It was like women against boys out there.

I was speechless watching that. After all the chatter of, “Can the Warriors really win without KD?” and “I hope Steph can show the world he’s ascended to a higher plane of basketball”, now to KD tearing his Achilles one quarter into his first game back of the NBA Finals. Not a calf injury or ankle sprain, but maybe a…

Basketball.

Strength in numbers indeed.

Stop posting and get your brain some oxygen. Thoughts and prayers.

They don’t affix asterisks on diamond-encrusted rings. They still have to rip the Zombie Warriors’ heads off if they want to entertain the debate in the first place. But if they do, they earned it.

I don’t think the Wizards could get a semifinalist for NOTY. Probably have to scrape the barrel a little harder.

Let’s remember some guys: Advisors to the Board (Man).

That’s what Kawhi, Nike and the Clippers are all interested in? I’m unable to envision today’s youth lining up en masse to purchase that cheap knock off of the Body Glove logo.

Now even MORE pressure on the Raptors. If they don’t break through this team and its hilarious injury report, does Nick Nurse get fired, too?

I’ll put my money on a Taco Bell dance battle. Raptors are soft. Warriors are crunchy. And some mystery locos team will come in after halftime of game 4 and run them both out of the building.

Saved me a Google.

They were already banking a win in the first half and then the Zombie Warriors did what they do, just kept on keepin’ on despite a comical injury list, and Jurassic Park was empty at the horn.

I simultaneously marvel and cringe when watching Cousins play, just imagining if my own Achilles was shredded, at that weight, and then trying to come back to the pinnacle of basketball competition.

PS - the postgame quote from Kawhi on whether he wanted the ball in Igoudala’s hands at the end for that shot: “No, we wanted it our hands.” That’s gold.

That game was kind of ugly the entire way. All things considered with the Warriors injury situation and the Raptors had to have that one. That loss sucks.

As soon as the fight gets called, Ruiz turns to his buddy Martín and says, “Who’s your Fluffy, Papi?”

Skullcrushers heavy with a dropset and you’ll be starting for Alabama next winter.

He was being a bit aggressive, she cautioned him, he kept on, ejected, and now he’ll get sent off. Standard footballer stuff.

7/7/51 happens to be my Mom’s birthday. Leave it to wanker lads to mess up a good thing.