The fight of the century turned out to be the biggest disappointment of the decade. From Jamie Foxx’s bastardization of our national anthem, to the pound for pound boxing boredom at the MGM Grand, it was the biggest waste of men wearing bow ties money could buy.
What happened in Vegas should have stayed in Vegas, literally, because the main event Saturday night was at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, where the Clippers and Spurs were more than ready to rumble. And rumble they did.
Chris Paul gave Tim Duncan a taste of his own bank shot medicine with a hurting hamstring fall away two-point conversion, catapulting his team to Houston, where hopefully, they won’t have a problem.
CP 3, 4, 5 and 6, gave one of the grittiest performances of his career, scoring 18 of his 27 points in the second half, four from behind the arc.
Blake Griffin had a gusty game, as well, with 24 points, 13 rebounds and 10 assists for his second triple-double of the series. And for the 2nd game in a row, no turnovers to give his faint of heart fans, heart failure.
After consecutive rebounding mishaps in the final minutes, it looked like the Clippers were going to give game seven away, but J.J. Reddick and Matt Barnes had a 3-point party of their own.
I’m glad Doc Rivers got the gift that he deserves. A date in the second round dance, with the team that for the past two years, he has made into a contender.
On a day when a hyped up welterweight fight not worth it’s weight and a Kentucky, who could careless, Derby were on the sports menu, I will order an NBA seven game course meal every time.