i hope the nba employs replacement players

yea i know, it's not a strike, it's a lockout, so technically there's no reason to replace the players with replacements since they're not striking.

but some nba players are threatening to go play bball in europe. taking the atlantic ocean jump just to spite your bosses is as good as striking to me. and if they do go to europe to play, they'll still be compensated with a paycheck so i can hardly feel bad for them. they'll still receive the adulation of the crowd while i crunch numbers to the applause of no one.

i almost always on principle side with the employee over the employer in situations such as this. i'm just a "DAMN THE MAN!" kinda guy. but these are nba athletes. they're well paid already. in this instance, i don't really have to feel bad for them. they're not factory workers living check to check and willing to sacrifice it so that they can strike to get things they think they deserve. kobe bryant's kids will not starve.

there also happens to be a major ulterior motive for me personally. i'm 6'6" and people constantly ask me if i play basketball just because i'm sorta tall and i'm tired of saying no. i wanna say, 'hell yes, i play basketball! and i make a lot of damn money doing it too!'

now i'm not conceited enough to believe that i deserve to play in the nba. i know height alone is not enough to make me a good basketball player. but i could ride the bench and i look pretty decent in a suit. who cares who's on the bench? if it's gonna be anyone, it might as well be a tall, lanky white guy. you don't have to put me in your games, just sit me on your bench, and i'll contribute as much to the nba as adam morrison ever has.

so nba teams, when you start thinking about filling those rosters, i'm right here. i come real cheap (i imagine real cheap to you is still a lot of money to me). i already have a twitter account and i'll be phenomenal at press conferences.

and when it's all said and done and the "real" nba talent comes back to you, i'll go away peacefully back to where i belong... begging the washington generals (the team of white dudes that always lose to the harlem globetrotters) for a roster spot.