I was originally going to talk about Brian Wilson quitting Twitter today, but instead I've decided to pay homage to what is for sure the best first round, seven game series ever, and arguably the best series in my lifetime (I'm sure there are some series that definitely compete.)
This series, with the exception of Game 3, has been absolutely unbelievable. So far here are things I have learned since the beginning of this series:
- Brad Miller is an absolute savage. I know he's a big, lumbering white guy, but he is awesome. He was known in his first stint with the Bulls for throwing a punch at Shaq. In his second stint, he has proven fairly clutch at the free throw line and able to take a punch.
- Speaking of that particular punch- I hate Rashon Rondo. I wasn't going to be that fan. You know, they guy who complains about the refs because a call doesn't go their team's way. Seriously though, this mofo punched Brad Miller in the face to make him miss a possible game tying shot. Then in Game 6, he threw Kirk Hinrich towards the scorer's table. Rondo is clearly a good player, but I absolutely hate him... so the rivalry begins.
- I hate Ray Allen and Paul Pierce. I hate them because they are good, but I still hate them. Like Clayton Bixby once said, "If you have hate in your heart- let it out!" While I'm not a black/white supremisist, I am someone who strongly dislikes teams that wear green- Green Bay Packers, Boston Celtics, Sacramento State, you get the idea (I'll hate CSUS less if my younger brother ends up pitching for them, but until then- hate, hate, hate...)
- Derek Rose is the man. Don't disagree because you can't.
- After the Triple Overtime thriller, I am so ready for Game 7. I have not enjoyed NBA basketball like this in a loooooooooong time- and I love it.