It’s not about basketball. Admittedly, the guys can and do dunk the ball. They dribble with fancy touches and pass over, under, and around things. They execute plays that combine basketball strategy with a Keystone Kops aesthetic. There was a fart joke, repeated once, backwards. A pretend infant peed silly string all over several people. A couple of players revealed their boxer shorts. I laughed.
Turns out, according to the history on their very annoying website (Making the data for each year only appear as a pop-up box while the pointer is on the year itself is not cool. I could read very little of the information since I couldn’t move the silly box up into my screen. Hate it when things aren’t user-friendly.), the team began as a publicity stunt in 1926. The clowning around didn’t start until 1939. Also, Wilt Chamberlain was once a Globetrotter.
I didn’t think they were that old. They fit the Black Power feel of my seventies childhood. Tall, strong men with incredible talent who also managed to laugh. Entertainment with a subtext, with Relevance, from back when that was an issue.
It did feel like watching something out of another time. The antics fell somewhere between classic and shopworn. The arena felt too large for the kind of show it was. In a smaller gym, the guys would have been larger than life, like they’re supposed to be.
In other news, I have come to the point where I will be posting more of my entries as friend-locked. There are various reasons for this, but the primary one is that I'm getting ready to send out another round of manuscript submissions with a link to my blog. I'm also going back and locking old entries.
Of course, if you still want to read it all, get a free lj and friend me...