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By Colin McGowan
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Last updated 7/26/21
The Olympics are not about basketball. We make it seem that way in America because we’re the best in the world at it and find fascinating any story in which we’re the protagonists, but especially this year, man: the NBA Finals just wrapped up. I am pretty basketball’d out, and it is my job to care about the sport. I want to watch swimmers and sprinters and gymnasts and maybe colossally bored on a weekday afternoon tune into some javelin-throwing and immediately become deeply attached to some gargantuan Swede with a peculiar delivery. I get so much Kevin Durant from November to June. There are towering stacks of Kevin Durant in the cobwebbed warehouse of my mind, Kevin Durant I cannot move, that needs to be pulped or remaindered. I am making room for Ariarne Titmus, and keeping half an eye on the draft, because I am kind of a professional.