FBP: Un-fucking-conscious

I have forgotten how devastating Ray Allen can be more times than you've ever known. I mean I'll pay lip service to his silky jumper and his thinking man's approach to what's probably the Association's most retarded position. But when he puts on a show, it only makes the subtle gravely apparent. Make no doubt about it--when he's flowing, Allen is, in his own button-down way, every bit the assassin that AI, T-Mac, or Arenas is.

To paraphrase Ray Ray: fly on the desk. . . they think they're coming at me fast. . . slow motion to me. . .

(It made sense if you saw the game.)

Maybe this is the secret to the Sonics' success. How could we have been so blind?