And nothing beats seeing our favorite #6 giving Coach Spo a shoulder smash the other night. Talk about respect! And that was followed by Spo calling out #6 to the media. OUTSTANDING! At this pace, this "dynasty" will last about as long as George O'Leary's tenure at Notre Dame.
Deep down, I think that he knows that this was a huge mistake. That makes me smile. He knows damn well that he hadn't lost 8 games in a season until January when he was in Ohio and it's eating him alive to see that this Big Three is doomed. DOOMED, I tells ya!
I can't even begin to describe how fucking large my fan-boner is for Thursday night. Who isn't going to watch this? Don't you want to see Gilbert's reaction? All the boo's? Will someone run on the court with a knife? Will they cheer Big Z? Would a Cavs win be one of the best moments of the year (yes, it would, and you should ALL be pulling for this)? I damn near started bawling when we beat Boston on opening night due to how proud I was, but this would take it to a whole other level.
I'm talking about losing all bodily control. When Mo Williams hits a "mo-flo" at the buzzer to beat Miami, I will cry, sneeze, cough, cry some more, ejaculate, piss, shit, and bleed all at the same time. It will be that great. THAT FUCKING GREAT.
In conclusion, the Heat can fist a goat. I don't care if the Cavs lose every game for the rest of the year (possible), JUST WIN ON THURSDAY.