It's not that I was expecting a sweep...but somewhere in the third quarter I started hoping. My nails are bitten down to the quick, I'm checking the radar to see where Paul Peirce's offensive game went. I couldn't sleep after the game last night, reviewing it over and over in my head and seeing so many places where we could have changed things (if only I was a time traveling basketball coach).
Ah well, time to gear up for Thursday. We may not be able to sleep, but we're still in the lead!
Oh and if I hear one more whiny botox kid bitching about foul shots they'll get a G stiletto up the ass.
I'm just sayin'...