Remembering Game 4 while waiting for Game 5

I cannot explain how delicious this monster-ass bowl of Crow tastes right now. I was wrong, I was wrong, HOLY SHIT WAS I WRONG. And I have never been so happy to own up to the inaccuracies of my oppinions.

After a game 2 loss to the Mavericks I wrote the Brandon Roy was a shell of his former self and that he brings nothing to the table and takes everything off. I referred to any line up that featured him in it as "4 on 5." I said the Natural was done.

Again, I was WRONG!

Game 3 saw a vintage Brandon take over quarter. As the third quarter started Brandon had a flashback and scored most of his bench high 16 points to help propell and secure a 97-92 win. The man who two days before had admitted to almost crying on the bench for how little he was being used did what he needed too: he sucked it up, took his minutes and let his game do the talking.

The city of Portland had a collective and simulationous orgams/heartattack. It was awesome.

I kept thinking that I was watching a dvr'd game from two years ago. Then I'd see Gerald Wallace and know that we were in the present.

Then Game 4, by the grace of God (and one particular Laker fan's bad decision) I won a free ticket to go watch it in an executive suite.

By now you should know what transpired... down 18 (and 23 points at one point in the third) starting the 4rth quarter Brandon Roy started playing at a level that can only be described as "Playing NBA 2k and turning the difficulty down from Legend to Rookie".

No one could stay in front of him. Every shot was falling. Brandon scored 18 of Portlands 35 (and his game high 24 points)in the final period, including the winning bank shot with 39 seconds left.

When that shot went in, it was pure meyham. The crowd shot up in unison and let a rawr that will never be rivaled by another crowd. It was like a bomb went off. His shot was like watching the miricle of birth and Jesus feeding 5000 rolled up into one, multiplied by 5. I lost my voice, I could taste blood from all the screaming and I was dry humping complete strangers.

It was magical.

The game ended with a Jason Terry missed three pointer. The customary red and white streamers came falling from the sky and we gave those Blazers the ovation of their lives. If it were a final scene from a movie, you would think the crowd was trying to upstage the players.

After the players had left the court and all the whitness started to file out to the concorse, I had to sit back in my seat. Mentally, I was tired (I had worked a shift before that). Emotionally, I was all tapped out. I'm confident enough in my masculinity to admit I got choked up. I didn't sob uncontrolably, but my eyes were a little soggy.

And screw you if you think thats wierd. Because that was a once in a life time moment- that as a sports fan, you dream about whitnessing live. And I did. So I'm in the right here.

Which feels good, especially when you take in a count how wrong I was about the other thing.

RIP CITY BABY!

Now I'm sitting here at work, waiting for Game 5 to start. I fully expect no one to listen to my " I'm at work, please don't tell me the score" pleas, so I'm leaving early. I'm toeing the line between confident and nervous.

Knowing the Mavericks playoff woes like I do, I expect Portland to pull out this game and wrap it on Thursday. That being said, I can't shake the feeling of uneasiness. Dirk frightens me, and the refs in abillity to be good when it matters frighten me. So, I guess we'll see.

One more thing about Roy. Who knows what these last two games mean. Does this mean the doctors are wrong? Was this just an exmample of a broken clock being right twice a day? I feel like I'm in high school again, and a girl who typically pays me no attention randomly has sat in my lap and is nibbling on ear. My heart (and penis) hope that only good can come from this. My brain remains confused.

In my last post I wrote "Look, no one wants Brandon to return to form and start destorying people on a nightly baises more then I." And it's true. I would've killed to see him light someone up. I just didn't believe it would ever happen.

Oh boy was I wrong.

(side note: I would also like to thank God that I didn't end up writing my feelings after game 2. It would've been long, negative and 100 percent focused on Brandon Roy and his post game comments)