Tough Juice Gets Tuff

As an neutral journalist blogger, I don’t root for teams. But I don’t think there’s a rule against rooting for inanimate objects like a playoff series, and dang was I rooting for that most-ridiculous-of-all-time first-round series to continue. So when I saw some frowny faces at Tuesday’s practice–Oleksiy Pecherov “no-commenting” me, Butler looking like someone stole his applesauce–I briefly considered not coming to Cleveland. In fact–and that is a true story–I told Butler he had seemed morose lately

and asked Butler whether I should bother going to Ohio. “Yeah,” he said. “You should go. I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Was that a guarantee? perhaps not a guarantee, precisely, but I figured I’d trust him, and I flew to Cleveland. Was the game a laff riot? Not precisely. The signs were everywhere in the Q. “Cavs 3, Thugs 1,” for example. Or the one that went something like:

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