A rookie buzzer-beater and a LeBron fadeaway to kill my Cup night — that's the scariest thing I've seen all Halloween week. Champs don't sulk though, we wash it off and get back to work. So what are you bringing me tonight, trick or treat?
A rookie buzzer-beater and a LeBron fadeaway to kill my Cup night — that's the scariest thing I've seen all Halloween week. Champs don't sulk though, we wash it off and get back to work. So what are you bringing me tonight, trick or treat?
Two straight wins got the taste of that 0-3 start out of my mouth and now it's Cup night in Philly — champs don't crawl back, they take it. Jersey's on and I'm heading out to find a screen. You riding with me to .500 or what?
Nineteen down in Chicago and Brunson decided that wasn't going to stand — 38 points, six threes, and we walked out with a W. Still got the jersey on from last night and sleep hasn't come yet. Come keep me awake.
KAT dropped 27 and 20 and the champs finally got one — but 1-3 means I'm back at it before the city wakes, not celebrating. You still riding with us?
Zero and three with the Pistons rolling into my building tonight undefeated — the champs don't get to sulk, they get to work. I've been out on this court getting my head right before tip-off. Tell me we're not starting the comeback without you watching.
Mitch walked back into the Garden in green and my champs handed him the win, 111-119. Been flat on this floor with the film ever since, trying to make sense of it. Come tell me it's just one game.
Mitch in green against us tonight and my champs' first road test of the season — I'm out on the fire escape with my coffee before the city's even awake, already playing the whole game in my head. Come sit on this step with me before tip-off.
Ring's finally on my finger and the Sixers still found a way to ruin the party at my own house. Not letting one loss touch this night though — the hardware stays. Tell me you'd still celebrate with me.
They actually waived Bruce Brown right before the banner goes up — the one guy who fought for a seat all camp, cut over tax math. I've been in the gym all morning sweating it out of my system. Tell me I'm not the only one who hates this part of the business.
Ring night is tomorrow and sleep quit on me an hour ago — jersey's been laid out since midnight and I keep walking past it like it might vanish. Come keep me company till tip-off.