Full disclosure, I, myself, was on the verge of having a DNP (rest) next to Ole Dozo on the April 14th blogging ledger.
Ya boi was in bed before 10:30, already logged into OnlyFans, with legitimate aspirations of falling asleep while it's still PM when I saw this clip and knew it was so good that it had to be blogged. Sometimes I just want to relax after work and not put the pressure of writing something I'm proud of when my creative juices are not flowing, especially with a whole week off to focus on DOL next week. I'm turning this into an unwanted emotional dumping but fuck it, we're here. Sometimes I have so much anxiety that I can't even decide what I want to write. Then it turns into me talking shit to myself in my head about how I'll never reach my dreams if I can't capitalize on potential creative time and that I need get fucking faster. I'll have the time and energy but just can't get my flat ass into something worth writing, and it manifests into more self-hate horraayyyy!! Then there's moments like this when I'm "like fuck a good night's sleep" go after your dreams, Dozie. This falls under the latter.
Reader, what you're about to listen to is a sports rant that rivals any I've ever heard in... let's call it essentially two decades of genuinely following professional sports. I just referenced Herman Edwards in a blog yesterday. "I'm a man! I'm 40! is excellent and always will be, even if that man is now 53 years old. Everybody and their grandmother can recall a stanza or two from "We're talkin 'bout practice."
After writing that entire paragraph, I just realize now those are all coaches or players at press conferences. This is a full-on radio meltdown, although I think it could certainly be filed away in the rant category as well. I have nothing but respect for the Dog. Chris "Mad Dog" Russo has been doing this for far longer than I have even been alive. We all know his voice and inflections are hysterical and make him, him. He's also, with all due respect,,, old and this rant is the apex of old man yells out clouds in the best possible way.
The old man yells at clouds trope is more overused on the internet than the @ key, but when you're literally dating yourself (1963-1979!!!!) and referencing guys who had to take fucking TRAINS, you might as well check yourself into the sports-take nursing home. You cannot compare this generation of athletes to guys who played when there weren't even 50 states. Load management has been around for at least a decade by now, Dog! Let it go.
Does he make some valid points? Sure. Players used to never take nights off, but look at what just happened to Jamal Murray. He tore his ACL playing late in a game that was basically over, and now the Nuggets' bleak title hopes are gone. It's tough because he's not factually incorrect. These guys are making tens of millions of dollars, but you gotta be smart with that much money invested in players. It's not like KD isn't banged up and hasn't dealt with some nasty injuries the last couple of years. Nets are in full championship or bust mode, and they didn't sign and trade for Kevin Durant for April games. He should be taking it easy like Glenn Frey. He just missed over a month, and it's all about being healthy for the playoff run.
It's so refreshing in such a horrible time to be alive that there's people **genuinely** getting this worked up about regular season basketball and teams making wise longterm decisions. Where are the Mad Dogs out there for things that actually matter, like stopping mass shootings? It just makes me happy to know there are people out there who actually care about minute shit like this. In a doom and gloom news/actual world, we need this. We're still midst a pandemic but do you think Mad Dog Russo cares? Why would he? John Havlicek ran eight miles every game, Bob Cousy's train was late in 1956 and they all still played. This rant gives me hope for better days. We're almost around the corner. Like Bob said, "every little thing is gonna be alright." Thank you Mad Dog for helping me remember that.