However well my first fantasy basketball season had been going, it was your second-half breakout in the very last Sunday game at the very end of the first week of the playoffs that brought me back. Larry Hughes (Aka, tatoo'd Judas Iscariot) had done his best to deceive me. For slender reasons Yao missed a game. For no reason at all Tim Duncan missed a game. For my own unreasonable need to feel clever, newly healthy Danny Granger stayed on the bench, missing all of the week's games. All of this after the very symbol of my success, Devin Harris, got injured on the eve of playoffs. So, with the time running down on Sunday night, after all the other results were in, down 3-5, after you'd had a disgraceful start in a fiasco of a team performance, I found your game streaming on the internet in time for the second half and prayed.
Then, Spencer, you seven foot patron saint of post moves, you did it. Slashing past the same Samuel Dalembert I'd dropped you for, you scored with a running hook. I cursed you for making a beautiful touch pass instead of taking the three that'dve won it. Then, after taking a breather at the beginning of the fourth that wore away at my nerves, you hit that one, otherwise insignificant jumper and though your team lost anyway, I was saved.
It's too bad that the "political debates" Stu alludes to at the end of the clip exist because, Spencer Hawes, you are a 20-year-old millionare republican, but (in as much a display of my affection as anything) I'll forgive you that tonight and forever.
