Drink: Vina Alicia Malbec
I went into game 3 hotly anticipating a contest where we finally wouldn’t have to hear the Crooklyn fans chant “Brooooook-lyyyyyn” in a way that is usually reserved for mocking a struggling goaltender in hockey. Maybe the chant is just hipster irony from the Wicker Park of New York. There was speculation from fringe lunatics like Carmen DeFalco of ESPN Chicago, that one Derrick Martell Rose would return. But once again, God told D Rose to wear a blazer instead. D Rose, God and Dante Ross all get the gas face. No gas face for Jo Noah and Joe Johnson who each played with ailing feet.
Momentum once again would not carry over from the previous tilt. The well organized Bulls of game 2 were no where to be found early, with 5 turnovers in the first…like, 40 seconds? The Nets were nowhere near as soft as they were on Monday. Reggie Evans remembered that he has muscles that can be used in sporting events. It looked very game 1-ish. Per usual, the Bulls didn’t get going until Nazr Muhammed entered the game? Old man winter resembled a 35 year-old Antonio McDyess. He even jumped with BOTH FEET to rip down a rebound like he was a stuntman or something. Lou was aggressive and level headed throughout the quarter, leading the lads to a 2 point lead after one frame.
Taj Gibson loaded a dunk over the former Mr. Kardashian in the 2nd quarter that prompted Stacy King to blubber some catch phrase about myface friend requesting. For someone paid money to explain basketball plays to speak like such an imbecile, highlights how emphatic the dunk was.
For all the grief Carlos Boozer has received from myself and anyone who expects power forwards to possess power, Booze has been a manimal in the series. He’s boarding up strong and using crafty body positioning near the hoop. He’s been great this season, but he’s finally hulking out in the post season. He and Capn’ Kirk helped fuel the 7 point lead the Bulls enjoyed at the half.
In the 3rd, Deng put on a pull-back jumper clinic, featuring a shake-off of Gerald Wallace that made Byron Russell shiver in whatever trailer park Russell crashes at these days. Deron Williams woke up late in the 3rd as the only Nets offensive option. The Bulls D stifled Crooklyn otherwise. Nataniel Cornelius Robinson dropped a vintage Nate jumper at the end of the quarter in route to a 13 point lead for our boys.
The 4th started looking like a victory lap, but then the Bulls ran a series of plays that resembled the ending credits of Benny Hill. Brook Lopez scored a bunch and the Nets suddenly found themselves in the game. The game stayed at 77-72 Bulls for more possessions than we should ever see in the NBA play-offs. Booze got his shot blocked a couple times, Noah’s plantar fasciitis seemed to spread to his hands as he could not hold onto the ball. The Nets had the ball down 3 at the end of the game, but CJ Watson air-balled a last second 3 to hand his old team a 2-1 series lead.
This game had no alibi. It was ugly. Neither team shot over 40%. The Nets were 1-26 at one point from the floor. There were times when my only joy was the Dikembe commercial, then the stupid game would come back on.
Brook Lopez goes quarters at a time where he forgets that he has a Darwinian advantage over every other player on the court. If the Nets ever get back to that Williams-Lopez one-two game, the Bulls could be in trouble. For now, let’s enjoy the win and hope that Detective Gino Felino can score that unmarked and “coax” D Rose to come along peacefully.