by H Rock on Tue May 30, 2006 11:19 pm
Well, game over, series over. And what a series it was. Lots of thrills, spills, and chills. Thrills galore in that comeback win in Game 5, and in Game 7 as well. Spills...well, it was certainly a physical series. Lot's a hard fouls, and not a lot of open layups in this series. And as for chills, there were certainly a few for Spurs fan when Erwin got injured. And some goose bumps as well when Walker hit that buzzerbeater in Game 5.
Despite the fact that I only played 15 minutes total in 7 games, I think that maybe that was for the best. After all, why spoil the greatness of guys like Kurt Walker, Joe Erwin, Rashidi Lawson, and Thomas Goldberg by trying to take the ball away from them. Great players make great moments, and that's certainly held true here.
I've watched from the bench all my basketball career, possible more than any other player. And let me tell you, this series has been the greatest I've ever watched from the bench. 2 great teams, 2 great cities, 2 great duos, 7 great games.
Ah, well, I'm rambling here. Let's see, where was I...the game, oh yes, the game. Well, let's see, 10 seconds left. No one was standing. Players on the floor, bench players, coaches, fans, none were sitting. It was a fitting ending, to say the least. Everyone in the building knew what was going to happen It ended as a two-man game, and those four men, Lawson and Goldberg, Walker and Erwin were the stars of the series, and it was only fair that to them the final defensive and offensive tasks were assigned.
Well, how do you describe the last play? A simple pick and roll, Walker fought around it, and Lawson unleashed. You could have heard a pin drop at the time. Those in the luxury suites could have heard the squeak of the sneakers, the grunt of bodies colliding, the cool intake of breath as Lawson came around the screen, and gathered his muscles for the final spring.
Strange isn't it, that you practice the pick and roll, the shooting form, bending of the knees, the release, all these little things all your life, and it all comes down to one play, one second of time. Does that seem fair? Basketball is decided by the roll of the basketball to one side by mere centimeters. Your whole life is decided by centimeters. Your life work is judged by whether those few centimeters turned for or against you. Sometimes I wonder why we attach such importance to such a trivial game that is decided by miniscule measurements.
Once again, I ramble. Back to the pick and roll, the spring, the release. I won't say it went in slow motion, because it didn't. Nevertheless, I could see the muscles tensing, the arms, legs bulging, the jaws tightening, all in just a moment. Then the release, the pure release that had given Lawson 47 points.
As the ball was in flight, the stadium was dead silent. To say that half of the stadium's population closed its eyes would not be an exaggeration. To say I closed my eyes would be strectching it, although I came pretty close. Have you ever felt the tenseness, the suspense. At that moment, the tenseness was almost too much, and was intesified by the fact that I was watching, not playing. How those four shining lights, the four stars of the series were feeling, I could not tell. Nervousness was never a problem for them all game long, and certainly not now.
Those in the luxury box could also hear the ball as it finally made contact with the goal. You were able to distinguish the sound of a swish and a clang perfectly. When the sound of it reached the general public, half of them let out a sigh of agony. Half of them let out their breath and opened their mouth to cheer. You could feel the pain of that half, and that team, and yet exult with the other half, and the other team.
(Note- I'm feeling so good about this that I almost don't want to give away the ending).