That’s it for Tonight

What a night. Thursday's gonna suck. I can't believe how much a Spurs' loss can push my heart into my throat. Clench every muscle in my body. I don't remember the last time I had to deal with a Game 7 situation. Lakers-Celtics? The only other time I really cared. I'm pissed. The Spurs played ugly in the second two quarters of this game. And give it to Detroit. As practically every sports writer said, they play best when their backs are up against the wall. Unfortunately, the Spurs never pulled their heads out of their asses after Game 3. And now Hubie Brown is talking about how great Detroit has done. It's very interesting to me how the Spurs, who those same sports writers say are a team with character, all of a sudden become this annoying group of folks who really don't deserve to win. It's Detroit now who needs the support of the people and deserves this championship. I'm annoyed. At some point in the fourth quarter tonight, the silver and black rolled over and handed practically every offensive and defensive rebound and possession to Detroit. So what's the answer? A lot of stress for me on Thursday. A prayer, perhaps. But I don't pray. For Manu to stop turning the ball over in the paint. For Tim Duncan to make a freethrow. For all of them to get a rebound. To start making baskets. It's gonna be quite a night. Game 7. This is far from the sweep I had hoped it would be.