So I guess we can stop wondering if the Warriors are the greatest team of all time. . . Congrats to LeBron James on bringing an NBA title to Cleveland. Clearly, my calling him out as an “overrated snooze” lit a fire under King James, just as I had planned. . .
How funky does J.R. Smith smell right now? Alcohol sweat, pot smoke and strip-club pole grease are a heady combo after a few days. . . Well, I suppose the “Stephen Curry is overrated” backlash will start now. So disappointing. . . That said, let me be the first to jump on that bandwagon by saying what I’ve long maintained, that Curry is just a poor man’s Tom Chambers. . . Biggest surprise of the Finals? Discovering that Kyrie Irving is such a big Morrissey fan. . . Wimbledon is just around the corner, which always puts me in the mind of Bjorn Borg, the filthy bastard. . . 
Strawberries and cream. . . Speaking of strawberries, when is the statue of Darryl Strawberry going to be erected outside Dodger Stadium? I’ve been looking for another reason not to go there. . . Nothing beats a quick amyl popper and a clove cigarette in the morning for a little get-up-and-go. Old trick I learned from former Utah Jazz coach Jerry Sloan. . . How about that big golf tournament, huh? All those drives and putts and whatnot! And the winner! What a winning score! Golf. . . Never bet against a jockey who’s willing to cheat. . . Congrats to Croatia, my pick to win Euro 2016, for their huge win against Spain yesterday. One day, when people think of Croatian soccer, maybe the first thing they think of won’t be racist, right-wing hooliganism. 
I mean, it would probably still be the second thing, but anyway. . . Also on the soccer beat: a hearty kudos to the U.S. men’s squad for making the semis of the Copa America, which will sadly be yet another in the endless line of false dawns for U.S. soccer. Anyway, Huzzah!. . . Very few things go together as well as baseball and methamphetamine. . . I’ll leave you this time with a quick true story: Leaving the old Forum after a Showtime Lakers win, I bumped into an old friend who happened to be there with 80’s sexpot Heather Locklear and some friends. During our coke-fueled Ferrari ride through West Hollywood, I tossed a tequila bottle out the window and hit a passerby squarely in the chest. Wouldn’t you know it, that passerby was none other than Laker legend George Mikan! We all laughed, then sped away before he could write down a license number. What a night!
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