"I am delighted. I am ecstatic. The honor, the glory to think the Big Red, a freckledy-faced mammoth of a man born on the southern tip of North La Mesa Drive, in a hospital, fresh sheets, flowers from her beautiful aunt Sandra, a nurse on duty, America, the only place on this gift of an Earth where a boy with three bad knees and a fatal case of the dreaming could even imagine having the opportunity to share the hardwood with the likes of Bill Russell, Kevin McHale, Mario Chalmers, Corky Calhoun, Larry Legend. What a gift. To guest post. I am delighted.
"But let's talk seriously, ladies and gentlemen, we're at the precipice, we're at the edge of a cliff, a car speeding off the mountain, Bettye LaVette and a young Jessica Tandy, holding hands, cops at their backs and wind at their heels. It's the playoffs, ladies and gentlemen. This is what we live for. This is life.
"And as I speak, the very structure of our tournament is at stake. It could be Phoenix-San Antone, the Lakers and the Spurs, the Spurs and the Lakers. The permutations are endless. The Suns and LA or Phoenix at San Antonio. Who can hope for anything better? The Q2 has a buffet, this is a smorgasborg. A young Kevin Johnson shoveling the pick-and-pop to a vengeful Boris Diaw. Malik Rose being Malik Rose. This is going to be special. Richard Dumas. Now there was potential."