And now back to our usual fare after a really fun game
Well, that was some game, no?
Hardly any turnovers, officiating was great, never really one-sided, last-second game-winner that’s almost an instant classic play good quotes after the game to write a story.
Yeah, I’ll take three more of those in a row so I can my sorry butt home.
Anyway, not sure how we’ll handle this little spot as the series and days unfold but today’s Friday so it’s a little bit a little bit of that and it’s up a bit late because I was and it took some doing and prodding to get myself up.
Okay, that Parker play was a great one, no question about it.
Not pretty, not crisp but it worked and I have a feeling that’s going to be the story of this series, two evenly-matched teams clawing every game and with every game turning on a single play that we’ll talk about for a while.
And that’s how it should be, right?
Shouldn’t all compelling series be a series of tight, close games with plays and people that engender great debate the morning after? Yes, we all want close but I’m talking super close with the best players making the one play that changes the game.
The best part about last night?
Neither team really played well and I can see the series becoming even more compelling.
The Heat were okay but not spectacular for any stretch of time; they couldn’t turn the Spurs over and get out and run, they gave up a lot of open looks and the reliance on Chris Bosh shots (yes, he’s open for a reason) was a bit mystifying.
The Spurs gave up so many open threes in the first half I thought I was watching the Raptors. Slow to close out, too concerned about packing the paint and as rusty to react as most of us expected.
Still, it was a one possession game with less than five seconds to go and there is nothing wrong with that; even the stress of deadline seemed less than usual because the game was good and the stakes so high.
And it turned on a play people in San Antonio will remember for a long, long time. Not a great one, as LeBron said, but a memorable one.
“Tony did everything wrong and did everything right in the same possession.”
What more do you want?
Oh, you had to know this was coming, right?
And since the dude was at the game, why not?
(I love that my Miami local Mike’s has Yeungling, I need to find a place with Land Shark!)
I think it took seven minutes.
That’s how long it was between the first time I saw the George Karl news and the first e-mail I got suggesting he was Toronto-bound.
You folks are something else.
Hey, you know me and math, right?
Hardly my strong suit but check this out!
I’ve got something in common with LeBron James.
“It says they had 21 second-chance points. I don't really understand how is that possible with only six offensive rebounds. I'm very good at math, and the only way you can get a second-chance point is if you get off a rebound. Am I correct? Even if you hit a three, six offensive rebounds, that's still 18 points. I don't understand how that works.”
Me and LeBron, frustrated by the craziness that is mathematics.
Peas in a pod.
Tiny beef and chicken empanadas.
Baby chicken quesadillas that were nowhere near as spicy as they should be, which is how all fine, upstanding restaurants serve them, right?
Natchos and cheese.
The requisite cheese, crackers, fruits and vegetables and a little dessert area of course.
And don’t tell anyone but, because of sponsorship deals I believe, on Bud, Bud Lite and Ultra.
Yes, the menu in the hospitality suite but since they closed it at 2 a.m. and no one was really back at the hotel before 1 a.m., was tough to pour down three Buds, chow down on some quesadillas (who doesn’t like them as a lunch or a snack?) and call it a night.
Yeah, it’s nice that these games on the East coast for some reasons, it’s tough when they run so darn late. The hour in San Antonio next week is sure gonna allow for more post-game decompression.
How good is this?
It’s National Donut Day down here, I heard.
Top There Donuts
Classic. Top of the list. Must have.
Sometimes a bit sticky and messy but a nice accompaniment to No. 1.
Sense a trend?
I guess you could toss in the classic honey glazed if you had to but yeah, chocolate rules, right?
Now, I probably could have my mind changed the next time we’re in Portland because one of the must-hit road spots is Voodoo Doughnuts. Jay tried to get us to go there last year but it was about 2 a.m., we’d written and had a few, the HOTH were 4-18 and we figured a good night’s rest was needed because someone was getting fired or traded the next day when we got home.
There were more than a hundred questions, maybe 200, in the chat thing yesterday and I don’t know how many I got to but if you were there and couldn’t get something answered, you know the email@example.com drill, right?
I’m not settled 10 minutes in the suite, a buddy shows up, sits down next to me and first thing out of his mouth almost:
“Some pretty good stuff from the Rolling Stones about the Mayor, I hear. Unreal story.”
Stay classy, Fords, you’re turning the city in a truly globally recognized place.
Hey, two guys riding down 28 floors in the elevator with me?
You know how people hate listening to other people talk on the telephone in tight spaces?
Well, they really, really, really hate a conversation about what you did last night and how you got drunk at South Beach trying to get Stan laid.
Like, really, really, really, really, really hate.
So in the whole world of Elevator Etiquette, not having personal conversations trumps telephone chatter and might be tied with having to deal with personal hygiene issues in crowded cars.