NBA Finals Game 6
You have to understand, I despise the Lakers. I can't stand any of their players. They've ruined my life several times. They're evil. So evil in fact that I think Phil Jackson made some deal with the devil that guaranteed him the most number of NBA rings than any other coach in exchange for looking like a billy goat (note: this is similar to my theory about Ronaldinho making a similar deal except substitute soccer stardom and looking like a horse). Picture me, May 2004, about to graduate from high school (and coincidentally in the best shape of my life), at a friend's house to watch a pivotal playoff game between the Spurs and the Lakers. The Lakers were the only thing in the way between the Spurs and a back-to-back championship. Nothing would've capped off a thus-far stellar year better than San Antonio wiping out Los Angeles. And we'd just about done it. I mean, we had the LEAD with only 0.4 seconds left in the game. 0.4 seconds. That's nothing. You c...