(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 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹