Almost There

I have begrudgingly begun to accept the fact that LeBron James is on the verge of actually winning an NBA Championship ring.  To be completely candid with you, I hate the simple thought of it.  The thing that really irks me about this practically imminent world of the existence is that I (and I think I’m in the majority… somewhere around a 65/35 split) was so sure it was going to happen differently.

About midway through the 4th quarter of Game 7, I knew the Heat were going to be playing in the Finals against OKC.  The Celtics finally just broke.  All engines firing, full-steam ahead.  Boom.  Over.  But I thought I had an ace up my sleeve.  After the first two incredible rounds and then the dismantling of the Spurs, I thought OKC was sure to bring the thunder to South Beach.  Bonus pun.

Instead, LBJ has been lighting up the court and is on his way to a ring.  But it’s not enough to suddenly admit that he’s great.  Sorry, I’m still not selling yet. Continue reading

NBA Finals? More like NBA JAM.

If you haven’t noticed, I took a mini hiatus after my beloved Boston Celtics broke down in the biggest Game 7 of them all**.  I needed time to digest. Time to recover. Time to find my own closure. More on that later.

**Fan’s perspective. Any Game 7, involving a team you are invested in, automatically becomes “the biggest Game 7 of all”. It’s chronological too—this most recent NBA Game 7 is somehow bigger than that Yankees-Red Sox Game 7 of a few years ago.

This piece… it’s all about the NBA Finals. The “other” matchup. Continue reading