NBA is a mess

To look at what kind of shape the NBA is in, the Draft was a humorous appetizer. Seattle was fortunate city that the ping-pong ball bounce their way with a No. 2 pick.

Most teams would do anything for a chance at either Kevin Durant or Greg Oden, this years cream of the crop that should anchor a franchise for years to come.

However, the Sonics aren't all happy.

Why? Well Seattle has been dragging its feet on a new stadium deal that has gotten so ugly that the Sonics might be moving soon.

Take the NBA playoffs. They are so boring that I have actually started to watch the commercials on the Oxygen Network. (And let me tell you, they aren't anything special).

The reason for a spike in interest for this year's playoffs will be attributed back to Golden State. They are most reminiscent of Sacramento of that they play and act like a college team. They display their emotions for all to see, unlike the robotic Tim Duncan who is only known for banking baby hooks.

The NBA is in trouble. Granted, it's not in as much trouble as the NHL, but if the problem isn't fixed fast it will become the same problem.

Unlike the NFL, which can pretty much sneeze pocket change these days, their players actually try on every play -- except for the usual Randy Moss pout.

NBA players loaf on defense and then they watch their star player dribble in circles around the defender. What fun is that? The reason Michael Jordan was fun to watch was because he never cheated the game. True, he did score a ton of points, but he never would pass up an open Bill Wennington layup for a fadeway three-pointer.

The game needs fixing and the only people that can do it are the players. Until then, the league will be known as the National Boring Association.

Selig: Don't come

There's no reason that Bud Selig should be in attendance when Barry Bonds breaks the most hallowed record in all of sports.

The moment it happens cameras will immediately spot him and begin to zoom. That will begin a series of boos that will make Selig think it's the forgettable 2002 All-Star game that ended in a 7-7 tie.

Just because steroids have been placed on the back burner, doesn't mean the issue has quelled. Bonds will most certainly break the record, but he'll do it with the most question marks in history.

Selig has called off the investigative dogs that have tried to nab Bonds. However, after the slugger claimed he "unknowingly" applied the cream and clear, proving anything against him has been nearly impossible. What makes it even more difficult is that Bonds' former trainer, Greg Anderson is remaining tight-lipped about the whole thing while he counts his days in a Bay Area jail cell.

Just being there offers the theory that it's OK to alter boost one's body for the sake of a record. And Selig has better values than that.

Selig will watch the historic homer.

However, he'd be better off like the rest of America and watch the truth go over the fence while sitting in his living room La-Z-Boy.

Why in the spring?

Over the past month and a half there have been numerous prep athletes that have been busted with drug, alcohol or other behavorial problems.

There was even a case in which an area prep player yelled at his coach and threatened to quit, before the coach asked him if he was going to return to the game.

Is it a classic case of 'Senioritis'?

Most of the high school seniors have enough credits and have been on cruise control since the end of the first semester. They already are accepted into their respective colleges and don't have any motivation left for high school.

Another factor might be the warm weather. With the sun starting to peek out, halter tops have been more prevalent than the winter parkas. And of course, where the girls go, the boys are sure to follow. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the girls with shreds of clothing are the girls who make weekends an all-out experience.

Whatever the reason, it isn't going to change anytime soon. Kids are going to be kids. Just don't expect that behavior to happen when snow is on the ground.

Let him go

If the past two seasons of Brett Favre plucking out the buds of flowers as he softly whispered, "Play or not play" wasn't enough, now the Packers have a whole new problem.

Apparently the 34-year-old cry baby wanted to take on a locker room cancer in Randy Moss so bad that he threatened to be traded during draft weekend.

Wait a minute. This is the league's only three-time MVP, the face of the Packers and a lock for the Hall of Fame crying?

If he didn't like the situation the team was going in, he could've jumped ship last season. However, like a bad relationship, he doesn't have the cojanes to break it off so instead it festers and continues to get worse.

The Packers and Favre have both released statements that pander to lowest common denominator that is PR. In a Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal online poll, over 90 percent of Packer fans said the team should get rid of him.

This is most surprising come from a legion of supporters that cry and wail at the receives every time Favre throws a pick.

Favre still has two serviceable seasons left. However, like Joe Montana, Emmitt Smith and other legends, his time in Green Bay is up.

Oh the humanity

Now that Roger Clemens is making his valiant return to New York, everything is in question. Why didn't anyone have a problem with the Rocket's nonchalant attitude when he was in Houston?

The reason is because everyone in baseball knows that he can give the Pinstripes their 27th championship.

I'm sticking up for the guy. In fact, I almost coughed up my mushroom, pepper and sausage pizza upon hearing the news.

Who the heck is he? What gives this cow-tipping, southern-drawl speaking guy the right to act like he's god's gift to baseball and interrupt a baseball game by informing an entire stadium that his 44-year-old body will make a triumphant return.

Frankly, I'm surprised he wasn't carried into Yankee Stadium while sitting atop his royal throne.

This is the lowest common denominator in sports. I hate to say it, but Terrell Owens has nothing on Clemens when it comes to individualism.

But, it's not like we haven't seen this before.

Let's go Nellie

The Dallas-Golden State matchup was supposed to be a minor appetizer for the Mavs who cruised through the regular season with 67 wins.

However, former Mavs coach Don Nelson coach is giving it his Avery Johnson. With the Warriors signifacantly outmanned Nellie has devised an impressive small-ball scheme that has driven the ugly German nuts. Instead of doing his fist pump following another one of his three-point swishes, he has been seen screaming at officials with his golden locks flopping endlessly.

Meanwhile Baron Davis has zoomed through double teams and made easy work of the effortless Mavs, who thought they could sink a few shots and move on. The Warriors have made it clear they are not backing down to last year's NBA Finals participants and everyone who is a fan of hoops is cheering for this.

If the Mavs lose, this will go down as the biggest choke job of all time.

At least Dirk will still solace out of the season with an MVP award.

What's brewing?

It's been 16 years since they've played above a C average and 25 years since they almost won the Brew City title.

Yep, the Brewers are most assuredly back. Everyone from talk radio gas bags to white-haired know-it-alls is starting to hop aboard the Brewer victory wagon -- and it's only early May. By the All-Star break it's going to be pretty difficult to separate the posers from the fans who have cried in their beers for far too long.

The reason this is great is because Milwaukee and this state cares. They've always cared. I mean, it's not every day that your home park can host two random teams and outdraw the Pirates by about nine thousand!

This year's Brewers remind me a lot of the 1997 Indians. That year they had young sluggers in Manny Ramirez, 25, Brian Giles, 26, Jim Thome, 26 and a certain young lad named Richie Sexon who was only 22 at the time. That team advanced to the World Series mainly because of 38-year-old Orel Hershiser, who won 14 games that year.

Jeff Suppan may only be 32, but he's the same trusty veteran that will guide this young staff deep into the playoffs.

Keep an eye on these guys, they're not going anywhere.