Mama Said Lock You Out

Management and labor put forth so little effort Thursday in negotiations (it reminded us of LeBron in the 4th quarter of the Finals) that by mid-day they ceased meeting. They didn't work until the wee hours; they didn't even work until happy hour. Why bother seeking a resolution when all that's at stake is saving a season and a product at its peak? Neither party are compromisers, just misers, hell-bent on hoarding the wealth they've accumulated. For people so rich, they exhibit poor judgment in letting their agreement lapse and wasting an opportunity to outshine the NFL through a swift and scrupulous settlement. But no one wanted to put on their thinking caps when it came to concessions on the salary cap, so they all deserve dunce caps. It was already going to be a cruel summer with the Las Vegas league canceled, where betting and basketball blend as in a Tim Donaghy fantasy. Like Kobe's silence towards Mike Brown, we've developed lockout lockjaw. The only CBA we care to discuss is the Continental Basketball Association. In our eyes, a locked out league has about as much life in it as a defunct one.