That Was Some Painful Shit

During the second half, I was on the phone with my friend Shane (the guy, not the girl, for those of you who know my girl history), and at some point, with the television muted, I had to ask him what 97 minus 71 was. I had just returned to ABC after having to leave. I couldn't watch. Instead I opted for Dirty Dancing on USA, muted though it was. It took me back to 14. I saw that movie in West Hollywood with my junior varsity basketball team. Coach Vasquez, the one we all made fun of for being a lesbo (if I didn't join in they'd all find out about me....shameful....shameful). She had to explain the abortion laws to us during the movie. I had no idea what was going on. I only knew that I really wanted Jennifer Grey the way Patrick Swayze wanted her. I had a BMT sandwich from Subway that day, and as a result, was benched for consuming red meat. Vasquez was a piece of work. During pre-season, we killed a basketball team, much like the Pistons did to the Spurs tonight. I got a lot of playing time and scored 17 points. The scorekeeper, Holly I think, came up to me after the game and gave me the news of my double-digit, game-high performance. Then Vasquez came up to me. She was sure to congratulate me for a game well played. I was finally able to show her what I was capable of. But instead she told me not to expect to get that kind of playing time. I was just in the game a lot because they were a poor team. That instilled me with so much confidence, let me tell you. I made varsity the next year. Bitch. I didn't feel bad anymore for dragging her whistle through the mud-soaked bathroom. So I can never watch Dirty Dancing without thinking of her. But that's ok. Jennifer Grey trumps bad coaches any day. Tonight's game. When I found out what 97-71 was (math takes me a while; especially when double figures are involved), I just started laughing. It just got funny. Boston's leprachaun flew to Detroit tonight and hung out on the Spurs' rim. I would hate to be in the locker room tonight. No, actually I would love it. I'm sure lockers where punched. Depression. Embarrassment. They may as well have walked onto the court and pulled their shorts down. Because Detroit shut them the fuck down, playing a near flawless game, replete with offense and defense. And most importantly, the will to win. It's all tied up. Can't wait for Sunday. Really. I can't.