The Cuab Side of the Moon

I have two theories. I hope both aren’t true, although one of the two has to be. 

Theory A: The NBA rig series for higher ratings. David Stern wants Lakers v. Celtics in the Finals. David Stern also wants LeBron James to play as long into May as possible. Prescription = go seven games! There’s a lot of story lines building up here. The Celtics are 6-0 at home and 0-5 on the road. Possibly the making of the first team ever to win a championship without winning a road game. That would mean four 7 game series for the Celtics. How sweet that taste’s in the commish’s mouth.

Theory B: Doc Rivers is a bad coach. At home coaching doesn’t matter. The team feeds off the fans, emotion takes over, they stop thinking, and they straight up ball. They play killer D. They have fire in their eyes. They win just being who they are, and they’re blowing teams out. When they’re on the road, they have no fire. Garnett turns into a little girl. He’s 7 feet tall. He should get the ball 80% of the time. 90% of his shots have been from 15 feet or beyond. He pusses out and runs away from the block. He never calls for he ball, so they end up shooting a wayward three at the buzzer. It’s a joke. Paul Pierce used to know how to score too. He used to know how to take over a game. Granted he’s playing his balls off guarding LeBron, and he’s doing a really good job, proving he can play some mean D. But he needs to stop deciding to turn on the jets with 3 minutes to go in the game, when they’re down by 7, when they could have been up by 5 if he had turned it on 9 minutes earlier. They have no sense of urgency on the road, and the ONE person that needs to take control of the situation, and inject intensity into the dying heart of KEVIN GARNETT is Doc Rivers. The Celtics were settling for awful, AWFUL shots very late in the clock, like 10 to 12 possessions in a row, and KG caught it zero times in the post, and shot twice from about 17 feet out. The last 6 to 7 minutes of EVERY close game should be played 5 feet from the basket. GET FOULED. It’s a sin for Doc not to call that option. Run the offense through KaGe down in the block when the game is in the balance. Let me coach this team. Christ.

The good news is, there is at least one more home game, and perhaps a second if it goes to seven. Nothing is over, I truly believe momentum stays at your home court. Sure the Cavs won two in a row, but they won in a friendly environment. If this years playoffs has proven anything it’s that home court means everything. So here we go again, best of three. 

So Amy and I were at Pet Smart for no good reason, and we decided it was time to cash the checks our mouths have been writing for years. We got a fish. A betta fish because they don’t need much care and maintenance and they’re really inexpensive, plus they only require about a 1/2 gallon of water to swim in. We picked out a blue and red male, and hooked him up with a sicky-sick aquarium. So without further ado, I present to you, Some-Buggy Franklin, better known as Buggy…

I saw it during game 7 today, and laughed out loud. I DVRed the game and watched the commercial an additional 10 to 20 times and laughed out loud each time. Take this and enjoy it, please.