I got home from a speaking gig last night around 9:00, flipped on the NBA finals, and watched one of the greatest comebacks (or meltdowns) in NBA history. Down 24 points in the 3rd quarter, the Celtics sparked an historic comeback and won by 6.
For some reason, I went to sleep still having flashbacks of the finals 2 years ago when the Mavs were up 2-0 before losing 4 straight. The nightmares still haunt me. The sound of the whistle blowing every time D-Wade stepped into the lane is a sound that will never leave me.
(Please read about 74% of sarcasm in the paragraph above)
I don't really care who wins the series, but I do want the Lakers to win Game 5. There is nothing like a Game 6 and 7 in any sport.