So much to say.
So little time.
I am waffling whether I should divide this up.
You know what?
I’m going tour de force, full force.
Let’s start with game 3.
So i’m watching the game right?
Mavericks look decent.
They cop a comeback right quick to go up 4 with like half a minute left.
So i’m okay at this point.
Then its 2 points with 10ish to go.
The Mavs have a foul to give.
God Bless America.
Antoine Wright makes the smart play but NO CALL?
What is this?
NO FOUL, MELO’S WET FROM THREE-VILLE AND THE MAVS lose? WHAT?
No no no.
This is unacceptable.
At this point, I can’t see straight.
After the fact, at this point, I see 5, count em 5, possiblities.
- The Refs swallowed their whistles in the last minute. Its the PLAYOFFS after all.
- The Refs were intimidated by KMart and Dahntay Jones. Who wouldn’t be?
- David Stern hates Mark Cuban.
- Mark Wunderlich, the Ref closest to the action, has in fact made a similar call. Western Conference Finals. Last year. Game 4. Derek Fisher mauled Brent Barry.
- What I call the Tim Donaghy Special. What was the over/under for the game? 209.5/210. What was the score before the 3? 208. What was the score after? 211. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
Let’s winnow these options down.
Oh I can’t! They’re all flawless, logically speaking.
Put your hand down.
This isn’t a classroom.
Okay. So I guess I’ll just have to live with it.
The NBA wouldn’t salt the wound/make themselves look stupid by saying something, would they?
“At the end of the Dallas-Denver game this evening, the officials missed an intentional foul committed by Antoine Wright on Carmelo Anthony, just prior to Anthony’s three-point basket.”
Who said that?
Who’s Joel Litvin?
NBA President of League and Basketball Operations.
Is that important?
In this case, OF COURSE.
I see what you did there. You used irony for a joke.
Now, I’m addressing myself in 3rd person.
Or is it 1st person?
Then we have what I call “Cube-Mart-Gate”
Yes, I went with the “-Gate”
So sue me.
Cube-Mart-Gate is the situation involving Mark Cuban, Kenyon Martin, and Kenyon Martin’s mom.
KMart’s mom, I call her Mrs. Thug, apparently was being kinda harsh-y post-game 2.
Cube-daddy, or Mark Cuban, then responded.
The sitchuation went down like this.
After Game 3, in Dallas.
Some fan, presumably a Dallas fan, yelled “The Nuggets are thugs!!!!”
Cube-Daddy, as he walked towards the exit, happened to be next to Mrs. Thug at the time.
He leaned over, in a creepily awesome way and said “That includes your son”
Tempers flared, but not like that.
There was no violence.
More like a war of words til Cube-Daddy said he was sorry.
This is great.
We need more wars of words like this.
Wars of words?
War of words?
Wars of word?
Word wars of?
Oh, lo and behold.
George Karl busy obliging!
While describing the crowd:
“I would probably use an uglier word than hostile, but I’m not going to do that right now. I don’t think it was very classy. I’ve been in hostile buildings, but you can do it in a classy way.”
You know what I hear?
“I’m the coach of the dirtest team since Bruce Bowen wasn’t a million years old!”
“My own medicine doesn’t taste good!”
You know what George Karl?
YOU KNOW YOU GOT AWAY WITH ONE IN GAME 3.
SO SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.
Go back to coaching KMart and Dahntay Jones and Carmelo, who are cheap-shot artists nearing Bruce Bowen levels.
Sure, what you have works.
And what you have will get you to the next round.
And what you have could even get you Finals-bound.
Draw the line.
Let it go.
No reason to attack the crowd or whatever you were doing.
Also, I hope you can sleep at night, knowing that you have bred a team of flagrant vagrants and garbage flarbages.
Nothing rhymes with garbage.
Nothing, IN THAT CONTEXT, rhymes with garbage.