It knotted the game at 89.
It knotted the points for the Series at 699-699.
As the Louisville Cardinal radio announcer of my youth Ed Kallay would say, “That’s about as close as you can get it.”
At which juncture, the compelling Best of 7 that had gained in intensity, by the day, on the court and off, redlined the Stress Meter past 11.
James missed a 22 footer.
Steph Curry missed a trey.
LeBron misfired on a deuce.
Thompson couldn’t net a two from 15 feet.
Andre Igoudala blocked a James shot at the rim. Then couldn’t find the hole from beyond the arc.
With each possession, the tension became more smothering, sucking the breath out of those who paid $50 large for their courtside seats, those in the bleachers, those in the Square in Cleveland, and folks gathered to watch together on big screens everywhere.
The shut down D continued. So too, the resulting offensive woes. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Live by the 3, Die by the 3