It is like a father playing sports with his son and their friends. He jokes around for the most of the time, letting them keep the score close, but when it comes time - he makes sure that he wins the game.
White towels of The Q menacingly twirling. He and his band of geezer mercenaries started out the gate hot. The Bulls shot horribly likewise shot horribly, adding fuel to an already blazing Cleveland fire.
It could have easily been a blowout, but the Bulls managed to keep it within fifteen at halftime.
The third again saw the Cavs come out blazing, and just the same the Bulls took the blow, but did not fall over. They outscored Cleveland by two in the third. Half-way through the fourth they battled within ten. They kept it under ten and got to a seven point differential, but that was as close as they came.
With about three minutes left my father proclaimed that it was do or die time. Luol Deng took an honorable charge towards the hoop, but was unfortunately thwarted, losing the ball to Dad who then raced down the court for a dunk and the game.
Considering they were playing a team on a title mission on the road featuring the game's best player, I agreed with my father's assessment that the Bulls overall had a strong showing. Nothing to lower their heads about.
The Cavs won, but they did not do so flawless. The Bulls scratched Dad's cheek.
If they can have one game shooting about 50% and Joakim Noah continues to play as if he deserves to be going against one of the game's all time greats, they can win one, if not two games this series.
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