That Game 7 Win


Screaming, screaming and more screaming.

I graduated Saturday morning, went to a very long lunch afterwards and when I got the chance to return to my apartment, I flipped on the Clipper game. There were less than 20 seconds left and the Clippers were up by 2. My dad and I could barely contain ourselves.

Tim Duncan hit two free throws off a fluke foul by Matt Barnes. “CP3 with the buzzer beater — watch!” I said. Then, the magic happened. It looked like an ugly toss up, but a shot is a shot is a shot. The Clippers beat the Spurs in seven. THE CLIPPERS BEAT THE SPURS IN SEVEN.

At the end of my last post, I predicted it. I’ve actually been predicting these improbable wins for the Clippers for the past three years. They’ve cost me dinners and various other things that I’ve bet on. This time it actually came true.

This is the year.

I think the Clippers can handily beat the Rockets. The real challenge will be the Warriors. But beating the Spurs is a big step forward. Gritting out a seven game series against the defending champs is an incredible feat.

It’s now or never for Clipper nation. Now is the perfect opportunity for the Clips to claim LA, even if it’s just for a brief moment.

Death by Expectations

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The Clippers were slammed Friday night in San Antonio. I didn’t watch the game, but I did see a rerun at a bar later that night where I saw about two minutes of the first quarter in which Blake Griffin turned the ball over. Sigh.

Their 27-point loss in Game 3 was something I expected but didn’t want to happen. Of course the Spurs were going to come out on their home floor, guns blazing, ready to demolish the Clippers. After all, this could be the last year of an epic NBA dynasty of Coach Pop/Tim Duncan/Tony Parker/Manu Ginobli (so they say, anyway). Meanwhile, the Clippers have never seen past the second round and if they don’t break that streak this year, it could be the last year of their core team as well.

Both sides have lots to lose. The expectation runs higher in San Antonio than LA because championships speak louder than anything else. The Clippers are the second class citizens in Los Angeles, sharing their home court with a legendary franchise, and I’m certain their confidence levels and mindsets are nowhere close to that of the experienced Spurs. I think this is where the problem lies.

Everyone has expectations of you. First impressions are long lasting and judgments stick. It becomes easy to bend to them, to truly believe, “OK, maybe they’re right.” The thing is they’re not right. Not always. Flip that perspective and rewire your thought process. Focus on the positives and own them. Soon those expectations will be crushed, stomped on and overcome. That is what the Clippers need.

They’re down 2-1. It’s not experience or better players that they’re lacking (their youth and athleticism is enough), it’s brash determination. If they have that, I’m calling this series Clippers in seven.

NBA Finals Media Questions Go Wild


My dream job is to cover the NBA for a website or newspaper or magazine, and I’m entering my senior year of college working my way there. But for now, I live vicariously through the reporters who are currently out there in the field, traveling to the NBA Finals games. I follow a good amount of them on Twitter.

Usually after games I’m reveling over their witty remarks, and reading various game write-ups. Tonight looked slightly different. I noticed an abundance of media commenting on questions that were being asked in the postgame pressers. And it wasn’t just Coach Pop being Coach Pop — I’m talking questions from way out of left field.

CJ Folger (@cjzero) tweeted out the following Youtube video of a question by this guy, Bobby Ramos. The reactions by LeBron James and Dwyane Wade are pretty priceless.

Then, there was also this question by Ramos. Again.

A strange media night capped the historic game in which the Spurs completely went off on the Heat, winning 111-92. A Twitter search for “Bobby Ramos” speaks for itself.

Additionally, I’d use his question blunders as a cautionary tale for myself. Nothing dies with social media.