While Wendy took the boys to Fauntleroy Park, I flipped to the game. The Cavs are a one-man team, and the Pistons aren't firing on all cylinders (te he). I don't know who the Cavs coach is, but I can read lips. During a timeout towards the end of the game, here's what he said to his team:
"Listen up, guys. Here's the play. You, you pass the ball to LeBron and then get out of the way. You other three guys, you get out of the way too. Maybe one of you should set a pick for LeBron, I don't know, but the important thing is that you look scared and tentative. LeBron is The Man. LeBron, you do that thing where to take a fall-away jump shot from 25-feet away. It might go in. Then get back on defense."
It's painful to watch. If this is what I can expect from the NBA, I may have to start watching the Rat City Rollergirls. You hear that, NBA execs? I don't watch hockey or baseball anymore. You're next.