The NBA All-Star Show

Kelsey ParsonsCorrespondent IFebruary 18, 2009

After watching the All-Star Weekend unfold, I am left with one prevailing question.  Should the yearly Sunday showdown really hold the title of "game"? 

The tone was set when Shaq joined the JabbaWockeeZ, winners of America's Best Dance Crew's first season, for a routine that I can't seem to erase from my mind. The Diesel popped, locked, and quite frankly broke it down.

I'm not sure which was more impressive, the dance moves or the fact that the surrounding dancers' bodies were the size of just one Shaqtastic leg. The big man let his hometown fans know that they were well represented that evening. 

With flashing lights and smoke billowing out from behind them, our NBA All-Stars took to what some may call a basketball court (but what I consider a stage). The crowd, which included famous faces and unknown sports fanatics alike, was alive and ready to be dazzled. The endeavor did not disappoint. 

The players showed more flare in this evening than I have ever witnessed in the past.  Every man on that court thoroughly enjoyed himself. 

Watching these athletes let loose and have a pressure-free night playing a sport that they have made both their living and their life is something any person can appreciate. Rivalries are of no importance here; East versus West is not much of a conflict. Every man out there values the skills demonstrated by his peers. 

The All-Star match-up is one of show-boating and flare, and as a fan of the NBA, I must admit I absolutely love it.

But should it be called a "game"?  Not in my opinion. 

Sunday, Feb. 15, 2009 was the All-Star Show.