Good luck or bad luck counts more than a lot of folks care to admit.
Chris Paul makes a harmless move to stick his hand in to disrupt a play and fractures a finger and right now it looks like his entire playoff run might be over and, if it is, who among us has any faith the Clips can overcome it?
Those are horribly bad breaks, pure and simple; no one could have seen them coming and they do add to the drama and excitement of the times, which is a good thing for some fans and a disaster for others.
But here are two somewhat odd things to think about those two separate but very intertwined events.
I have thought since Sunday that the Warriors, while understandably devastated by not having Curry for a while, can get by the Rockets and now, thanks to the events of late last night, could possibly get Portland in the next round or a Clippers team without Paul and with Blake Griffin bothered by a sore quad once again.
I don’t know if that’s karma – and I know and appreciate karma or fate more than you know – or what but it does show that while bad fortune can come in one micro-second, things can turn in another instant.
There was a measure of hullabaloo in the last week of the NBA regular season from fans and commentators who questioned whether the Warriors should all-out chase a historic 73-win season or somehow pull off the throttle to “save themselves” for the post-season.
If the playoffs go south for them because Stef Curry slipped on some sweat, would you rather have the bitter memories of post-season opportunities lost and nothing but a “close but no cigar” regular season?
I think there’s an obvious answer to that one.
I don’t know what I’m dreading more the rest of this week:
A fan, methinks.
And it reminded me of the Seinfeld episode where a suddenly caring Jerry couldn’t figure out what the salty discharge coming from his eyes was.
Totally odd feeling.
I’m not sure if you all saw this either on the tweeter machine when it broke yesterday afternoon or in the various dispatches through the evening but I needed to mention here that Dwane Casey was named winner of the PBWA’s Rudy Tomjanovich Award this season.
Among the members of the organization it is a prestigious award for a combination of coaching excellence and co-operation with the media (former winners are Gerry Sloan, Doc Rivers, George Karl, Frank Vogel and Steve Kerr) and I can attest to the seriousness with which we take both the nomination process and the voting.
But the point is that we need to recognize, and let the public know we do, coaches and players who take their media responsibilities seriously, who understand the job we have to do and treat everyone of us with respect.
I can honestly say that in five years of covering him, Dwane has never blown us off, he’s unfailingly polite and accommodating and, sure, he chafes at some of the inane questions and there are good days and bad in that regard but his consistent class and willingness to engage stands him apart.
I think those of you who see him through the prism of our words or soundbytes understand what he is and what he stands for.
This should affirm that and it is truly a worthy honour.
My complete guess right is if there are three it will be 7 p.m. in Indy, 8 p.m. in Charlotte and 10:30 p.m. in Portland because I have no faith in the Rockets. Otherwise, I can see a 6 p.m.-8:30 p.m. Indy-Houston doubleheader and a 8 p.m.-10:30 p.m. twinbill from Charlotte and Portland.
It’s a guess but an educated one so plan your lives accordingly.