Pulls me right back
Very little left in the tank after Kobe's sweeping orchestration of the strong and weak forces earlier today, but there's a diary entry that needs to get wrote up in here.
Someone really, really needs to call me on this one: multiple times, I've seen Arenas stumble out the gate, for an entire half even, and then rip the house apart for a crucial quarter or two. Granted, it's sometimes all in vain, as with game #1 of the Cavs series. But look back on what I said barely one hour ago: "I can't stand to see Arenas suffer."
Uh, isn't that part of his appeal? That he bounces back against impossible odds more often than not, and that even his blunders leave you wondering exactly what they meant? I guess I'm only showing here that I do have such a strong affinity for the perennially under-respected Arenas that I don't want to see him razed by Team LeBron. The point of Gilbert, though, is that he'll go down dying before he lets the inevitable happen. If LeBron is a walking foregone conclusion whose shown he can indeed falter, Arenas is, and always will be, the unlikeliest of all the elite, even over the course of a single game. Having something invested in him is an uneasy, hair-raising pact tinged with a certain anxiety; being Gilbert, though, is probably the complete and total opposite of this.
And that, my friends, is why I'm barely a real sports fan. Call me unseen caretaker, call me patron, but don't forget that I had to be convinced to come on board in the first place.