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Cavs Stumble Over Lucky Clover, Fall to Celtics
http://www.clevescene.com/scene-and...avs-stumble-over-lucky-clover-fall-to-celtics
Well wasn’t that a fine bit of Vorhersagbar-Scheibewurst! German linguists have been working through the night with members of the Cavaliers PR department to coin a term for when the wildly unexpected happens in a perfectly predictable way. Last night the Cavaliers spanked the Celtics for two quarters like Pee Wee Herman at a Free the Nipple rally.
For fans it felt like deja vu. The only way you even knew the Cavaliers had played the Celtics in Boston after Game Two was trace bits of DNA on the floor. The Cavaliers were nearly as efficient as an autoclave in eliminating the Celtics 130-86 on Friday, a game which their star Isaiah Thomas left in the second quarter with a hip injury. Sleeping Beauty didn’t lay down that quickly.
Thomas was subsequently ruled out for the series, torpedoing the boat with the Celtic’s Slim Chance on it. Given the circumstances, the 17-points oddsmakers were offering to lure bettors to the Celtics side didn’t seem overly generous, even if it was the largest spread in NBA playoff history. Who could blame them!? The Cavs had taken the Celtics apart in the first two games like they were perforated. And in Boston, no less, echoing their impressive April win on the back-end of a back-to-back, with home-court advantage (seemingly) riding on the game.
But history is prologue, they say, and if the first 120 minutes of the series felt like an aggressive cavity search for the Celtics, the last two quarters called to mind Cleveland’s Warriors-like collapse to Atlanta a week after that April win in Boston. That’s when the Cavaliers became only the third team to blow a 26-point fourth quarter lead, losing in overtime to put a hollow-point bullet in their pursuit of homecourt advantage throughout the Eastern Conference playoffs.
Then it happened again last night at the Q, a slow motion wreck unfolding from a mile away to appreciate in stunned and befuddled silence until finally it tumbles to a stop at your feet. Not since M Night Shamalyn’s Sharknado Voorhees: Freaky Friday the 13th, have so many facepalmed so violent and earnestly. The killer instinct they’d shown in pushing the lead to fifty on the Celtics 48 hours earlier was chilling at the Leaking Lizard expending its micro-effort on a microbrew.
Cavs Stumble Over Lucky Clover, Fall to Celtics
http://www.clevescene.com/scene-and...avs-stumble-over-lucky-clover-fall-to-celtics
Well wasn’t that a fine bit of Vorhersagbar-Scheibewurst! German linguists have been working through the night with members of the Cavaliers PR department to coin a term for when the wildly unexpected happens in a perfectly predictable way. Last night the Cavaliers spanked the Celtics for two quarters like Pee Wee Herman at a Free the Nipple rally.
For fans it felt like deja vu. The only way you even knew the Cavaliers had played the Celtics in Boston after Game Two was trace bits of DNA on the floor. The Cavaliers were nearly as efficient as an autoclave in eliminating the Celtics 130-86 on Friday, a game which their star Isaiah Thomas left in the second quarter with a hip injury. Sleeping Beauty didn’t lay down that quickly.
Thomas was subsequently ruled out for the series, torpedoing the boat with the Celtic’s Slim Chance on it. Given the circumstances, the 17-points oddsmakers were offering to lure bettors to the Celtics side didn’t seem overly generous, even if it was the largest spread in NBA playoff history. Who could blame them!? The Cavs had taken the Celtics apart in the first two games like they were perforated. And in Boston, no less, echoing their impressive April win on the back-end of a back-to-back, with home-court advantage (seemingly) riding on the game.
But history is prologue, they say, and if the first 120 minutes of the series felt like an aggressive cavity search for the Celtics, the last two quarters called to mind Cleveland’s Warriors-like collapse to Atlanta a week after that April win in Boston. That’s when the Cavaliers became only the third team to blow a 26-point fourth quarter lead, losing in overtime to put a hollow-point bullet in their pursuit of homecourt advantage throughout the Eastern Conference playoffs.
Then it happened again last night at the Q, a slow motion wreck unfolding from a mile away to appreciate in stunned and befuddled silence until finally it tumbles to a stop at your feet. Not since M Night Shamalyn’s Sharknado Voorhees: Freaky Friday the 13th, have so many facepalmed so violent and earnestly. The killer instinct they’d shown in pushing the lead to fifty on the Celtics 48 hours earlier was chilling at the Leaking Lizard expending its micro-effort on a microbrew.