Before I begin, I'd just like to pass along a message from John Mason, the wildly-popular and insanely-talented Pistons public address announcer:
"DEEEEEEEE-TROIT, GOING HOME!"
The fourth quarter was yet another concrete validation as to why the male of the species always have--and always will--love a good breast.
31 points? 19 in the fourth quarter of a Conference Finals close-out game? From a rook second-rounder?
On the heels of The Chosen One's epic Game Five?
LeBron has blown TCE outta the water.
It no longer exists. It's done. Stick a Joe Tait-sized fork in it.
And make sure the tines are long enough to reach the "dynastic" Motor City Bad Boys, version 2.0.
(Pardon me while I order some take-out chicken and bust into the rum for Jobu)
(Just in case)
Our boys are in The Finals.
Hot.
Damn.
With LeBron, I always knew it was not a matter of "if", but rather "when". Just never thought it would happen this soon, in this manner, with this cast.
And with a Longhorn playing the Robin to his Batman.
NBA Finals, the Cavs are in.
Much like very early Friday morning, all I can say is "wow".
Just, wow.
Read the complete post at http://theobr.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-in-what.html