Last night's game nearly did me in! When I thought I could breathe easily because you had an 18-point lead, you let me down. You let the Pistons come within two points with less than 2 minutes on the clock!
I held my breath, thinking you were about to totally blow it. But you came through. Between Paul Pierce, Jeff Green (34 points, 6 rebounds, 4 blocks), and Jason Terry's clutch foul shots at the end, you managed to win!
Don't you know my hair gets grayer every time you blow a lead in the last quarter? I'm getting too old for this kind of stress! Plus, it's embarrassing to be yelling at the television screen! The refs don't listen to me, anyway, so that's a futile effort. If I were there in person, I'd probably be offering them my glasses so they wouldn't miss all those fouls against Green, Pierce, Bradley, and Randolph!
Mr. Eva was watching the Boston Red Sox, so I couldn't vent to him..... yes, that's right, I picked watching your game over watching the Sox! Just another reason you guys shouldn't be testing my cardiovascular strength. I hate those close endings!
Avery Bradley, Terrence Williams, Chris Wilcox, Courtney Lee, Brandon Bass, Jordan Crawford, and D J White....I still love all of you guys, but could you put a little more effort into your offensive rebounding? That might keep the lead a little wider in your favor, and help me to maintain a more calm demeanor.
So far, the neighbors haven't called 911 because of my screaming, but we don't want to chance it. Go out there and win big, will ya'? For me? Please? The few non-gray hairs I have left thank you.