One and the World

I’m sure many of you saw Game 7 last night, light shining like headlights on a summer day, where Pierce and Lebron steered the ball into the rim for a combined 86 points. We here, many of us, are KU alum and should have Paul’s knife wounds deep in our souls.

But a game where the lead doesn’t change hands after the first minute only inspires so much confidence in sheer power.

I don’t love this Celtics team for what it was yesterday; how were they different last night than a year ago save for context. PP took the load on his European shoulders and hung his team in there. KG played like a Frankenstein of Zydrunas Ilgauskas and Ben Wallace, Ray Allen raced to the bottom as hard as he could with Wally, Delonte played the fiddle to Rondo’s violin while Stratovarius wept for the absence of craft. The game was a shining sea of mediocrity overwhelming the best intentions of two scorers. Paul Pierce carried a mediocre team past the mediocrity that is Cleveland, and we will be paid in a pound of hype.



As for tonight I’m certain we will see the counterpoint to last night’s game, antipathy yielding to anxiety and a son fulfilling his legend to conquer the father. CP3, for lovers and haters, carries the genetic mettle of the, all of them, Spurs in his wily game and hardened mind. A punch in the balls for a drive through the lane, a pirouette after a nudge for a clutch clutch game; the dude is in one what the Spurs are in many.

What will determine the outcome, though, is how the cast responds. Will Julian, in his college spirit, carry forth with 5(2-3), 3, 2, 1, 2 or be silent; will David West’s broken back quiet Horry like so many CCs of novocaine; will Tyson Chandler play like he didn’t go to college or will he play like HE DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE!.

As for the Spurs it is not who they are (after all ADS let us know that) but it is what they are, and they are steel souled assassins with a barrel full of timely threes and nitroglycerine in their jowl. And for that tonight will be what Bos-Cle was not.