Don’t give up yet, kids, we’re almost there. I know it seems like a hundred years since the Western Conference Finals ended – largely because it has been – but there is actually a new game on the horizon. Finish that last water bottle (with the worm on the bottom; you’re not fooling us with that body-is-a-temple hydration scam) and march forward.
The Finals are finally upon us.
And while there is nothing left on the pregame bone upon which to chew (the price we all pay for excellent finalists and the needs of network executives), there is still the beast to fill.