CALL ME SNAKE

Sorry, I slacked off during game three, when the Pacers embarrassed us. I was distracted (sorting socks, etc.) and listless (after a grueling day of channel surfing) and totally lacking in emotion, which never gets the job done in the playoffs. The result was sobering, and a veritable kick in the pants. The playoffs are a time to step it up a notch (or preferably three), and I brought some of that vaunted “playoff intensity” to the couch for game four, when we blew them out of Conseco Fieldhouse. They’re coming to our house for game five, and you can be sure that, this time, we’ll be ready and waiting. I’ll provide the dip.