(originally published May 2015)

My buddy Wiz scored awesome seats for Game 6 and I wore a 1992 Championship t-shirt for good luck.  I thought this was going 7.  But, instead, the Bulls got blown out.  This series was there for the taking.  I’m still pissed about that Game 4 B.S.  Rose would’ve had his 2nd consecutive game-winner with that crafty layup.  Blatt called timeout with none remaining.  How does the ref not call a technical?  Should’ve been 3-1 Bulls.

I even, uncharacteristically, got on the refs a little during this game, begging for a favorable call, even into the second half when it was quiet and I clearly should’ve known it was over.

Spike Lee and Father Pfleger (green sweater, below) sat courtside a couple rows ahead of us.  Stephen A. Smith sat in the row behind us.  SAS refused any attention from fans.  Spike and Pfleger bailed with 4 minutes left and I said to him, “Hey, Father – you losin’ faith?”  He chuckled politely.  

All in all, the ending is a severe disappointment, you can see it on my face in these post game photos.  Oh well, I always have that Game 3 finish 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹