BG’s Fan Fiction: Rihanna Goes to a Dodger Game

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Rihanna was pacing around her Beverly Hills mansion one Thursday afternoon when she decided she was bored.  She was tired of riding on her pet unicorn and she couldn’t find her diamond encrusted, solid gold iPhone to call up her friends so instead she paced around her room and tried on different leopard and zebra printed outfits.  She looked stunning in all of them and couldn’t decide which one she should wear downstairs to see what was in the refrigerator so she opted to just stay in her room and update her facebook profile.  Facebook was sort of her guilty pleasure and she gave a quick glance through her friends file and laughed at Eve’s pictures she had posted from her night out with the girls at Novu last night.  Eve was so funny!

Next she clicked on Ashleigh Simpson’s profile and Ashleigh had posted new pictures of her baby.  Gross!  Rihanna didn’t like babies at all and she defriended Ashleigh.  ”Boo yah, how you like me now!”  She yelled at her macbook.  She looked at her status page and updated it to FEELING FIESTY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!1 ;) and looked over at her Relationship Status (In a Relationship, it read) and heaved a lusty sigh.  As if on cue she got an IM from her boyfriend, Matt Kemp.  Their exchange went like this:
Matt Kemp27: Whrere you at????  Been tweetin you all day!!
UmbrellaGirl: Just chillin around da house.  Can’t find phone, LOL :)
MattKemp27: Whut??  The gold one I bought you?
UmbrellaGirl: Yup.  Ca’nt find it!!1 :)
MattKemp27: I wish you wouldn’t put the smiley face after something that is not funny
UmbrellaGirl: Whateva!
MattKemp27: Well, gotta go, have 2 get 2 stadium for the game tonight.
UmbrellaGirl: TTYL!
“Phew!”  Rihanna thought to herself, “That was fun.  I should surprise Matty at the game tonight.”  With that she threw herself into action, which involved first taking a nap, followed by her second bath of the day.  Once she was properly toweled off she tried on fourteen different outfits before settling on an ostrich skin skirt which extended just past her vagina.  Sure, it was a little longer than she would have liked but it was a night game and it would probably be cold so it was perfect!  She went downstairs and summoned her PA to arrange for a car to take her to Chavez Ravine.  Rihanna never drove anywhere because sometimes when she was out she liked to get wasted and she didn’t want to end up like her close friend LiLo and have to wear the alcohol anklet thing, unless they had some that came in animal print, then she would consider it.
The car arrived later than expected and took her into the stadium in the middle of the second inning.  She made her way down towards the box seats and waived at Larry King as she walked past.  ”Hi Larry!”  She shouted.  She continued on through the crowd and gave the stink-eye to Jon Lovitz and hissed, “Deadbeat!” Rihanna had to kick some kids out of her seats who had moved down into her section; “Shoo!  Shoo!”  She said, flicking them away while she stuffed a mustard covered pretzel into her mouth.  Matt Kemp stepped out of the dugout and walked to the ondeck circle.  ”Go Matty!”  Rihanna screamed at the top of her lungs, spraying the couple in front of her with bits of pretzel.  Matt Kemp looked over his shoulder and gave a sheepish grin of surprise.  The last game she had been to was at the end of last year and had been a bit of a disaster.  She had thrown a fit when she wasn’t allowed to sing the National Anthem and another fit when she was denied Take Me Out to the Ball Game and it wasn’t until Jonathan Silverman gave her a stern talking to near the All You Can Eat Right Field Pavilion that she calmed down.
Rihanna sure was thirsty after demolishing the pretzel so she decided to get up and get a Mountain Dew Code Red before Matty’s at-bat but while she was waiting in line (why were the lines always so slow???) she heard the PA Announcer drone, “Now batting for the Dodgers, centerfielder, number 27, Matt Kemp!”  Rihanna was torn.  One one hand, she wanted to watch her BF hit, but on the other:Code Red.  After five seconds of internal debate she went with the only option that made sense, and waited several more minutes for the Code Red.  Returning to her seat she spied Matty standing on first base and turned to the hated Jon Lovitz to ask how her man had reached.  ”What do I look like, an internet?  Do I look like an internet to you?  Do I?”  Lovitz went back to eating his Itz-Itz.  Rihanna hated Lovitz now even more than she did before but she still needed to know how Kemp had reached so she shouted over to him, “Matty!  Matty how did you get on base!  I was getting a Code Red and I missed it, how did you reach??”  If Kemp heard her cries he gave no indication as he danced off of first base, reading each subtle move of the pitcher.  Rihanna didn’t like the feeling of being ignored and she needed a plan to get his attention.  Rihanna was known for many things and having incredibly thought out and well orchestrated plans was definitely one of them.  Finally, on a 2-1 count, he broke towards second base, head down, arms pumping.  ”Matty!”  Rihanna screamed again as Kemp was midway between the bags.  ”Matty I’m pregnant!”  She knew that would get his attention.  This time she was sure he heard her as he broke stride and slowed a touch before starting his headfirst slide directly into the awaiting tag.  ”Out!”  Screamed the umpire, “Boo!” yelled the crowd.
Rihanna stood and smiled brightly at Kemp as he slowly trotted back to the dugout, a look of horror on his face.  ”JK!”  Rihanna yelled.  ”JK, Matty!  I just wanted to know, how did you get on base?  Did you get a hit?”
Kemp ignored her and walked down the steps, out of view.  Rihanna sat back down and glumly returned her attention to her frozen lemonade (her second of the day).  ”Hey Kemp, you suck!”  Someone behind her shouted.  Rihanna wanted to stand up for her man but she didn’t know what to think.  Did he suck?  He had just been thrown out, maybe he did suck?  Who knew.  Certainly not her.  Ned Colletti thought he sucked, maybe he did.  She decided to get another Code Red and head to the exits.  Lovitz tried to intentionally spill his beer on her on the way out but she deftly avoided his sloshing cup and proceeded back up the aisle.  ”Hey Rihanna, you suck!”  Someone else yelled.  ”Boo!”  Said another.  Rihanna hated Dodger Stadium.  It was the worst.  She was never coming here again, she told herself.  She ordered her driver to take her to wherever Eve was and they headed south onto the 5, merging seamlessly into the traffic.
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NBA Finals Game 7 Live Video Blog: Los Angeles Lakers vs. Boston Celtics

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The 4 Hs make a difference in sports (and I’m not talking HGH for once)

Boston Celtics 4 H Logo

Boston might consider a new logo for Game 7.

If you’re an avid follower of the Bias, or have had the unfortunate luck of knowing me for an extended period of time, you’ve no doubt heard me rant and rave about everything from HGH to the horrendous officiating in the NBA.

But if there’s one thing I bang on more than LeBron James and Joe Crawford, it’s ESPN and the bandwagon media, and how quick they are to judge and dismiss teams after one game, one quarter, even one play at times.

But when it comes down to it, momentum, and what happened yesterday, and this “what-you’ve-done-for-me-lately” take on sports is garbage more often than not.

Momentum is weak-sauce media speak when it comes to championship series, because much of the media has never played the game, isn’t clever enough to come up with something of substance, and has grown numb to the one-game-at-a-time cliché pitched by the players and coaches. But when it comes to sport being played at a championship level, particularly a shooting-percentage game like basketball, momentum only matters within that one particular game – basketball is a game of runs as they say.

But when we’re talking about a seven-game series, that’s being played every two, three, even four days, on opposite sides of the country, between two of the most storied franchises in NBA history, you might as well throw momentum out the door.

Think about it. Has momentum ever carried over from that Monday blacktop game to your Wednesday pick-up battle, with the same crew of players on the court? Has momentum ever played a part the following week in that Monday night co-ed softball league of yours? Probably not. Either you’re good, or you’re not. Either you’re on that night, or you’re off. That’s it.

And when you’re talking about a game being played between what could be four or five hall of famers, momentum is even less important. If I were wrong, the Cleveland Cavs would be holding a parade right now. But they’re not.

It’s why no team had won back to back games in this series prior to the Celtics’ Game 5 victory in Boston.

So what does matter you ask?

What matters, for lack of a better analogy, are the four Hs: and I’m not talking that 4H, our A-town and Indiana hick readers.

  • Hall of fame experience/leadership
  • Heads-up plays
  • Health
  • Home-court advantage.

I’ve been preaching it from the beginning of the playoffs, and that’s why the Lakers should wrap up their second straight NBA title on Thursday.

And it’s also why they won big, and I mean really big, on Tuesday.

Consider:

Hall of fame leadership/experience: Kobe Bryant learned from Game 5′s me-against-the-world approach and got his teammates involved early on. By the end of the first quarter, the Lakers were balanced in the scoring column and had a double-digit lead. And the team that wins the first quarter has won all six games of the series (which shows just how unimportant momentum is considering that team was coming off a loss in five of the six games).: Bryant and Derek Fisher have been in the NBA for 14 seasons. They’ve each been to the NBA Finals seven times. That is leadership even the Celtics’ Big Three has trouble competing against.

Heads-up plays: These are the game-changing plays, Jordan Farmar diving for loose balls, going around and then over KG to put home two big buckets, Kobe giving up an open layup to a soaring Shannon Brown to get the crowd into it, encouraging Ron-Ron to keep shooting and get out of his funk.: The stats speak for themselves: The Lakers had 13 steals to only eight by Boston, had a 52-39 edge in rebounds, and an 8-4 edge in blocked shots. Ballgame.

Health: When Kendrick Perkins went down, I think the Boston Celtics season went down as well. While I’m contradicting myself a bit here by even hinting at what’s going to happen in Game 7, the injury to Boston’s blue-collar center puts a serious dent in the C’s frontcourt attack. While Perkins hasn’t done much at the offensive end, his absence at the defensive end allowed Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom to get free that much more on Tuesday night, and Gasol and Odom are the key to the series in my eyes. In Game 6, they combined for 25 points, 23 rebounds, 10 assists and 5 blocks, a pretty good all-around night considering how balanced the scoring was and that L.A. finished with only 89 points.

Home-court advantage: Unlike in 2008, the Lakers have home court in these playoffs. And unlike in 2008, the fans are actually giving L.A. an advantage. Since moving to Staples, I’ve argued time and time again that Los Angeles doesn’t have a home-court advantage other than the familiarity of playing there because their fan base could care less about the game itself. I’ve been to Staples: for a Clippers game. Beers are 2 for $20. At a Clippers game! Guys like you and me can’t afford to be there when the Lakers are in town. So you get fans like, I don’t know, look at Tuesday’s lineup: Christina Aguilera, Puffy, Andy Garcia, Spike Lee, Dane Cook, Diane Lane, Josh Brolin. In other words, not Lakers fans. You have Jack, and then you don’t have Jack.

But over the past three home games, I actually witnessed a standing ovation. And tonight, the crowd was as vocal a crowd as I’ve seen (heard, whatever) at Staples. And that happened before the Lakers started running away with it, so it wasn’t a fair-weather thing for once.: For all those times I’ve heard people say Pau Gasol was soft, I wanted to say L.A. is soft. Gasol was no softer than L.A.’s home crowds in years past. But now both of them are scrapping, showing emotion and producing in the clutch. In fact, Gasol has been the best frontcourt player in these playoffs. And L.A., next to Oklahoma City, has had the best home-court advantage. 10-1. Hard to argue with that.: Heck, I even saw L.A. fans sporting “Boston Sucks” shirts in L.A. this weekend, and they weren’t WCBias’ shirts. I also saw a one-year-old girl and a puppy wearing Kobe jerseys. It’s clear times have changed in L.A., and if Laker Fan has anything to say there won’t be any repeats of 2008. Not in their house.

We find out Thursday, when the Lakers shoot for 11-1, back-to-back titles, and a chance to save Ryantific from having to stomach the World Cup, not to mention a case of Budweiser Select 55, if the Celtics win.

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The 7 most obvious Game 7 storylines

With a game 7 of the 2010 NBA finals scheduled Thursday night between the Lakers and the Celtics here is a list of the most obvious storylines…

1. This will be the 17th Finals Game 7 in the NBA history. You can’t ask for more NBA excitement.

2. Lakers versus Celtics. ‘Nuf said!

3. Kobe’s chance to get another ring putting him within of Michael Jordan’s 6 rings. Also tying Magic’s number of rings. Is he the greatest Laker?

4 With a boston win, the Celtic Big 3 could cement their Boston Legendary Lore

5. Can the Lakers get revenge from the 2008 finals?

6. Can Phil Jackson get his 11th ring?

7. Can Fisher also get his 5th rings…. solidifying his Hall of Fame Status?

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49ers to San Francisco: Nice Knowin’ Ya!

Hold on — wait a sec. Did someone say there was an election? Cause, like, it’s so windy here, I assumed it was still March. And suddenly, I start seeing people with those “I Voted” stickers on their chests.

Braggers.

Here in California, there were no real surprises. A couple of women with heavy pockets bought their way to primary victory for the Republicans (Republicans with money? Really?). And hometown homie Abel Maldonado won his bid for Lt. Governor, which is really a bid for future governor because nobody really cares about the Lt. Governor. But the real important election dealt not with silly old politics but good ole fashioned football, as the city of Santa Clara voted to accept the 49ers into their hearts. Which, of course, means that San Francisco will technically lose its team, though the Niners will only be a BART ride away.

Still, that kind of sucks. It was bad enough that the Warriors decided to go by the name Golden State, which, frankly, still confuses me. Now we have another Bay Area team that doesn’t know where it is. Because, like the New York (Jersey) Jets and New York (Jersey) Giants and Los Angeles (Anaheim) Angels, the 49ers will still be San Francisco in name even if the city is an hour drive from its future home.

The reason for this, I guess, is because no one likes Candlestick Park. I’ve never been there, but it has always looked prety crappy on TV. And its blustery days are legendary. But when the Giants baseball team moved from Candlestick, they didn’t retreat to the ‘burbs — they built a great park right on the bay. So why couldn’t the 49ers do the same?

Heck, just have one of those billionaire poltical candidates front the money. They’re good for it. And it might just get them a few votes from that bastion of liberalism. If nothing else, they can name the stadium after themselves for PR purposes. I can hear the announcers now: “Welcome to The Lady Who Nearly Took Down Hewlett-Packard Park.”

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Let’s Go to Blythe Town on the Weekend

Ramming Speed

My deepest and most sincere apologies to Bloc Party for bastardizing their lyrics for the sake of a ridiculously horrible blog post title.  I’ll show myself to the door.

Last week JC and I figured it would be a good idea to drive to Blythe to visit G Snide because any time you can make a trip to a 115 degree desert you have to lock that up.  I left SB around 7pm, met JC in Glendora about two hours after that and around midnight we pulled into Paradise, aka Blythe, CA.

There is not very much to do in Blythe because most of the year the temperature is seven billion degrees but luckily for us a 5 hour Deliverance style float down the river on inflatable rafts accompanied by a cooler of beer was most definitely in play.  I took these pics with my snorkel camera, which survived the trip pretty well, certainly better than Greg’s sunglasses, my sunglasses, a full bottle of Dos Equis and JC’s iPhone.  So while the total trip is basically free the mighty Colorado did claim $250 worth of our goods but that probably says more about the three of us than it does the actual river itself.  The river is basically a class zero rapids—a steady 5 mph current with nothing much else to speak of in the way of turbulence, unless you count the yokels who are always good for a JetSki drive-by splashing.  However, don’t let the lazy river fool you, rafting is a lot of work.  The river is a couple hundred yards wide and you easily ping-pong back and forth a few times so whenever you want to go somewhere else it’s a paddle sesh.  Luckily I am essentially the world’s strongest man so it’s no big thing but if you’re not in shape you will have some serious arm burn by the end of the day.

Rafting might seem like a fairly straightforward endeavor (blow up raft, jump in raft, float) but there’s a little bit of strategy that goes into it–first The Man, The Mythof all you have to make sure there are no major sporting events going on that day that might interfere with being away from a keyboard or a TV for hours.  Secondly, you need two cars, one that you leave at the bottom of the run and then another at the top where you launch.  You may be tempted at some point to leave the keys to car #1 inside car #2.  It’s best to resist this urge.  You’ll also want a waterproof case to keep your keys dry because wet car keys don’t work.  Ideally this waterproof case will also be large enough to hold JC’s iPhone but if it’s not you’re better off jamming the phone up your ass because (as we learned) stuffing it inside a sunglasses case that is placed inside the cooler of beer doesn’t work very well.  Good thought though, JC.  Well planned.  Other than that it’s pretty much just steady as she goes for somewhere between 2 and 10 miles, we really had no clue how far we went, rivers are weird man.

Make a run for the border

Any good river float should be ended with a trip to Quartzsite, Arizona for a meal at Grubstake (ignore the review from William H from El Segundo, he is obviously a jackass).  Grubstake is unreal and this was my second tripacross the border strictly for the amazing fish and chips (yah, in Arizona, I know I know) and freaking blue light special deals.  When we walked in the owner/chef and sometimes waiter told us as long as we all ordered the same thing he would give us a free pound of you-peel shrimp.  Yes, please.  The owner guy is from Scotland or England or something and he is sort of badass.

And that’s how you do it, ladies and gents.  Was able to catch the Laker game on the radio (they lost) and got updates from G Snide on the Dodger game (they won, extras) on the way back Sunday afternoon while we all had visions of Stephen Strasberg and the baseball draft dancing in our heads.  It was a long drive.  It was hot.  We had no iPhone.  Did I mention it was hot?  It was.

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A River Runs Through It

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I Love Derek Fisher

Thank you to Slim the Editor for the reminder that as a WC Bias contributor and the sole Laker fan on the site that I need to drop my two cents on tonights big Laker win. So here are a few thoughts about LA’s big win.

1. Kobe may be battling Magic and West for rights to the greatest Laker title, but Derek Fisher is Los Angeles greatest unsung hero. Robert Horry held that title for a time but Fish’s strength of character, tenacity, clutch performance and humbleness makes him as great a winner as any Laker ever.

2. I am so tired of KGs chest pounding and relentless bullying off the ball.

3. I am so tired with people saying KG is too old. Come on, this one time MVP is too proud to be rolling in his grave yet.

4. I love Kobe’s defense on Rondo. Similar to his defense on Russel Westbrook in round 1 versus the Thunder, he knows both players lack any midrange game, so Kobe has giving them plenty of space to shoot and protected the drive. Rondo wouldn’t even look at the rim when he was open 20 feet out.

5. Ray Allen sets an NBA finals three ball record in Game 2 by hitting 8 threes. In game three he is one miss shy of missing another record, the most taken shots without a made basket. Oh he got game!

6. With less than a minute left Phil actually does some coaching and gets off the bench, calls a time out which allows the refs to review an out of bounds play that they had missed, giving the Lakers the ball in critical crunch time. Unfortunately the next play down Doc did the same and the Refs corrected a bad call when the ball went out of bounds off Lamar.

7. Speaking of Replays review, David Stern needs to figure out what to do when the play unveils things not seen by the refs. In the third replay in the final two minutes, the referees review the play where the ball went out on Lamar only  BECAUSE Rondo FOULED Lamar. But because the Refs can’t change the call they had to give the ball back to the Cs.

8. Hey Paul Pierce, I guess you have to go back to LA. Maybe Ice Cube can cut that sound byte of you claiming that the “Celtics aren’t going back to LA” into his next Laker Anthem.

9. I love Derek Fisher. Even the Editor said the other night that Fisher might be his favorite Laker. The show of emotion in his end game interview is a perfect example of how much this guy gives to win for the game, his sport, his team, and his fans.

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Somebody get a hand in Ray-Ray’s face, or Swank, Stallone, Artest gonna knock you out

Ray Allen and Jesus Shuttlesworth and the Boston Celtics.

Somebody get up in Jesus' face.

Initial thoughts from tonight’s 103-94 victory by the Boston Celtics over the Los Angeles Lakers in Game 2 of the NBA Finals:

  • Who was the best fighter in the gym tonight? A. Hillary Swank. B. Sylvester Stallone. C. Ron Artest.
  • Who’s guarding Ray Allen?
  • Lakers are up 2-0 if someone gets a hand in his face. On second thought, you could have put Michael Jordan on Allen and it probably still wouldn’t have mattered.
  • Props to the Lakers fans for actually cheering tonight. Remember those moments in Games 6 and 7 Laker fan.
  • If Allen goes off like this again, it’s time to put Artest on Ray-Ray and put Jesus Shuttlesworth on the ground. That was ridiculous.
  • If I have to watch another Sienna mini-van commercial, I’m going to puke.
  • At least we didn’t have to watch Joe Crawford give the gavee away.
  • But, really, those two “fouls” on Kobe Bryant, were those really playoff, check that, Finals fouls? That inadvertent head bump of Allen? Then Kobe gets hacked, Rondo comes away with the steal, flops out of bounds, and it’s a foul Bryant? In LA? Really?
  • Kobe looked like Reggie Miller there at the end of the first half. Unfortunately Ray Allen looked like Jordan for two halves.
  • Andrew Bynum outplayed KG, Big Baby and Perkins combined. If you would have said Bynum was going to score 21 points (as many a Kobe tonight) in the series I would have been surprised. Only bright spot for the Lakers tonight.
  • Nate Robinson = Skee lo. What if he was a couple inches taller.
  • Finals bet: Lakers win, Slim (not a big fan of raw fish) buys a sushi boat for Ryantific and I. Celtics win, Ryantific buys a case of Budweiser Select (blah), and we dust it during a World Cup game – from the back of my Sienna mini-van. Yeah, soccer. I went there.
  • Kobe’s jackknife, pump-fake shot is pretty sick. That’s a true signature move that the haters can’t give credit to MJ and the Hall of Famers before him.
  • Those ABC Wipeout commercials also got tired. And when Carmelo Anthony was in the promo saying “players need to sacrifice their bodies,” I got a good laugh.
  • Also, if I see another Mr. Spy vs. Mrs. Spy movie (Knight vs. Day or Mr. Mrs. Smith or whatever it was called), I’m going to puke: in my mini van.
  • Should Doc Rivers have benched K.G. down the stretch? Who would have thought that would have ever been a legitimate question.
  • Lakers need some R&R (Ray Allen and & Rajon Rondo). Unfortunately the series picks up in Boston on Tuesday.
  • And why is the NBA Finals 2-3-2, when the rest of the playoffs is not? Seems kind of strange to me. Seems like it gives the visitors a edge, especially in a balanced series like this when the visitors are likely to steal one of two on the road.
  • Where’s Tim Donaghy when you need him? Get that dude on the floor in crunch time.
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Lakers get physical, defensive, best of Celtics in Game 1 (despite Joe Crawford being on the floor)

Pau Gasol and Los Angeles Lakers beat the Boston Celtics in Game 1 of the NBA Finals.

Pau Gasol was looking like a Sleestack again tonight, and that's a good thing for Laker nation. (Getty Images)

Initial thoughts from the Los Angeles Lakers’ 102-89 victory over the Boston Celtics in Game 1 of the NBA Finals on Thursday:

  • The only bad news out of L.A. tonight: UCLA’s John Wooden, 99, in “grave” condition.
  • This is exactly why the Lakers brought in Ron Artest. Getting physical with 2008 NBA Finals MVP Paul Pierce from the opening tip. Pierce had 24 points, but 11 of those came in the fourth when the game was out of hand. Ron-Ron also hit 3 of 5 treys for 15 points as a bonus. R.Artest = Rodman (during the Bulls years).
  • Home court will prove to be the difference in this one, even if it doesn’t go seven games. Getting this first win sets the tone for the series and lets them know they can be a physical, defensive team too.
  • Surprised anyone got to 100 points tonight in this defensive, physical struggle –28 fouls and 27 free throws in the first half.
  • Good to see Kevin Garnett looking like K.G. again. But at times, it looked like K.G. was playing by himself out there.
  • All of the hype about Kobe Bryant guarding Rajan Rondo? Yeah, seemed like he was guarding Ray Allen a lot tonight. Not sure what the “experts” were talking about.
  • I’m not sure Rondo can slice and dice the Lakers, especially in the post with Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom helping out, like he did the Cavs and Magic.
  • And why didn’t the media make a bigger deal about who’s going to guard Kobe? He is the best player in the league right now (another 30-point game tonight). And the Allens don’t have the length to guard him. The Celtics better get Pierce or someone bigger on Kobe, or he’s going to go nuts every game. And if you double him, Gasol is going to go even nuttier.
  • Get Scalabrine some PT.
  • Bynum gave the Lakers 28 minutes tonight. He also had 10 points and six boards, not bad for a guy who was reportedly done.
  • Officials for this one? Joe Crawford , Derrick Stafford , Joe Derosa. Really? Yo David Stern, why not invite Jim Joyce out here while you’re at it?
  • In an non-NBA Finals note, WCBias.com is up to #575,682 in the rankings. Up from a mill a few months ago. Creepin’ on ah come up yo!
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Get Your WCBias NBA Finals Shirts

 Boston Celtics Suck T-Shirt, Go Los Angeles Lakers, NBA Finals 2010.

The NBA Finals tip off tonight between the Los Angeles Lakers and Boston Celtics, and to commemorate the game our boy Ryantific cranked out a couple Official WCBias NBA Finals Shirts.

They’re only $13.99, so get them while they’re hot … and support the free content on WCBias!

And for our East Coast fans, we have a couple shirts too, so hold off on the comments and letters to the Ed.:

Rajon Rondo Shirt. Replacing the Big 3. Lakers suck, beat LA shirt, go Boston Celtics.

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