Eftirfarandi spá fyrir úrslitakeppni NBA setti ég fram í tölvupósti á föstudaginn (áður en úrslitakeppnin hófst). Það er líklega eins gott að birta hana hér. Óbreytt, þrátt fyrir þau meiðsli sem hafa átt sér stað síðan þetta var sett fram.
Við þetta má bæta að ég held að Memphis - San Antonio mætist í úrslitakeppni Vesturstrandar, og Miami - Boston í úrslitum Austurstrandar.
WEST
Spurs - Jazz 4-0 Sé ekki að Jazz eigi að eiga séns.
OKC - Dallas 4-2 Ég er eiginlega viss um að Dallas tekur tvo á stoltinu. Jafnvel meira. Góður skóli fyrir OKC.
Lakers - Denver 4-0 Ég held að Denver hafi ekkert identity eða stjörnu í þetta.
Memphis - Clippers 4-2 Held að Clippers séu ekki að fara að gera neitt á móti Memphis.
EAST
Bulls - 76ers 4-1 76ers eiga ekki séns. Gef þeim kannski einn.
Heat - Knicks 4-2 Knicks taka amk tvo heimaleiki.
Boston - Atlanta 4-3 Nokkuð viss um að Boston tekur þetta að lokum, en gæti orðið jafnt.
Indiana - Orlando 4-1 Þetta gæti hafa verið spennandi ef Howard hefði verið með. Liðið er byggt í kringum hann og án þess focal punkts held ég að þeir geti ekki neitt.
Portland’s Clyde Drexler glides through the air during the 1987 Slam Dunk Contest. Seattle’s Terrance Stansbury looks on from the bench. (AP)
~ Current favorite Tumblr? SI’s photo blog. I could spend an entire afternoon looking back at Sports history, through the photos from the SI Vault. Also, if you ever wondered why Clyde Drexler was nicknamed, “the Glyde”, here is part of your answer, that photo right there. Amazing.
Shawn Kemp - Nike Air Flight ‘89 (this is one of my all time favorite basketball cards)
Not one of my favourites, but rather the favourite basketball card I own. I remember buying it on it’s own at a card shop and forever fell in love with both the card and Kemp’s hops.
“The radio was playing and the morning news was on. I was startled to hear that Pete Maravich, the basketball player, had collapsed on a basketball court in Pasadena, just fell over and never got up. I’d seen Maravich play in New Orleans, when the Utah Jazz were the New Orleans Jazz. He was something to see – mop of brown hair, floppy socks – the holy terror of the basketball world – high flyin’ – magician of the court. The night I saw him he dribbled the ball with his head, scored a behind-the-back, no-look basket – dribbled the length of the court, threw the ball up over the glass and caught his own pass. He was fantastic. Scored something like 38 points. He could have played blind.”
