End never seems near in basketball games, but at least there's hope
One thing that distinguishes most team sports is that the game is suddenly played differently at the end. Often, this adds to the fascination, too. Nothing, for example, gets a rise out of me like when the hockey goalie skates off the ice with a minute or so to go, his team down a goal, leaving an open net.
In championship soccer games there's a shootout, which is totally alien with all that came before. Neat stuff.
In football, the team ahead suddenly goes into a prevent defense -- or PREE-vent DEE-fense, as we pigskinners say -- even though playing an entirely different way the rest of the game is why it got ahead in the first place.
In baseball, the strategy may not change, but the personnel does. All kinds of new pitchers and pinch hitters appear.
These sorts of climactic upheavals all have the potential to make the ends of games much more exciting. But, oh my ... then there's basketball. Oops, there's a whistle now. Basketball has just never been able to figure out how to make its ending better than what came before. That's because everything grinds to a halt as the team behind fouls intentionally to get the ball, and it's henceforth like reading this column this way:
And sometimes now the team ahead fouls intentionally, too,
It's also all something of a sham because most of the fouls are intentional, which should call for additional penalties, but everybody pretends that they're not. It's like all of a sudden, in the last two minutes of a football game, the refs would purposely allow the defense to go offside before the ball was hiked just to even things up.
Basketball has never come up with a better answer, so the team ahead dribbles all around, boring us ... wasting time ... while the team behind chases the dribbler, looking for a chance to mug him, accidentally on purpose.
After all, fouling gives the team behind a chance and gives the coach the image of a never-say-die guy. And above all, while aesthetically the climax of a basketball game is ugly, it does allow for hope. There is no cliché any sports announcer likes better than: "Now don't go away, folks. This game isn't over yet."