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Playing the Field: The NBA is back with pink shirts, man purses and cooky commissioners – Metro US

Playing the Field: The NBA is back with pink shirts, man purses and cooky commissioners

For pro sports fans that aren’t fans of baseball (and going by the Giants-Tigers World Series numbers there are plenty), the mid-week sports doldrums ended Tuesday night.

Yup, the NBA was back. Not a labor issue in sight. Ready for what could be its most profitable season in history with nearly all the major market teams good, if not great.

Therefore it was no surprise that night one of the season gave us several memorable moments.

Kevin Garnett straight up ignoring Ray Allen when he patted him on the shoulder.

Steve Nash officially selling out (see photo above). Look, I love Nash as much as the next guy. In fact, I will say that no one in the history of earth played a more enjoyable brand of basketball during the height of his powers in Phoenix. But when you go to Los Angeles, you are on full sports fraud alert. That’s just the rule. When you show up looking like this, dressed like a little boy that just got his apple stolen by the neighborhood bully, with a (hopefully for his sake) trend-setting hair-do and what looks to be a little bit of plastic surgery – you lose us Steve Nash. You lose the common fan that rooted for you all those years you were loyal to the second-rate Suns.

Dwyane Wade kinda, sorta calling Rajon Rondo a punk. Wade called what Rondo did in the closing seconds of Tuesday night’s game, a punk play (see play below). There’s a little pot vs. kettle here with Wade – but I like the whole situation nonetheless. There should be hatred in the NBA. That’s when the league, or any sport for that matter, is at its best.

David Stern already enjoying retirement. It looks like Stern is just going to grab every and any microphone over these last 15 months and say whatever the hell he feels like. During the Miami Heat ring ceremony the commish fumbled “Hurricane Sandy” with “Hurricane Katrina.” The first sign of slippage is always the most painful. It’s clear the commish is losing his marbles and he simply believes the NBA calendar always reads “2005-06” aka “The Year Before Donaghy.”