Tick-tock, tick-tock. Even the slightest movement by the clock’s hands brings us that much closer to tomorrow’s regular season opener. That much closer to the zip-a-dee-doo-dah of Opening Day, complete with singing, dancing, and cartoon blue birds.
There’s just nothing like regular season ball in the NBA. Nothing. The playoffs have their own particular allure, but the win-or-go-home format fails to capture much of the magic of professional ball. I don’t care how little is actually decided in the standard 82 because of exactly how much is told; the regular season acts as a story unto itself, with plenty of juicy details to hint of what’s to come.
I hope that when all is said and done, we can say the same about these season previews.
So Mavs, let’s take it from the top. Once more, with feeling.