Sure, I may have hit the snooze button three or four times as I attempted to wake up after crawling into bed four hours prior; and yes, I might currently be drinking coffee and espresso mixed together (I’m told it’s called a Red Eye) in an effort to pry my eyes open with a psychoactive drug.
But last night’s game was what the playoffs are all about. Those are the games we remember for a long damn time, and keep us going to bed much later than is physically healthy. And luckily the game was close, so I can pick and choose when to run ‘The Margin,’ as opposed to last year when I had to do this for you crazy people as the Spurs were beating the poop out of the Blazers by 30 every night.