Dear Russell, James, and Kevin,
If I may be so bold, fellas, I’d like to offer you some advice. It can be applied immediately to the rest of your games against the Spurs, to the Finals (if necessary), and to any future playoff series. It can also be applied to your personal lives, if you so choose. I watched the second half of Game One in New Orleans, at a seafood restaurant on Bourbon Street on a TV with the sound on mute, so I wasn’t able to pay the best attention, but I couldn’t help but notice that in the fourth quarter you guys began trying too hard, pressing, forcing it. My subsequent research has confirmed this. You went into the last quarter up by nine, traded a couple baskets with the Spurs, and then fell apart. Besides a miss and a foul from Collison and two free throws for Perkins, the Thunder end of the play-by-play summary consists solely of you three. Here it is:
Weekly letters written during those innocent days when Dwight Howard wasn't associated with the Lakers, Mark Jackson wasn't associated with strippers/blackmail, and Mutombo wasn't associated with conflict diamonds. On indefinite hiatus this season to focus on HARD WORK AND DEDICATION.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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