Welcome to I Am Not A Witness

Welcome. Want to know what this blog is all about? It's not strictly about ripping on LeBron James, although your host guarantees that Mr. World Icon himself will be ripped on at some point. It's about the NBA, all the time. It's hosted by pompous and prickly fans who get off on judging other people and things through the worldly lens of our own point of view (don't we all?) It's for people who love the NBA, and moreover, people who love to dissect the various quirks associated with the incredible house that Stern built. Most of all, it's for NBA fans who thirst for reasoned analysis of the league instead of the soda-pop, sensory overload, ESPN hot-seat reporting that has unfortunately come to dominate mainstream sports media.



At its best, this blog will provide provocative rants on a daily basis backed by convoluted and pretentious statistical analysis and logical reasoning. At its worst, you'll think that we're pathetically, tragically obsessed with the NBA's penchant for melodrama. (Note: we do not deny this...at all.) Over time, we hope to keep discussion lively and interesting at I Am Not A Witness by adding on weekly feature spots, multi-media and guest columns, but you have to begin somewhere, and we assure you that I Am Not a Witness' beginnings will be humble. The highest goal at IAMNOTAWITNESS is to be the anti-Stephen A. Smith and Scoop Jackson of NBA dialogue and analysis. To explain, if we ever begin to careen down a slippery slope towards using executive name-dropping as a crutch and stifling legitmate counter-arguments with the use of tourettes-style polemic backed solely by an inflamed ego and no facts, please let the host know in a bitter and well thought-out manner and we will shame ourselves before you, or at the very least, tell you in a well-reasoned manner why you are stupid.

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