Yes, I know: Finally. My last NBA post of the season. What a relief, eh?
Well, it’s over. Congratulations to the San Antonio Spurs players, management and fans. Their boys rose to the occasion last night. In a game that was hardly suitable for framing they got the job done. Considering the amount of pressure they were under to “not choke” (a ridiculous assertion given the team’s accomplishments) they really came out and refused to say die. And how about Tim Duncan? For 48 hours we’ve been hearing how he’d have three big quarters and disappear at crunch time. Last night he was average for three quarters and phenomenal at crunch time. As depressed as I am today, I am happy for him.
I have one complaint with last night’s game that I have to get off my chest. It has nothing to do with the Spurs winning. It is in no way intended to say one team or another had an unfair advantage. That would be sheer lunacy. But this series was not a battle of finesse teams. It was a battle of heavyweights. So why? Why on frick’n earth, after letting these two teams just go at each other for six games, did the officials see fit to suddenly go to the letter of the law in whistling nearly every ticky-tack foul their near-sighted vision could lay eyes on?
As more than a few people have taken a sort of sadistic joy in pointing out, ratings for this series weren’t knocking anyone’s socks off. But if the NBA wanted to draw some attention to this series, they got exactly what they desperately needed: game 7. What more can you ask for?
So what do fans get? Not five minutes into the game they get Manu Ginobili, Chauncey Billups and Rasheed Wallace on the bench in foul trouble. I’m sorry, but nobody is tuning in to see this series’ impact players A) on the bench because of fouls or B) playing tentative trying to avoid fouls. The first half saw the lowest point total in a Finals game in the shot clock era. And while poor shooting and defensive intensity were factors, you can thank the officials just as much because when Billups and Ginobili aren’t on the floor both teams are playing without their primary offensive catalysts. Not only that, but you lose the best matchups in the series. Case in point, Rasheed Wallace versus Tim Duncan. This should have been the spotlight matchup of the night. But Sheed had two fouls by mid first quarter, a third in the second quarter and a fourth *one minute* into the third quarter.
And it’s not that fouls called weren’t fouls. They were, especially in Rasheed’s case. And they really were not balanced against one team or another. The Spurs just flat out did a better job of adjusting to a tightly-officiated game so it’s easy to make it sound like it was just Detroit was being victimized. But for six games the officials let these two teams play ball. Why change that for game 7? That’s just stupid and it robbed fans of the sport, not just the teams, of being able to see the kind of game we deserved to get. It was game freak’n 7 for god’s sake. Let them play you f@#$ers! Dammit all to hell.
So with that rant out of the way, I again tip my hat to the Spurs. A worthy adversary and deserving champion. As for the Pistons. They’ve got no reason to hang their heads. They played hard last night, if not well. They’ve gone from the pinnacle of NBA mediocrity to one of the premiere franchises in the league in just four seasons (100% of the credit for that goes to Joe Dumars). And they’re not done. They have five young, quality starters and one of the best sixth men (in McDyess) you’re likely to find. But they must develop guards Carlos Arroyo and Carlos Delfino (left off the playoff roster) and, of course, Darko Milicic who still has time to become a huge impact player in the NBA. Depth is huge in a game like the one last night, where the officiating gets tough, and for the first time in the playoffs I think having only a seven-man playoff rotation really hurt Detroit. That said, they’re a young and still improving team and they’ll be back. And I don’t care what anyone else says, I’d love to see a rematch of these teams next year.
Congratulations to the Spurs! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the roof of my office building, where I should be able to fling myself onto I-465. It’s either that or go home early and start drinking heavily. I haven’t decided yet.