Ah, the typical ebbs and flows of an entertaining horror flick. This one had it all: the despair of being left behind by every sane person, the exhilarating sensation to drive an improbable knife through the heart of your enemy, the stoic acceptance of your demise as said enemy looks to be still alive and coming at you with an unshakable aura of doom.
I, for one, am a fan of horror movies. And I’m a fan of basketball. That must be why I’m strangely at ease with how this game unfolded.
Fizdale made the sensible choice to pick Payton as the starting PG and gave a 85% healthy Mitch the starting nod alongside Morris, Randle and our collective new adult son, RJ.