Cleveland
at Washington, Game 6 
Let’s start by trying to understand the ridiculousness that
comes from a player giving a two-handed shove to another player who is soaring
prone in mid-air, another player grabbing a guard in mid-air by the neck and
throwing him to the ground, and neither misdeed resulting in a suspension.
And, yet, this
does. Drink in that disconnect. Then run for the ipecac.
I don’t care if the suspension is some end-all result of
supposed "escalation," because if DeShawn Stevenson or Brendan Haywood made the
same move and saw the wrath of Stu Jackson, I’d still be arguing on their
behalf. Not suspending Haywood or
Jason Kidd is more egregious than actually suspending Darius Songaila for this
nonsense, but it doesn’t make the Songaila punishment any less moronic.
It’s just too weird. Sometimes I think the NBA is just
trying to mess with my mind. How else would Shaquille O’Neal end up in Phoenix?
Anyway, this series is going seven. Even forgetting the
context of what we’ve seen over the last week, or the fact that the Wizards are
playing at home, a Wizards/Cavaliers first-round with Gilbert Arenas at 50
percent over the first four games and bench-ridden for the final three (we’re
assuming) should be a seven game series.
The only way the Wizards blow this is if they truly think
that a win is inevitable, or LeBron James has one of those incendiary nights
and can’t stop dunking.
It’s all leading up to an ugly Game 7 on a boring ABC
telecast (with the same guitar solo from "Hard Day’s Night" looped six times
over one commercial bumper) this Sunday that will end with a 82-77 final score
or something along those lines. LeBron will shoot 11-27, take 11
three-pointers, and basketball will be set back ten years. To mess with my
mind.
Boston
at Atlanta, Game 6
This is honestly worth paying a lot of attention to, and not
for the idea that an up-and-coming Hawks team could send the Celtics back to Boston for a Game 7. Purportedly,
the Hawks would follow them to Massachusetts
as well.
If Boston’s rotations are sound, the defensive placements
(who guards whom, or who, or what, or Solomon Jones) are spot-on, and the ball
is headed to the right places offensively, then we can feel better about
Boston’s chances in, say, a month or six weeks for now.
If confusion reigns, both on the bench, on press row, and in
this living room, then a disastrous and depressing state of affairs could
follow.
Blowing the minute allotments for Ryan Gomes and Ricky Davis and
Delonte West is one thing - all you’re going to do is tick off some
well-meaning bloggers and/or ESPN.com’s most-read writer - but when fans across
the globe are expecting you to do something special with what could be a legendary
batch of talent … well, let’s figure things out, tout bloody suite, OK, Doc?
Atlanta
has nothing to lose. Except the series. Analysis!
Houston
at Utah, Game 6
If the Rockets pull this one out in Utah,
then we can officially give the go-ahead to that team of cardiologists to head
down to Texas,
and see just how long this team has to live with those massive hearts of
theirs. Hopefully they can make it to next year’s training camp.
It’s the same story with these two teams - the Jazz are
doing nothing wrong in "letting" this go to six games, Houston
plays incredible defense and Utah
(the NBA’s most
efficient offense this year) might even be a little lucky to averaging the
86 points per game that they’ve managed thus far.
(Quick note: Houston
is averaging 87.4 points per game. Uh-oh.)
It might not be the prettiest game to watch, and it might
come down to Rafer Alston and Tracy McGrady having to fling low-percentage
three-pointers at the rim just to cut a deficit down to seven points late with
90 seconds to go ("And now it’s a
THREE-possession game!"), but Houston (and the Jazz, eventually, in the
next round) are worth our time.


