Well, Game 2 turned out to be a significantly closer dogfight than many thought it would be (okay maybe I’m just over-reacting to my wildly optimistic prediction of a runaway 20 point win). The fact is that it’s easy to forget that this Cavs team is still filled with (and coached by) relative playoff rookies, and is defining itself with each passing postseason game. Many of them (sans LeBron and the bench vets) are still learning to walk in the playoffs before they can run. They’re also still learning how to make the jump to hyperspace after a momentum changing run and shoot down the last remaining hopes of an inferior opponent instead of letting them hang around and blast away.
Recap: Cavs 99, Celtics 91 (or, Great, Kid! Don’t Get Cocky…)
