If the minute hand gave the hour the finger, would your tears dry slower or the pain rip deeper than ever, the Crucifixion of a million seconds and more, spears tossed at mind’s doors. Chariot spikes grinding memory like Ben Hurr without the wits to triumph closure and sores of reminiscence appears. If persistence were the key to reconstruction, would your world be shamelessly perfect or nothing of the former prowess, the building blocks of Caesar’s palace unmatched in the foundation, like the eventual lost of Atlantis on the bottom of a careless ocean, mortar dissolved in questions. If revolutions and wars lacked casualties, would your beliefs of crowned defeat falter or imaginations of victory be tainted with heartless separations, like Genghis Kahn marching through his massive collection, of family, of trust, of men and of sons, prowling for resolution. If doomsday arrived at our front gates, would your days have sufficed or claim it to be all wasted, like a hurt locker lost amid the clouds without a treasure x. If in hindsight all the pain beam with clarity, would your bravery seem silly like a representation of a youthful history. If is good and if is bad and it eats at your soul and swallowing whole. If it does not sob as it chews and regurgitates, welcome to the unfathomable reality, the hour never slows without a fight and you must confess it to be right. 

A classless defiance or merely bitter frustration? Either way, the Los Angeles Lakers closed off the series in a rather shameful manner, considering it was Coach Jackson’s last season. I never took Kobe to be “nuts” – history is to be written and records are made to be broken, who says it is impossible to come back from a 0-3 drought. It just hasn’t happened yet, and who better than Kobe to have broken that spell. In hindsight, I do applaud Dirk for his talent but as my allegiance lies with the purple and gold, I would never extol the Mavs’ organization but rather continue to smirk at Cuban’s, a clown playing puppeteer. Bynum, who took off his jersey while being ushered to the locker-room, reminded ball players everywhere the disappointment, or even betrayal, that follows a great coach’s departure. Though it wasn’t the best manner to iterate bon voyage, at least Phil knows how terribly ashamed his men must’ve felt for being swept in the second round. Go big or go home – it’s time now for the Lakers to catch up on some much-needed rest before next season’s anxious rebuild.

Oklahoma City & Chitown stand up! Rose and Westbrook putting up a clinic! With both series now tied at 2-2, the Grizzlies and Hawks have to look to Randolph and Josh Smith to deliver if they want to make it to the next round. I have my boy KD on lock with the bookies and I’m sure Rose will pull through in the next couple of games, never mind game 7, who you kidding. Though I still think Rondo looks like a character that walked straight out of a manga, must admire his motivation and will to play on. But in all honesty, the Celts are getting old, just like their Lakeshow counterparts; perhaps this is the recess of the great rivalry, who knows when the next dynasty will come to serve as fuse to reignite the feud. I told myself that I would boycott the NBA if Lakers lost without winning even one game, but damn, it was a foolishly childish remark I admit. Must show love for Durant and Rose, who have put these two young-blood teams on their backs this entire season. Stay tuned as the playoffs continue…