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“It’s about damn time”

by: Michael Shields

As the NBA season comes to a close we take a look back at the Finals, examining what could have been….and then giving respect where respect is due at what really was.

What could have been….

He made it look too easy.  That is the only explanation, the only excuse, I can come up with why I wouldn’t pass the torch earlier to Kevin Durant.  That, coupled with Bron annually snatching up the MVP trophy in decisive fashion, paired with no Finals appearances, no titles, and my personal knack for patience and avoiding hyperbole before I proclaim anything the greatest.  He is just so silky smooth.  Everything he does, whether getting to the rim or pulling up for a 35 footer, all looks so effortless. The calmness in which he controls the game had me fooled, but with a thunderous (pun intended) Game 1 dunk in the NBA Finals, that sent shivers through the entire league as it may be awhile before anyone else gets to wear jewelry, Kevin Durant proclaimed what I should have known for some time.  That he has arrived.  That there is no one better at the game of basketball.

Kevin Durant is a basketball player 70 years in the making.  The perfect example of evolution in a game defined by it.  A hybrid of sorts: Part Russell; Part West; Part Gervin; Part Magic; Part Bird; Part Bird; Part Dirk, with all their capabilities and a frame created if you did indeed use the DNA of each of the aforementioned superstars to create one perfect basketball being.

With the NBA Finals, the stage, Kevin Durant, the performer, was given the opportunity to show the entire world who he is, what all the hard work and the gifts attributed to him have allowed him to become.  Game 1 was a coming out party if there ever was one, if that is even fair to say about a 3 time scoring champ with multiple big games and clutch shots under his belt.  He made noise early (the dunk heard round the league) and was superb throughout the fourth quarter where legends are made, or, in some cases, fools anointed.  He had 17 of his 36 in the waning quarter, doing it every which way but loose.  He, along with his running mate Russel Westbrook, outscored the Heat 41-40 in the second half by themselves.  What was amazing was the subtlety, the calm before the fourth quarter explosion.  It appears the Durant has the capacity to appear to casually dissolve from a game while never releasing his grip on it, scoring when the opportunity presents itself, from time to time, and then taking over when the time is right.  It’s uncanny.

If titles were given on how you start a series OKC would be have their hands full cleaning up a parade this weekend, but that is why we play them out.  What could have been was not to be.  Alas, it was not his time.

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The Greatest Series That Never Was

by: Michael Shields

Of course it wasn’t. Hopefully it isn’t even the best series of the 2012 playoffs. But hyperbole sells papers. It inflates neilsen ratings. It gets you off your ass, and into the stores. It excites you. But it truly could have been spoken of in the same league as some of the greatest (2nd round match-ups) of all time. It could of, until the King and his boy took it upon themselves to ruin all the fun.

I am still in awe of how wildly captivating I found The Heat – Pacers series to be. It had the type of drama that you do not expect from a match-up such as this, one featuring a marquee team matched against one that can easily be described as nondescript. The type of drama usually reserved for the New York Knicks regular season. Reggie Miller-less Pacer teams are supposed to be boring, awful even. So how did they provide this much action, this much drama? How did the Pacers find a way to almost shock the world? Well, Lebron’s contemporary brand of villainy plays an integral roll in this one (more on that later), but there is much more to it.

If the Chesapeake Energy Arena can be viewed now as the Rose Garden of the late 80s and early 90s (the similarities, to me, are daunting – replace the red with blue and go from there) then Market Square is (for a moment) a Maloof-less Arco of the early 00’s where the under-matched Kings (way more talented than the Pacers I am well aware) were trying to take out the mighty Lakers with their indomitable one-two punch of Kobe and Shaq. So much hope in the air you can almost taste it. Moments upon moments where you can see the look in the eyes of the players and the fans that scream…..hey, we can actually do this. We can play with these guys! This was the case with this series.

David vs Goliath stories always entertain. Every-time. But this series was more than just that. A series whose greatness demands that we delve into each game and examine it as its own entity and see how it contributes to the spectacular whole. And no better place to start than game 1.

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