The NBA Playoffs Are a Nightmare From Which I Am Trying to Awake

The NBA Playoff started on Saturday. I watched a little of this and a little of that, then I watched all of the Warriors hosting the Clippers. The only event of note is that the referees, once again, fucked up royally. They tossed Patrick Beverly, a clever guard who compensates for sucking at basketball by goading and harassing players with superior skill.
When I say that Beverly sucks at basketball, I'm exaggerating a little. I don't know the numbers but Beverly is probably an average or slightly below the average offensive player. He can handle the ball, seems to make decent choices, and isn't a terrible shooter. It's his use of his body and mind that makes him extremely valuable. Saturday was a perfect example. Patrick Beverly is valuable to the Clippers when he is on the floor. However, Patrick Beverly is MUCH more valuable to the Clippers from the locker room. That is if he can get a Warrior such as Kevin Durant tossed from the game on his way there.
Beverly played his usual game. He made Durant uncomfortable in every conceivable way. Kevin Durant didn't get to be arguably the best player in the NBA by letting Beverly-style tactics slow him down. KD was having a fine game. He was doing his thing. On a couple of occasions, KD reacted to Beverly being in his face. From my couch, it looked like Durant was merely encouraging Beverly by smiling and clapping. It looked like he was saying, "Bring it on, I love this shit."
NBA refs are the worst sucking scum. I think MLB umpires are pretty good, when they fuck up, it's by centimeters at most. NFL refs are merely incompetent. But NBA refs are a melange of incompetence, ego-mania, and crookedness.
Tossing both Beverly and Durant rewards Beverly's behavior in the worst way. If I'm Beverly, I do exactly what I did in game 1, only more so.

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