Hornets Hype

In a basement. In our pajamas.

I have decided to go on blogging hiatus for the next several months. This might end up turning into semi-permanently. I honestly don’t know. I’ll re-evaluate after the season starts. What you can expect:

  • No posts from me on this site until at least November 1st, although it might be more like December 1st because November is National Novel Writing Month and I will be participating in that for the 4th year
  • Less commenting and involvement elsewhere
  • Less of me on Twitter (look, this one is more of a guideline than a rule…)

This is not a huge loss, considering I haven’t been posting much anyway. But I just don’t want the feeling hanging over my head that I should post, when X news happens or X rumor comes out. This past month and a half, I feel like I’ve known too much. And it wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t interesting. And yet I followed it with this weird sense of almost-guilt, of not wanting to miss something. I found myself arguing because of how much I like arguing, rather than because I actually cared. I didn’t even feel evil glee when everyone else decided LeBron was the douche I’d thought he was for years. I just felt bored and somewhat dirty. See, because it starts, “I want to know about the Hornets.” But then it balloons into, “I want to know what everyone else is saying about the Hornets. I want to know about players on other teams. I want to know what everyone is saying about players on other teams. I want to know what everyone is saying about what everyone is saying about the NBA and I want to have an opinion on it.” But you know what? I…. don’t.

What Will Leitch wrote after the LeBron “Decision” special aired really spoke to me. It’s been in my head ever since, and the more I thought about it, the bigger it grew.

We cheer because sports is, ultimately, harmless. And we trust that they will at least pretend. We trust that they will recognize the ultimate ludicrousness of this whole enterprise, that these are grown men wearing tank tops, throwing a ball up and around, running on wood, that this all exists because we allow it to exist, that the illusion must be maintained…

That trust felt broken tonight.

…[N]ever has it been laid more bare, and never did it feel so empty. It felt like a break, the moment when the tide crested, when we looked at the games, and their players, and ourselves, and wondered: Why in the world are we watching these awful people?

This is tricky, because I love social media, and this great, sprawling NBA blogosphere of ours, but I do think it’s responsible for the cracks in the illusion. The more I know, and the faster I know it, I’ve realized… the less I need to know. I can’t deny the information overload is making me sick of basketball. Why can’t I wake up and read in the paper that Jeff Bower has been fired or Chris Paul has been dealt? Why can’t I just go to games because I have season tickets and take the offseason, you know, off? Like average people. On Friday night, I looked at the last 48 hours of my life and realized I’d spent it on Twitter, writing sarcastic stuff, and in comment threads. What some of you may not know is that, in addition to basketball, I write fiction. I’m trying to finish my first novel right now. Over that 48 hours I put exactly zero words into this project I really cared about. And what had really happened, in basketball, that was worth the squandering of those precious words and that time?

Nothing. A transaction was not made. A solid, tangible, indisputably factual event had not occurred. A game had not been played. I had spent 48 hours of my life talking and writing and thinking about… nothing.

If The Thing With the Rumors happens, I will miss out on the chance to write one of the biggest, most epic posts of my blogging career. I am aware of this. I am aware that the Hornets are having an eventful offseason. I am aware there are people who have come to care about my opinions. My awareness of this made me consider and reconsider this hiatus a couple of times. So, if The Thing happens, just know that the post I would have written (Is there even a tense for this situation? “I might would having written”?) would have been great.

Despite this post, this has a lot less to do with basketball than it does with other parts of my life. (“It’s not you, NBA, it’s me! Only, it’s sorta you too!”) I am in the middle of a big writing project, and having my head in 2 places (one of which is a big drag) is not working for me. I was on the phone with my mom last week, and she said, “You know, all your non-fiction is great. Why don’t you just concentrate on writing that and getting paid for it or published?” This is a good question. It is probably the question. I said to myself, “Self, even IF you got paid by someone to blog and got media access to all the games and were a basketball journalist…  but never wrote a book, would you be happy with that?” I wish I could tell you I had to think long and hard about it, but I didn’t: I already knew the answer.

What it comes down to is I love basketball, and I love the Hornets. But I just want this more.

Thank you all so much for reading and following. I cannot count the number of great people I’ve met through blogging. I never meant for this thing to be anything. It was just a domain I spontaneously bought when I was excited after a game, and I had to get that excitement out somehow. That’s what the “Hype” in Hornets Hype means: it means getting hyped up, getting really into it. It means the rush I get from being inside New Orleans Arena. There’s nothing like it. And that’s something I never felt guilty about spending words on.

But I would like to be able to just go to basketball games again, as a fan, without feeling the need to talk about or care about every little thing. And that’s not where I am right now. Right now I feel like there are only so many words inside of me per day, and I owe it to myself to spend them in a way that is more meaningful to me.

I hope you will all appreciate the vast amount of self-restraint it took for me to not make a “I have to do what’s best for my family” or “I have taken my talents to _____” joke during this post.

Basketball. Uncomplicated.

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13 Responses to “Ticktock6: Gone Till November”

  1. Hobbs3k says:

    I followed you on Twitter and read the site from time to time, you shall be missed, but I hope your novel comes out great!

  2. Good luck.

    Trust me when I say that each individual game of “access” tends to suck the fandom out of you – almost desensitizes you to a point. If it’s the “being a fan” that makes you the happiest, definitely go that route. The other route will always be there in the event that you change your mind down the road.

  3. I get it, of course, but I’m still sad.

    PS Your mom sounds cool.

  4. You will definitely be missed. I think you are one of the best and most unique voices in the NBA blogosphere. But you gotta do what you gotta do.
    I wish you much luck with your other endeavors, writing and otherwise.

  5. Tictock6, regarding your tweet on CP3…

    “Why is CHRIS PAUL DID NOT ASK TO BE TRADED breaking news? He can’t. He’d be fined. I knew I was right to step away from this. Not news, ppl! ”

    I think he’d be fined if he ‘publicly’ requested a trade. I don’t think asking to be traded within the confines of that meeting would have been considered ‘publicly’ therefore he may not have been fined.

  6. notoriousBEE says:

    I will miss your fantastic posts. I hope you return to the blog-o-sphere refreshed and revitalized (and the author of a new novel), however, if you do decide to hang it up, I wish you the best of luck. Your blog has been a total blast to read. Thanks!

  7. Taquito says:

    You’ll be missed!

  8. Echoing comments above, your input will be profoundly missed.
    Who will I rely on for NBA tweets/shenanigans???
    But I completely understand.
    The rumor/propaganda mill that currently surrounds Paul is not going to let up. Truth is often sacrificed on the altar of agenda. meh.

    Enjoy working on the novel, but come back when you are done!
    For the love of

  9. oops.
    that last part should have read:
    For the love of all that is holy, please Come Back!

    over n’ out.

  10. 420ftJesus says:

    Do what must be done. You’ve done your part. The Hype you put out there will be carried on by others, and the hole where ticktock was will only make the screams echo more loudly until you add your voice again.

    Shanti… Shanti… Shanti…

  11. TickTock is missed. Also, excited about novel!

  12. NOEngineer says:

    You go girl!
    But you come back too!

  13. Best of lucks with your novel, sad to hear your comments will be in hiatus but the reason why that is happening is good enough to make me miss less and hope the best for you.

    Mucha suerte con la novela!

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