No answer to the one enduring question, just enjoy it
I imagine there were very smart people sitting around late last night, maybe reading entertaining notes and half watching the NBA final who were thinking:
How does this happen?
How do the two best teams in the league play two one-sided games in a row, one handing out a beating on Sunday and one doing it to the other two nights later.
And this not very smart person can only give out this:
I don’t know for sure.
But it’s a wonderful part of pro sports, isn’t it?
And that’s why I refuse to admit that momentum from one game to the next exists, each is its own entity and just because things look so good one night it means nothing when the next night rolls around.
I will say this, though:
Game 3 was delightful to see a team where everything was working, totally magical and fun and exciting and exhilarating.
What the Spurs did last night was astonishing, a word I was using quite a bit to describe the action. It was as if they were simply in complete sync, every extra pass led to a three-pointer, every transition opportunity was converted, the energy on the defensive end translated to the offence.
It was great to watch.
Sports, at its very base, is supposed to be fun and when you watched Gary Neal and Danny Green and the rest of the Spurs, you saw a team having great fun and it was contagious. The towel-waving, the high-fiving, the dancing on the sidelines; pure joy and it was a great picture.
Now, it wasn’t the same at the other end last night, just like it wasn’t any fun for Spurs on Sunday in Miami but it was a lot of fun to see them enjoying themselves.
The why is impossible to say except that it’s sports and it’s great and it’s why we watch.
Makes no sense sometimes which is why it’s so compelling.
Oh, yeah, this guy’s at the top of the list, right? <>
May as well start but if you’ve got stuff that’s really pressing, we’ll be here tomorrow at noon again for an hour just to chat and see what’s on your mind.
But I love the early-week entertainment so if you want to drop a line at firstname.lastname@example.org, feel free, I’m here all day.
This, folks, is jarring news.
The Harbour Sports Grille is no more.
Closed. Done. Kaput. Shut down the other night, I’m told, and when I was relayed the news yesterday afternoon, I was stunned.
It was my downtown local, a familiar place with great people where you always felt comfortable.
I wasn’t Norm but I was close and if you’ve got a local, where they make you feel welcome and you can sit and work if you want or sit and talk to someone who’s working if you want, you can imagine what it’s like when it’s gone.
There were a lot of good people who worked there over the years, people I consider friends, and they will be missed.
It was a geographic wonder, stuck hard in the middle of my own Bermuda Triangle of the office, the parking lot, the arena; I’d get in there and get lost and it’d be great.
I understand the realities of the bar business and I know Howie and Pat and the place had a good, long run before, like everything, good runs have to come to end.
Just wish it didn’t end now and certainly ticked that it didn’t end when I was there to say goodbye.
Now, if someone’s got a similar place that fits the similar geographic parameters for post-game, I’d appreciate it.
Speaking of jarring …
Super Son is now a fully licensed driver after yesterday afternoon which means two very important things:
I am getting way, way, way old because I shouldn’t have a fully licensed driver as a son and if you’re out on the roads of Hazelville, you need to be wary.
Way to go, kid; ya done your old man proud.
So, you saw this little item about Masai and the competition committee, I presume?
It’s a pretty big deal for the GM to be with that group that sets policy; and now we’ve got someone to whine to about flopping who might pay attention.
Okay, you know I spend a bit of time in hospitality suites after games at things like the finals and the all-star game and the fellowship and story-telling is a lot of fun.
But it’s usually in some hotel ballroom that’s exactly the same as the last one and, frankly, that can get to be a bit tiring.
Here not so much.
Here the post-game stuff is on a terrace across the street from our hotel, a nice series of rooms about five floors up off the street and there’s a lovely balcony that winds around the back.
And I’ll tell you, deep fried brown things taste a wee bit better and the beer’s a bit colder (even if it just Budweiser) when you can stand on a near-perfect night and check out the Alamo right there.
I don’t care who wins the pucks (I guess if I had a rooting interest at all it’d be for the Bruins because Coach Steve would never hang out with me if I said Chicago) but I do know this:
I bet every sportswriter covering it hopes for seven games because that’s the best city series I can imagine.
A friend and I were talking about what our equivalent in the NBA would be and all I could come up with was Chicago-Golden State because it’d be two great cities (yes, we’d stay in San Francisco) and the flight’s would be a bit better than Boston-Golden State and that’d be a close, close second.
He insists that his best final for cities would be, get this, Toronto-Golden State.
Yeah, they really do like our city.