I’m waiting for the NBA finals game 3 to start.  The pre-game show has lasted for an hour and a half.  The pre-game announcements have lasted over a half-hour.  The lights are off the stadium.  The entire nation is watching the Boston Celtics’ home-crowd promo video.  Paul Pierce just told a tired nation to GET LOUD.

Enough.

I love the Milwaukee Bucks more than you love anything.  When I make $1 Billion, I will buy the Bucks from US Senator Herbert Kohl (D-WI).  He will sell the team to me because he will know that I love them and will keep them there forever.  I will also build a new arena for the city.  I will hire a thick-accented old man to call the games at the new arena.  He will be old.  He will be unpolished.  He will wish he was calling an arena league football game.  He will be stuck with the Bucks.  He will fall in love with the team in spite of himself.  His love will infect the city.  There will be no dancers.  The music will be provided for by a city band that does not include Warren Wiegratz.  It will be plainer but purer.  I know what I sound like and deep down you agree with me.  Let’s replace the shine with boredom.  It’s okay.

When my Bucks (our Bucks) make it to the Finals, the game will start earlier, I don’t care what the networks say.  The tickets will be cheaper.  I don’t care what the sponsors need.  The game will reflect the city that will shine in the league.  The old man announcer will speak to something you forgot you thought you didn’t know.

I don’t have to make sense here – a) I’m going to be a billionaire, b) I’m going to own the Bucks, not you, and c) I’ll buy you a couple tickets to show you what I mean.

Go Bucks.