Poetic Justice: Most commentators are (rightly) focusing on the Neal three pointer, but what about the miraculous Ginoboli shot just before that, which closed the Memphis lead to one point? Falling out of bounds in the back corner, lofting up a prayer, and it goes in. It was a two-pointer, but just based on degree of difficulty it was worth a three (and made the Neal shot possible).
Perkins Lives! Besides being locked in a WWF-style death match with Nene, Kendric Perkins has not contributed much to the Ok City offense -- until (at least the first half of) Game Five, when he showed up with a flurry of layups and free throws. Nice to get some high percentage field goals and more low post presence from Perkins. This is the corollary to your Carlos Boozer point.
Why Do You Hate Me, Reggie Miller? This was actually from yesterday's game (and I can't remember if I mentioned this to you already), but what's up with the abusive relationship between Reggie MIller and Kevin Harlan? Miller spent the entire game criticizing Harlan's calls in a coldly condescening way, with Harlan apologizing. Very uncomfortable viewing.
Everyone Loves Fratello: If Miller-Harlan is an abusive relationship, how would we describe the other announcing partnerships? Here how I see them. Steve Kerr would be Marv Albert's younger, cuter trophy wife (though geniunely smart and capable), with Craig Sager as the spurned other woman. Mike Fratello and Dick Stockton are the couple who've been married for 50 years, with no chemistry and Fratello spending his time flirting with the waitress at the early bird special. Pete Pranica and Brevin Knight? The less said, the better.
Pundit-terrorism: Russell Westbrook has gotten the message about not taking too many shots. Really, really gotten the message. Ok, maybe over-gotten it.
--Posted by AF
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