“It was me. Turnovers. I guess fouls—if you call it that.” Rose showing us something in last night post-game presser. It’s not Durant’s fury, but it was good to see him get a little snide. That can be part of frustration and disappointment, too. Self-flagellation isn’t the only way to be.
“You Only Need To Watch The Last Five Minutes”
Do these people still exist? If so, what do they make of the Heat and Mavericks this past week? I suppose you could have just tuned in to see them dismantle a late lead. The better teams won and all that; the youngsters collapsed, there was an air of inevitability about it, and everything that came before was rendered irrelevant. Except what if you care about process, context, or narrative, or more plainly, tension and release? In a way, an ending like tonight’s is even more dramatic. The Bulls had this game … until they didn’t, and the Heat swooped in to clinch the series. Same with the Mavericks on Monday. It was fun, scary, and overpowering. A nail-biter is one kind of story. This is another.
Addendum: Okay, they still exist. Thanks, Kevin Pelton.