In honor of one of the rarest and most magnificent events in sports (Game 7 playoff games), I decided to write a running diary for the Rockets-Lakers game 7. So let me set the scene for ya. I'm sitting inside Pat's flat, getting ready to watch the game with Geoff, Mason, and Geoff's Dad who is visiting from home. So that's two lakers fans (Geoff and his Dad), a non-committed (Mason), and myself who is actively rooting for the Rockets +13. We're fed, we're ready to go, and we're hoping for a good game. Without further ado, here...we....go.
9:35 (beginning of 1st quarter): Kenny comes in and tries to create conversation, nobody mentions that this is a huge game 7 violation. He quietly leaves, and I am DEFINITELY prepared to call out this violation if this will happen in the future.
9:36: Lots of tension in here. Geoff and his Dad seem a bit nervous. And if it's this intense in here, imagine how it must feel in L.A. It's got to be AT LEAST half as intense.
9:38: Lakers off to a hot start with an 8-0 lead. Rockets look a little lost on offense and the Lakers are flying all over the floor. Where has this team been?!
9:50: Lakers up 17-6, 3 minutes left of the first quarter. Not looking good for the Rockets or for my $10.50. Rockets are having a tough time getting shots and it looks like Andrew Bynum, D-Fish, and Trevor Ariza's corpses have all been risen from the graze.
10:00: End of the first quarter. 22-12 Lakers. Pau Gasol just turned in a 3 point play after allowing 3 straight baskets on the other end. Pau yells and pounds his chest in jubilation. Glad to know he's only concerned about one end of the floor. In other news, Ron Artest just airballed his 5th shot, but he's got no technicals yet so that's gotta count for something.
Start of the 2nd quarter: Kobe just tried to check into the game, Phil gave him the veto. Great move by Phil, it's not that important to have your best player on the floor in a game 7.
10:05: So far Mason has been very disinterested. But he got his phone call to his girlfriend in and I think we've got him back . It's very important to have Mason with us tonight.
10:13: Becca and Jen just left. We're going to miss them so much!
10:25: Houston is trotting out Von Wafer, Artest, Scola, Aaron Brooks and Chuck Hayes. That team wouldn't win 25 games. It's amazing that they're in a game 7 with the Lakers right now.
Halftime: This game is over, my bet isn't looking too good either. Lakers up 20, Pat's in his room, Mason is tired, Geoff is relieved, David Stern is counting his money, and I'm left with this empty feeling in my stomach and $10.50 poorer.
10:43: Magic Johnson is on ABC's halftime show and I still can't figure out how a man with AIDS is that fat.
A little backstory here; The reason why we're all tired is because we played about 6 games today for the "Prague Streetball Championship." We went 2-1, beat the team we lost to in the first round, and somehow still didn't win the championship. Only in Prague.
Phil Jackson just told the Lakers to "know what you want to do," while Rick Adelman told the Rockets to "cut into as many as you can before we get to the 4th." The NBA: where glorified babysitters get paid 6 mil a year happens.
Unfortunately, we've got a bad internet connection and we're getting very frustrated. I've lost my will to blog. And an unwilled blogger is no better than a non-blogger. So on that note, I'm out. Before I leave, this is how we gonna do this. Fuck the Lakers, fuck Tracy Mcgrady AND Yao Ming, fuck 02 internet as a internet provider, a business, and as a mothafuckin crew. And if you're down with 02 internet company, then fuck you too! Landlord Jaroslav, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
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