This is what we’ve been waiting for. But first let’s savor some of Game 6…
Obviously this unnerved the fey Celtic warriors.
Their terror was never more demonstratively presented than by the guileless face of Doc Rivers, his sweat-soaked brow in peculiar contrast with the cool-as-can-be Phil Jackson. All perspiration and bipartisanship aside, I think Dear Doc lost at least some credibility amongst the purportedly coached when he proclaimed that they were only a few points (~20) behind!
Unbelievable… the Lakers won this thing without even requiring the assistance of the utterly corrupt NBA officials, without whom we would never have even needed to return to L.A., which would have made the genius Paul Pierce right, but for the wrong reason.
So now we have the Game 7 everyone has been waiting for. Did El Presidente say something tonight? I could care less. Obviously he is not a serious fan of any sport. Homey’s wife says LeBron will never win another MVP award. She also predicts that Sasha V. (from the Laker bench) will provide dispositive forthcoming heroics in this series. Her predictive powers are awesome to behold, and she is quite likely to be right on this one. And I know a few things about omniscience.
As an aside, I can only imagine the horror of being Mr. Green from the England football squad. Does he now go into the UK equivalent of protective custody? A new face? A new identity? I really do kinda feel sorry for the newly-dubbed “English Chicken”. Then again, if you’ve ever seen Steve Jones’ teeth up close, just about any indignation imaginable deserves to be levied upon this hygienically challenged people.
You East Coast jackasses think you’re coming out here to leisurely take an NBA Title? Guess again.
(Nothing personal, but we mean business.)
[orig posted June 16 – JR]