I got up at 3:45 am CET to watch
what I knew would be a thriller.
I made a cup of coffee and greeted
our three cats (The Small Three, if you will)
who would be my only company in those very
early morning hours.
I turned on the TV and in a few seconds I was
just shellshocked. Celtics down by 20 and the
Danish commentators are going on about how the
Lakers are just killing them, mentioning the
21-point 1st quarter lead.
Nothing is going in and Paul is looking like
he's going to crash any second.
So I figure: Why not just go to bed again?!
By now, the coffee's beginning to work and
my mind's also beginning to work a little bit.
I'm thinking, "I'll stick with it, even though
they could lose by 50. There's a Game 5 just around
the corner, maybe the Green can finish well and
gain some much-needed confidence."
Halftime comes and Farmar throws in that desperation
shot, and in doing so, puts an exclamation mark on
the first half.
Then all of a sudden, the D is working again, Kobe is
missing shots and whining continuously and I'm beginning
to think that our boys may actually have a chance!
James Posey is suddenly Big Game James, Eddie's in the House,
Paul is waking up and doing the little things, Ray is just being
Ray and KG is like that great piece of duct tape holding it all
together.
I must say that from then on, I don't really remember that much.
Maybe I just couldn't believe what I saw. The Lakers once again
not being impressive and the Celtics making me so proud I had the
goosebumps the rest of the game. I wanted to stick my head out the
window in joy and just scream but had to settle for a quieter
celebration.
I've been so tired all day and then again not. I witnessed NBA history
and I'm so happy I didn't go back to sleep.
My Laker friend, who lives in the Dominican Republic, wrote to me
on MSN that he would go to sleep and have nightmares about this game.
You can't really blame him, can you?
His Lakers got run over by The Mean Green Defensive Machine.
And I got to watch.
TP for the thread, nick!