Well, in light of The Daddy’s negligence in providing a post game 4 reaction, the reaction after this game is especially brutal of our ol’ sparring partner Mr. Garnett. Game four saw him make very composed moves down the stretch offensively in addition to his clutch free throws. Other than that, he showed little else to show he was the #3 guy in MVP voting this year.
Now, after watching game 5, it was pretty much the same game, with slightly different results. As a whole, we saw an LA team that, at home, still looked like the team that was going to lose the series. Even in a win I don’t see them as the better team. On the LA side, they have little outside of their 3 stars to make plays. Defensively, they suck at times (sometimes they do things well). The best play of the game summed up the two teams pretty well. Sam Cassell yanked at the ball from Sasha who was on the verge of tears when he hit the floor. He was absolutely appalled that Sam was allowed to outmuscle him. It was comical, and it further cemented my desire for Sasha to get trapped in a ring with Kimbo Slice.
It’s easy to see, Boston struggles without Perkins at times. I guess he does some things well. Defensively, they do need him, but PJ Brown, Posey, Powe, and KG can do enough to win the series. They are the more physical bunch. Rondo has no confidence now and it shows. He may be hurting still, but something is different. They’ll need Sam Cassell to produce (ha you haters, he was not bad last night).
Now comes the most difficult part of this analysis. Kevin Garnett. Pierce and Ray are laying it out on both ends. KG is, simply put, NOT. First, If I see him put his hand on Gasol’s back on the post and just scoot back until he’s under the basket one more time I’m going to shyt my pants with anger. That is just poor defense. Hold your ground, make Gasol work. Secondly, just score the basketball. Stop pretending your intensity is enough to make up for your fyckups. Take it to the basket. Don’t twist and turn your body. Just go to the hole, ignore defenders, and score the ball. Sh*t.
