I am a big fan of Miami Heat Basketball, and have been for years. The thing, though, is that my status of soju-ourn as a resident of Korea makes it hard -- because of the time difference -- to watch most games, and near impossible when, like today, one is scheduled for Sunday at 1 PM EST, 3 AM here in ROK-and-roll high school. But it's against the Boston Celtics, a team the Heat currently lead in the standings yet have lost twice to this regular season. Chances are, they'll meet in the playoffs this spring; and if the Heat can't muster a win today, their postseason outlook doesn't appear good.
So here I am, dazed after going to bed very early and waking up at two in the morning. The game starts in just under an hour, and because I'm a masochist, I'm writing my thoughts here on this hallowed blog. Pray for me.
- Time for coffee. My wife, currently suffering from insomnia, stirs upstairs. I'm sure she thinks I'm a madman. She wouldn't be incorrect.
- Well-being coffee, you say? Had me at "well," packet of instant-caffeine crystals.
- It's a good thing I don't have to work today, otherwise...wait. Shit. I do have to work today. On my awesome smile.
- Just burned my tongue. I don't like what this portends.
- I am genuinely nervous about the outcome of this game. When the Heat played the Lakers on Christmas Day, I felt likewise, although Miami managed to embarrass the Lakers on their home court. Now? Not sure I'm confident they can recreate that magic. The Big Green Bully is a menace unlike anything in professional sports. It inspires fear.
- This post is brought to you by Parliament cigarettes.
- Game on. This coffee tastes like battery acid.
- There's a drunk guy yelling to himself outside, and that alone has vindicated my decision(!) to wake up early. Kudos, crazy drunk man. That's Greek for "cheers."
- I love the smell of Mike Breen in the morning.
- I have a feeling Kevin Garnett is about to go off the deep end, sort of like D-Fens in Falling Down. Easy, ref, it's only a squirt gun. He just wanted to get home for his daughter's birthday.
- Annnnd, the Internet has just cut out. What cruel fate, this.
- Back again. Mark Jackson says you have to stay attached to Ray Allen's body. Ray Allen's appendages agree.
- The audio on this stream is a few seconds ahead of the video. Good when the Heat make a basket or collect a rebound, bad whenever the Garden crowd cheers.
- We are all witness...to LeBron being screwed out of third consecutive MVP.
- Milk carton: Carlos Arroyo.
- After one quarter, it's 20-15 for Miami. Yet I can't shake this lurking fear that a tranquilized giant is about to rise.
- Mike Breen sums up Kendrick Perkins beautifully in a word: ornery.
- This is getting painful to watch. Mercifully, it's 43-39 Miami heading into Zebrahead.
- Happy Valentine's Day to all the beautiful women in my life. Thank you for putting up with my antics throughout the years. You are loved.
- Continuing the love-in, my affection for Jeff Van Gundy knows no bounds.
- Rajon Rondo shoots free throws like old people fuck.
- 51-44 Celtics, Miami takes a TO. I have a bad feeling about this.
- "I remember how to kill you" is simultaneously one of the worst and most awesome movie quotes ever.
- It's getting chippy in Boston!
- After a D-Wade flagrant foul, Miami is down by 11.
- Make that 13. An ad for Big Mama's House 3 is the capper on this shit sandwich. Now I remember why I'm a misanthropist.
- Still down 13 heading into the fourth quarter. The refs are screwing over the Heat something fierce.
- Okay, no more coffee. I feel like I have lockjaw.
- Welcome back, Dwyane Wade.
- Four-point game. Here we go...
- 18.2 seconds remaining, Heat down 2 points. About to have a heart attack.
- Gotta make the three to tie, gotta make the three to tie, gotta...
- Didn't make the three. Mike Miller will haunt my dreams.
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