I know that someone's going to jump all over me for this, but fuck it. I just looked back at some of my posts from the beginning of the playoffs. . .damn, my writing actually had some style back then, what seems like a century ago. All this Spurs and Pistons handicapping, Robert Horry and the structure of clutch situations, Tim Duncan's soundness, explain the mechanics of why the draft is so screwy, assess the CBA shit has either really sapped the life out of me or naturally lends itself to the kind of writing we pay for the privilege of reading on Insider. So I hereby resolve that, after we've put this playoffs to bed once and for all, I'm going to learn to smile again. Before draft night, I will again litter my garden with flowers and asps!!!!!!!!!
And if anyone thought that my Game 7 post earlier today read like some unholy union of Scoop and Carrie Bradshaw, well, I guess it's come to that.