Hoping for a Game 7 that's not a letdown
There is nothing quite like a Game 7 and Steve Nash wiling (no clue how long an interview might last after the Lakers practice) you know I’ll be glued to a stool and a TV set this afternoon for Giants-Cardinals.
I fear greatly I’ll be let down.
The trouble with Game 7s, history seems to have proved, is that they have a tendency not to live up to their billing in a lot of sports.
Not sure it equates to baseball as much as, say, basketball or hockey, but players have been known to play a little tight, a bit careful or, in some circumstances, try to do too much to the detriment of their team and themselves.
It’s a Hero Complex Thing sometimes. The stars think they have to be stars and press, taking themselves out of the most important game of the season.
But I don’t seem to recall that happening too often in baseball, likely because of the unique nature of the sport. It is an individual game couched in a team sport, it’s pitcher against hitter, the fielders react to the results of that one showdown and it’s virtually impossible for someone to try too hard to take over a game.
I suppose a pitcher could over-throw or get rattled but that’s not really the same, is it?
There’s not going to be a Kobe Bryant taking 24 or 26 or 28 shots; there’s not going to be some centre trying to go the length of the ice on every shift; it’s just different.
Not sure I can say that, I think I’d rather see one guy try to become the story.
Let’s just say, like with so many things, it’s different; not better, not worse, just different.
Best Game 7s I’ve ever been at?
The Raptors-Sixers would be at the top of that list with Spurs-Pistons in, I believe, 2005, right behind it. That San Antonio-Detroit one might have been a bit more pleasurable because there was far less stress on me.
Now, you have to understand that Game 7s and I aren’t quite on speaking terms as far as me being a fan is concerned.
Three I remember best?
1967: Bob Gibson beats Jim Lonborg.
1986: you knew it was over when the ball went through Buckner in Game 6, didn’t you?
1975: Best. World. Series. Ever. Except for the outcome.
Yeah, those Red Sox killed me for a long, long time, didn’t they?
You know me and the extraneous, um, entertainment things at NBA games, right?
Too many, too intrusive, too mind-numbing, too scripted too often.
Except Kiss Cam.
I (Heart) Kiss Cam for some reason.
And when the Lakers did it with some very cool music last night, it was hilarious. And entertaining.
Who doesn’t like a little Sonny and Cher while fans are made to smooch and feel a tad self-conscious.
The HOTH must steal this. They must.
Speaking of the Raptors, we weren’t at practice yesterday but it doesn’t mean we didn’t keep tabs.
Everyone practice – much to the delight of Dwane Casey – and it would appear tonight he’ll have everyone available. About time, too.
It’ll be interesting to see how he massages the rotation tonight, too. It’s getting down to time to get serious and I would imagine he’s about at the point where he’s got to have his starters stretched out to more than 30 minutes, with four or five backups filling in some kind of regular rotation.
With only two games left – and without having had one game where everyone was available – it’s imperative they start getting to some semblance of normalcy.
One thing to look for? I think Dwane quite likes rotating his three guards through the two spots and I bet you see a lot of it.
If you’re watching, that is. And I hope you are, I’ll need a full report.
(It’s my man Dan Girard tonight, by the way; Not Grace Kelly is off on Blue Jays patrol, I hear).
I’m not saying Laker fans are presumptuous or anything but the M-V-P, M-V-P chant for Kobe Bryant when he was shooting free throws four minutes into the first quarter of the team’s sixth pre-season game is a bit much.
Seriously, there’s not much better than a couple of post-game glasses of Stella and some cheese fries in a sports bar of an airport Marriott to sum up the often mundane road existence of a grunt, is there?
Oh yeah, saw the first three episodes of the first season of The Newsroom on the flight out.
Tremendous show, crisp writing, great delivery, entirely believable story lines.
Now I know why it was getting all those recommendations from you folks and I’ve got some catching up to do with it and, I understand, Homeland.
Just need to find some time.
Speaking of catching up, had a nice chat with Robert Sacre after the game last night.
Not sure how much he’ll play now that Howard’s back and the Lakers did use Pau Gasol and Antawn Jamison a bunch Sunday when Howard was resting but I’m hearing he’s likely to stick if the Lakers keep 14 or 15 players on the active roster.
Good for him; you don’t see a lot of 60th overall picks hang around and I fully admit to being a bit surprised by that.
And I’m not entirely sure which Irregular is going to climb all over me because I didn’t think the Raptors should have taken him and I still don’t. Doesn’t mean he can’t play, there was absolutely no need for him in Toronto.
I cannot get away from the pucks, it seems.
Walking along the hallway outside the Lakers room after the game with an old friend and she points out this big case sitting against the wall.
The Stanley Cup.
(No, I did not genuflect)
It’s been in L.A. a lot, as you’d imagine, and they took it out to put it on display for the players to see.
Nash told me he’d seen it a bunch of times at the Lakers practice facility (the Kings are in the same place) and back home in Victoria; Sacre was going to stop by and check it out.
“I’m not Steve Nash, I don’t hang out with the Stanley Cup,” he joked.
Oh yeah, this is the first night in an odd time zone so sleep’s kind of goofy, I wouldn’t expect this as this time the next couple of days. Please don’t get used to it.