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April 29, 2005
Garbage Time in the Playoffs
David Stern, on the Pistons-Pacers fracas in November:
"We have to do everything possible to redefine the covenant between players and fans, and between fans and fans, and make sure we can play our games in very welcoming and peaceful settings."
The NBA, seeing the potential drama and potential ratings of a potential Pistons-Pacers playoff series:
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Well, how else would you explain it? The refs have openly been wearing Pacers jerseys during the games, the league has suspended Antoine Walker for Game 4 for going ballistic after another dumbass call, and the Celtics, as moribundly as they've been playing and as little as they truly deserved to win Games 2 or 3, have to go 5-on-8 for the rest of the series.
During another long fan-peer-counseling phone call with my Dad last night, we agreed that Indiana is a team we kind of like, until the minute the game starts. Especially R***** M***** (I can't say his name without rage building inside me; you know who I mean). I'm at the point I'm rarely at now; I want to see him injured. I want him to kick his leg out on a 3-point attempt and have Ricky flip him over onto his skull (Do it, Ricky; you might as well contribute to this series somehow). I want him to set one of his patented pansy screens and see Kendrick Perkins knock him into the third row. You're going to get a foul called on you if you go within 3 feet of Reggie; might as well get your money's worth.
I hate the Indiana fans, who everytime a questionable call doesn't go their way (which was twice in Game 3) moan and whine like the greatest injustice in the history of man has been perpetrated. The only consolation is that the Pacers won't go on to win the title, while our Patriots stomping their Colts on the way to a Superbowl has become an annual tradition as reliable as the falling leaves.
I almost wish for the early 90s Pistons to reunite for the next round (I know...don't give up on the C's yet...but come on). I think the only way to stop Reggie is a healthy dose of Laimbeer and Rodman. I want Reggie to watch the end of the season, and the end of his career, from inside a body cast.
There, I said it.
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It's a day later (after Game 3), and Reggie Miller is still annoying. Yes, he works hard, but what a cheap shot, prissy flopper he is. I'd love for Larry Bird to "walk through that door" and show him what a clutch shooter really looks like. Larry could also show Reggie what a champion looks like while he's at it.
I'd also love it if Dave Cowens unretired for a day so that he could demonstrate what a real foul is, using Reggie as, oh say, a tackling dummy.
I'd also be happy if Paul Pierce showed Mr. Faker what the Truth really means before this series is out.
Posted by: Vin | April 29, 2005 07:31 PM
