I try really hard to never get into moralizing and soap-boxing about stupid stuff related to sports. Like, when I read … skim … accidentally click on articles discussing, let’s say, what Chris Bosh talking about his free agency status on Twitter means about him as a person, I just shake my head. You gotta make a living writing on the topics that people want to read about, I guess, and, yes, this NBA world is mostly just stupid entertainment banter anyway, but you must have better things you could be writing about. I am just always perplexed that anyone could ever have a heightened enough mental outrage meter that they would waste precious time out of their day to legitimately become upset about something so innocuous and silly. And this is coming from someone who recently wasted an hour or so Photoshopping a one-eyed Steve Nash into a Clockwork Orange costume. (For other examples of wasted time, see every other post in Both Teams Played Hard history.)
Anyway, while most things people get upset about just make me laugh (LeBron’s Yankee-hatgate perhaps being the most comical), there are some things that come up in this sports sector actually worth getting pissed off about.
This one might not even be one of ‘em, honestly, but the way that some — not most, not even many, but a very small few — Jazz fans treat Derek Fisher makes me kick a baby dolphin down the staircase. Seriously, look at these two oxygen thieves.
And it’s not just these trollops. There are others.
In case you’re wondering what all this is about, here is how I once characterized the (borderline psychotic) rationale of why some Jazz fans hate Fish:
The Jazz fans are notoriously crude and indeed booed Derek Fisher when he returned this season in a Lakers uniform. (Fisher, if you’re not up on things, played for Utah for the last few years and has a daughter fighting retinal cancer, yet flew back and forth from her treatments in New York last year during the Playoffs to play for them and would often get there minutes before tip-off and in one game famously arrived in street clothes while everyone else was already suited up only to come in and kick ass and hit a game-winning shot but decided after the season that he needed to live in a city where he could be with his daughter and she could get proper treatment so the Jazz owner let him out of his contract and he then signed with Los Angeles, which is a city that has a good hospital to deal with this disease, yet the Jazz fans for some reason felt this deserved booing when he came back to play against them rather than the raucous standing ovation he would have gotten anywhere else. Got it? Cool.)
The assertion is that this fan was yelling “Cancer!” at Fish while he was shooting free-throws. Even if this photo is a fake, there are other allegations of fans chanting “cancer” when he had the ball.
Just blood-curdling stuff.
Well, Derek Fisher has not only stayed well above all this nonsense and consistently taken the moral high ground in the face of a situation that would probably have me making an Artestian romp through the stands, but on his way to the game in Salt Lake tonight, he just made perhaps the greatest statement that any man has ever made with a piece of clothing.
Best thing since the piano-key necktie.

That’s a picture of his daughter on his tie. (h/t @stackmack)
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