Episode 3: Worstern Conference FinalsDespite the Golden State Warriors not being a good team before losing David Lee for the season, Portland had trouble, limping out of the series with their three best swingmen all injured. It looked like the Blazers would get swept by Memphis until the luck of the Irish kicked in.
Somewhere in Boston...Doc Rivers, Rajon Rondo and Paul Pierce were all in an Irish pub getting hammered watching game 1 of the Grizzlies-Blazers series. Portland was doing its best without its second, third and fifth leading scorers but Zach Randolph and Rudy Gay were destroying them on both ends.
"Shit, Doc. How we gonna beat these guys?", asked Pierce
"I don't know son. I don't know." Rivers sighed and pulled something out of his wallet. "Look at this. It's a four-leaf clover. I had it on me when we owned the shit out of the Lakers in-" The coach was interrupted by gasps filling the bar.
"And... that doesn't look good. Randolph takes a hard fall and now he's clutching his shoulder. This is not good if you're a Memphis fan", said Clark Kellogg. Kevin Harlan agreed, "this is one part of the game you NEVER want to see." They clinked glasses and watched Memphis go on to still blow out the Blazers by 30. The series tide would change though, as the Grizzlies' offense fell off a cliff without their best player. Brandon Roy returned off the bench to carry the Blazers to back-to-back wins before Gerald Wallace returned in a game 4 drubbing.
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On the Blazers team flight..."Hey guys, check it out, a fan sent me a gift," said a cheerful Greg Oden. Brandon Roy rolled his eyes and turned his iRoy up, but a couple rookies humored him. Greg opened the package. It was a stone bust of his own head. Under it was a note.
Get it?
-Marc
Oden's lower lip trembled a bit and he sent the rookies away. 'Gasol is going to pay', he thought.
Roy nudged Felton who was sitting next to him. "Hey man, there's something wrong with my iPod. It won't work anymore." Felton signed and asked "is it on?" before taking a look at it. "God, why is it all sticky. That... that isn't knee fluid is it?"
Roy turned red and said "NO! Probably just... you know, panned obsoleteness or some shit"
In Orlando...Doc Rivers was tearing his tiny four-leaf clover into a million pieces. "What was that, RonDON'T?! Barack was right about you."
"You're a fucking drunk!", Rondo shot back.
"Oh, I'm the drunk. I'M the drunk. Well at least I can shoot." Rivers sighed. "But that's not important right now. Dwight knows it was us who tried to kidnap him before game 5. Who else would it be?"
"Well, we'll need a scapegoat. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?", asked Rondo with a mischievous smile on his face.
"What up B-Scal, what's shakin'? Just lighting up with Co-B and Swifty? Alright. Well, do you want to kick it tonight? Yeah, JUST like old times. No, you my ni- I'll hit you up later."