I didn’t watch game one, so maybe I missed something (but I doubt it). I’ve watched it all since (except I couldn’t stay awake for all of game four).   With ABC broadcasting to over 200 countries, it’s a pity the world had to wait until game four to see some interesting ball.

On a slightly related note, I met Del Harris when I was 13 or 14, and that was the biggest thrill of life-to-date.  Not just because I knew he coached pro-ball — his son Alex was one of my favorite players at HSU (my parents’ alma mater, where my dad worked, and I roamed and played racquetball and watched BB practices and games).

On an even more slightly related note, Meadowlark Lemon and the Shooting Stars vs. the Washington Generals: the game was played at the HSU gym one night.  My brother got to be a ball-boy.  My dad couldn’t understand why I’d be jealous about getting to wipe up sweat; and looking back, now I can’t figure it, either.  (Except, maybe, that it was Clown Prince sweat.)

I miss Houston’s Twin Towers, Kevin McHale (he was my favorite player until he retired; I had a ball with his signature imprinted, and my brother called him “Kevin McFail” just to irritate me), Kareem (I named a cat Kareema), Isaiah Thomas, Dr. J., Magic, and the Celtics/Lakers 80’s rivalry.  Well, I miss 80’s NBA altogether, but I DON’T miss Larry Bird.

I’ve just had to tell myself that I’m using typing as an avoidance tactic, so I’m through waxing nostalgic for awhile.   Off to all the things I don’t want to do…

Copyright 2010 by Tammi Mossman.