GAME FOUR, BABY

Today is game four. In the fourth, with 11:41 to go, Pistons are up by 19. Is that right? It must be. It's too quiet in the arena for it to be a mistake. The Pistons are playing great ball? (Okay, yeah, I hope so.) Or, are the Spurs just crappy tonight? (That seems more likely.)

Either way, I'm pretty sure the win (which seems likely for the Pistons, yeah!) is due 100% to these ladies:



Okay, maybe 50% to them, and 50% to some dark magic that has influenced the Pistons to get the offensive rebound once in a while.



I wanted to do some live blogging on the score tonight, but it seems to be a snooze fest of a game. The Pistons are up by TWENTY-FOUR POINTS. What the hell? This is lunacy and very boring. There are about 9 minutes left, so who knows. I mean, I want the Pistons to win, but I'd at least like to justify my lonely evening at home by being able to truthfully say to people that I was engrossed in the game. Instead, yawn. Go Pistons, blah, blah, blah.