From my blog...
The Oklahoma City Thunder deserve everything that’s happening to them right now. And the fact that it’s happening by the hands of their once bearded star is fitting. Such glorious revenge for the man I’ve nicknamed Black Zeus. Wasn’t Zeus the God of Thunder? Ownership.
So you traded the lithe, high flying 6’8” Jeff Green, (the new star of the Boston Celtics) for the equivalent of an offensive lineman in Kendrick Perkins, when you’re entire team runs like a group of Maserati’s on the autobahn. You traded for a Chevy. In the most important game of the year, you’re tree stump of a forward logs 15:38 in playing time, gives you 5 rebounds, 3 fouls and 2 points. Sweet.
Kevin Martin, who gets out ran by the referees in this series, the same guy you traded for James Harden (31 points 8 rebounds, 7-9 3-pt fg) looked more pedestrian than old ladies waiting for cabs outside of Penn Station. How obscure what his game? His stat-line was reppin’ for Ladue, Missouri - 3 points, 1 assist, and 4 rebounds? Who reps the 314? Shameful.
I say that to say this; I’ve never seen a team up 3-2, in more trouble than the Oklahoma City Thunder. They are going BACK to Houston tomorrow, without Russell Westbrook in uniform, without a real identity as a team, and without confidence they can close this series out. And why would they? It’s not like OKC has a coach that can utilize the talent they have left. Durant might as well be Tom Hanks in “Cast Away.” The ball is his only real friend. And he’s on an island all by himself.
So NBA fans (if there is any of you left) sit back and watch the possibility of a once stealth fighter jet morph into a 1996 Cessna, right before your eyes. The sky is brewing for destruction tomorrow. And small planes don’t fly well in thunderstorms. Ask Hanks.