Wednesday, June 11, 2014

McGovern Player of the Finals - Game 3.

Apologies for this post's delay. I meant to type this out earlier but found myself without my trusty "quad-ruled steno book" that I use to scribble my points on earlier. Scribble would describe my hand-writing, which aside from my signature - passed down from four generations of Charles Patrick McGoverns - is probably difficult to read. Last night's game ended up being judged fairly lightly point wise (fairly implying uncharacteristic - not an antonym for heavy), for the players involved. Miami fans being essentially silenced throughout the first half helped emotions from clouding my first-half judgement.
Despite and probably as a result of the record-breaking offensive performance by San Antonio, the majority of points I awarded were because of defensive activity & acuity. I felt despite Leonard's excellent offense, his defense was sub-par and Danny Green played the most consistent throughout the game. Norris Cole also played decent defense despite that his offensive lackings were lopped in with Chalmers's. I won't be at all shocked to see him start for the HEAT and plan to award him thereupon.

MIAMI:
Allen +2 +3
Bosh -1 +1 -1
Chalmers -2 -4
Cole +3 -1
James +2 -2 +2 -1 +1
Wade +2 +2 +4

SPURS:
Bellinelli +2
Bonner +1 -2
Diaw +3 +1 +1
Duncan +1 +1 +1 +1 +4
Ginobili +2 +1 +2
Green +2 +2 +4 +4
Leonard +1 +1 +1 +2 +2
Mills +2 +2
Parker +3
Splitter +2

While trying not to listen to Bill Simmons's, Sage Steel's (total porn name) and Jalen Rose's first half analysis something caught my ear. Although it was storming outside I knew that wasn't it. It sounded like something hand landed on my back door. For some reason I really thought it might've been a bat. There's a wooden deck over my door which makes it a nice place for creatures to seek shelter. I've discovered most existing non-aquatic animal phyla there so far, aside from the ever elusive mammal. This was my chance. I sauntered up to my door, while switching on the outside light as this wouldn't matter much to what I suspected it was. Upon opening I saw no movement but the rain yet immediately heard the vibration once again. It was coming from directly above me, the ceiling tile on the inside. When I shut the door and jumped up to poke it and heard an odd rustling, I didn't know how to react. The movement pattern seemed to systematic to be a mouse or mammal, yet too light to be even a large spider. After repeating my jump-step-listen combo I decided I needed some tools. I slinked off and retrieved a step-ladder, a mini-flash light and a baseball bat.
It was time to start spying. After removing a couple of ceiling tiles and poking around with my bat I discovered it was a lizard Wikipedia described as being secretive and agile. Slick. Still waiting for half-time to end I decided to see what Wikipedia would say about "ultra-hearing." Hearing aid and Ultra boy were among the initial results. Both valid choices but I ended up clicking the one about Ultra-boy. To my unfortunate surprise I discovered it was a DC superhero (Jo Nah of the planet Rimbor). Jonah Hill will now suffer point deductions for every lizard reference throughout the duration of the finals.

McGovern FAGGOT of the Game:
Heat Fans -1 -600
M. Jackson -1 -2 -2 +1
J. Hill -60 -4
Refs -2 +2 +1

FAGGOT notes:

Heat Fans: Worst fans in the history of the league. I don't even particularly like James much but I really feel sorry for him regarding them. One would almost think after Game 6 in last years Finals they'd have learned their lesson. They walk out at half-time during a Finals game the year after their team made one of the best come backs of all time (as if walking out during the Finals isn't bad enough). They never cheer for their team unless it looks like they're guaranteed to win. I was actually about to award them their first points during the teams resurgence in quarter 3 when Miami looked poised for a comeback. Then Boris Diaw made an excellent play and they were instantly silenced while never making one more even half-way convincing chant the rest of the game. Fucking ingrates. They're the fan versions of Jonah Hill. Fat, worthless, whitewashed and entirely unconvincing.

M. Jackson: Most of his deductions were for continually saying "grown man" in some form or another.

J. Hill: I can't believe this fucker is associated in any way with the word ultra.

Refs: I have to admit they've been better this series than in the rounds leading up to the Finals.



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