2010 NBA Finals: Why 2008 Tells Us Nothing About This Year

As a society, we love making hyperbolic statements to make ourselves sound smart. 

Women when they heard Tiger Woods was a cheater: "I always knew there was something I didn't like about him—the way he threw clubs on the course and cursed...I knew he was doing something wrong!"

Men when they heard Tiger Woods' wife may be newly single and $500 million richer:  "Man, I bet if I see her at a club, and she's drunk enough, and I'm wearing just enough Axe Body Spray...I bet I can get with her and get some of that money!"

And our friends, family, wives/girlfriends, and co-workers will all sit idly by and listen to our outlandish plans and thoughts.  Never mind the fact that the woman has a cheating husband of her own and the man works a minimum-wage job at a gas station.

Facts have no relevance when making hyperbolic statements, and that's why we love them.

As men, our favorite hyperboles involve just two things: women and sports.

From the cutie at the bar who has been staring at you all night to the rec league softball game, you won with a spectacular diving catch—the hyperboles are a never-ending cycle. 

Don't get me wrong.  Hyperboles are great.  They help us get through our mundane day by creating conversation that, without hyperbole, would have been stifled. 

However, it's when hyperbole gets out of control that it truly bothers me.

Just yesterday MLB umpire Jim Joyce made a mistake and it cost Detroit Tigers pitcher Armando Galarraga a perfect game.  Jim Joyce did not "rob" Galarraga or fans of anything—he just made a human mistake in a game played by humans. 

Yet, if you checked the blogosphere, Twitter, or Facebook yesterday, you would have thought Jim Joyce was the mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks. 

In fact, the backlash was so unbelievably harsh that, today—...

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