Odom-eter: Aggressive to the hoop, excellent passes, rebounds, even jumpers. Welcome back, Lamar!
Kobe facilitating like crazy, grinning early.
35-14 lead after 1st quarter is biggest early Finals lead ever.
Trevor Arriza big off the bench, offensive and defensive effort.
58-40 Lakers over Celtics, halftime.
Then Lamar and the home boyz went home but left their golem bodies on the floor to host a surreal debacle.
I don't specifically remember the floor crumbling to the center of the earth, or effort per se ceasing, but some sort of timequake resulted in Phil Jackson talking to Ms. Tacoya re L.A.'s lead being trimmed to 2 to start the 4th quarter, sayin' dry-jokingly that he's not sure what happened either. Then he said they'd get their groove back. Well, not really. And I'm starting to wonder if Phil's vaunted Zen equanimity has turned to senility.
The tall Leprechauns apparently got back into the fray by smothering the Kobester since they knew he was gonna try to be the offense in the 2nd half after facilitating/laying back in the 1st half. The golem replacements hustled about confused, suddenly forgetting how to play basketball.
Oh, that's right, the original cognitives went home to watch the game on TV. Excuse me, but didn't Jordan and his Journeymen mix it up the entire game? What's with this telegraphed strategy of "You guys play like a great basketball team the 1st half while I lay back, feedin' ya -- then I'll come out in the 2nd half, take charge offensively, while the Leprechauns smother me, and you forget why you were ever born"?
97-91, Celtics win Game 4, take commanding 3-1 series lead, against all common sense expectation to the contrary.
Nicholson hallucinated being carted out with cardiac arrest. 150-yr.-old Dyan Cannon's '80s porn star hair was donated to the Frivolous Follicles Hall o' Fame, in honor of nothing in particular.
After mulling on the entire playoff picture, how the Lakers made mincemeat of the proud champion Spurs, who had swept the Cavaliers last year, who damn near beat the Celtics this year, I've come to the unavoidable conclusion that there is no sense to this round-ball game whatsoever.
One might as well bet on the flight patterns of an inebriated hummingbird. Or expect scholarly dissertations from a severe attention-deficit-disordered president of a simulacral nation.
Rule change: Rubber floors, wooden balls.
Makes as much sense as being a fan of privileged schizophrenia.
Keywords: 2008 NBA Finals, ADD, Boston Celtics, Game 4, Los Angeles Lakers
