9 unanswered points in two minutes. The Lakers blowing a seemingly insurmountable 7 point lead with 2:07 left in the game. Kobe Bryant resembling a flacid lifeless toy snake rather than the killer Black Mamba we've all come to know, respect, in some situations love, but in most, hate.
Two days later, it still doesn't add up for me. Not in what I saw; I watched every minute of that game. But how did a Lakers team that had complete control over the game's pace for 46 minutes suddenly abdicate the reins over to the Thunder for the final two deciding minutes? The loss still stings, and hopefully it hasn't lingered in the minds of YOUR...Los Angeles Lakers for more than a couple hours the other night.
How do you get over this? How do you shake this feeling of doom? Even a win tonight in Staples Center will still only put the series at a 2-1 Oklahoma City advantage, with the fourth game coming just 24 hours after the third? The answer is that maybe you can't. Maybe this one will stick in our minds for a long time to come, just as we could say about the Lakers if they falter tomorrow night.
Shortly after the conclusion of Game 2, I wrote up a
Silver Screen & Roll recap, which I had committed to days earlier. Little did I know that I'd have to write the thing with a rattled brain and a heart in the clutches of two grown basketball players who looks like they lived in Williamsburg. Not too long after I hastily put together my frazzled thoughts, a commenter left a response that Wednesday night was one of the worst Lakers losses he'd seen in 45 years.
Instantly, and even with only 27 years of Lakers fanhood under my belt, I recoiled with rejection and disbelief. That couldn't be true. Could it?
I taxed my brain, and when I came to a familiar standstill that I so often encounter when I, you know, think, I turned to my other, more functional and easily edited brain, Wikipedia. After gathering the facts, I replied that this wasn't even in the top 5 losses...of the past 15 years. Instantly I started reeling off game after game, with each playoff disappointment more painful than the last. As the barren, stale hole in my chest became larger and larger, I actually started to feel a small sense of relief. By burning myself longer and deeper with painful memories of past Lakers failures, I actually started to feel better about Game 2. In comparison, this was cake! Sarah Lee confetti cake from an erotic bakery! With a picture of a young Meg Ryan! Sweet!