It’s Game 7. What more really needs to be said?
I made the mistake of watching Game 6 at Public Bar in D.C., didn’t even get drunk because it was hot outside and went home with the realization there is no such thing as Game 8, despite what JaVale McGee says. The same mistake will not be committed tonight. Yours truly will be watching Game 7 alone in my apartment. In the dark. Drinking a beer (or 18). Possibly with one candle lit because supposedly that wishes good luck and safe travels, according to a Google search.
At 8pm EST, join us here once again for the most important open thread of the playoffs thus far. The only reason we keep doing these things is because you guys make it interesting. I promise I’ll be here to drop off comments, too. If my hands stop shaking.
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