L.O.N. — Blame It On The…
by Shannon Booher
Line Of The Night AKA Near Larry Bird Of The Night:
Paul Peezy — 19 points, 9 boards, 8 assists, 2 steals
It was Peezy’s turn to put in a Rondo-esque all-around game, and the resulting win may prove to be the turning point of the series.
Worst Of The Night:
Dwight Howard — 12 points on 10 shots
Well, at least Doug Collins must have been a little happy as he averaged more than a point a shot — the holy grail of stats for Collins. Maybe the Magic can still rally, but their post-game comments had the feel of a team that had it’s heart torn it out. Rashard Lewis essentially calling his teammates stupid, and then Dwight Howard was damn near Jamie Foxx on the mic, singing: “Blame it on Dwight, blame it on the Skip, blame it on the Va-a-a-an Gun-dy.”
Contraction Club Of The Night:
Houston Rockets — 78 points vs. the Lake Show
And a 40-point shot to the dome, kid. The Lakers arguably came out of this game looking worse than the Rockets, though. This is, um, fairly solid proof that Game 4 was a complete and utter “mail it in” situation for the Kobettes.
6th Man Of The Night:
Starbury — 12 points, 2 assists
A rose by any other name… would smell sweeter? Same output as Howard, and yet we are praising him? Bottom line, Celtics go the Disney World facing an elimination game and everybody over in the Magic locker room is whistling Dixie if Starbury doesn’t keep the C’s in the game, early in the 4th quarter. So maybe Howard should have been singing, “Blame it on the he-e-e-e-e-ead tattoo.”
James White with a little Playoff run, and it was not pretty. 0-6!!!!!!… Danny Granger wins Most Improved Player… Charles Barkley in that space helmet over the weekend was priceless… Mr. Cuban — the apology was most likely well-intentioned — although we can’t lie, it smacked of, “well shucks, I guess I really have to do this now, even though I’m not feelin’ it” — but do you really have to continue to twist the knife with the repeated “when the series comes back to Dallas” jabs? We love you, man, but this ain’t you…