Get off my lawn!
Cue the breathless ninnies on Twitter: “OK, Boomer.”
This year, I’ll turn 50. To a good many NBA fans, that makes me ancient. Others, especially some who still read, you know, newspapers (have I told you lately that I love you?), might call me a baby. Truth be told, there’s probably an apt description of me therein: an ancient baby.
But I’m here to tell you, fine people, that the 1988 All-Star gathering at the Chicago Stadium — the last time the event was held here — puts whatever might happen at the United Center this weekend to shame.