Well.. my Spurs are out of the running for the 2010 NBA Championship after being swept by Phoenix in 4 games. I had a bet running with Neil (my roomie from orientation) and will now be wearing a Randy Moss, sleeping bag sized Patriots jersey the next time I go out with him. Had he lost (and this was a bet of who could survive the longest between the Spurs and Celtics) he woulda been forced to don a tight, sleeveless Spurs shirt for the night. It is probably good this bet ended now because every round the stakes were going to go up.
At least we didn't lose to the Mavs.
People who know me can tell you that I take sports.. rather seriously. This one isn't quite as bitter of a pill to swallow since I have been abroad all year. It has been an interesting displacement in regards to sports. I stay tuned in pretty well by maintaining healthy doses of PTI and ESPN.com -- maybe an hour a day or a little more when there are a few different sports running concurrently. Concurrently, ergo, vis-a-vis... If you didn't understand that last part don't sweat it. Anyway, being abroad has made me feel as if a fraction of me is paralyzed emotionally from both the ups and downs of my respective sports teams back home.
Also, I always have had a soft spot for the Suns in theory. Basically, they are a hard team to truly dislike, and I always tell myself that they wouldn't be a bad team to pull for if the Spurs were out. What always follows, however, is that we play them and theory goes out the window as I realize that they really annoy me. Not having been able to watch the game through any other means than Gamecast has kept that annoyance from surfacing so this one doesn't sting quite as bad as the others.
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