I really needed that win. I know its not cause for a parade, my point guard didn’t get invited to ring the opening bell at the NYSE, Obama didn’t invite us to the Rose Garden. I was at home after all, but in the event of a loss the temptation to hit ABORT would have been strong, and I won despite my star PF being held to two points for the 2nd straight game.
I almost never watch the games live, but the new ticket prices kicked in and so I checked in before half time to see if the fans in the cheap seats would show up for Rotten Tomato Night. It was real horrorshow, me droogs. Down by 12, his center playing out of his head, 14 boards, jumping over the backboard to grab rebounds, leaping over cameramen to grab loose balls, swinging from the rafters on his way back downcourt after a dunk, blocking a shot into the men’s room on the third level. The only ray of light were his four fouls.
He didn’t foul out, but whatever the team doctor injected him with at halftime seems to have calmed him down a bit, he stopped humping the legs of the ball girls and only managed four boards and a foul after the break. I won going away, and the arena sold out. I clearly underestimated demand and it’s likely to hurt me at least as much as that godawful loss to SVJ. But if I can hold my head above water until there’s money for another big man…
PS Who should I have blown in exchange for getting promoted to the other side of the bracket, aka “Division 3.5”?