I had a great post planned, too.
Audible quotes from courtside Jazz fans about Mike Bibby's pain threshold. Tongue-in-cheek mentions of Bonzi Well's terrific ball-handling skills. Plenty of Gregory Ostertag jokes.
But screw it. I can't even begin to talk about this game, which caused me to throw the TiVo remote at roughly 7 in the morning. I shouldn't be awake at 7 on a Saturday, let alone so pissed and distraught I'm to the point of throwing a channelbox.
So that's it. My analysis of the single most stomach-turning performance I've seen is now D-U-N done.