Up goes the shot, down comes the rebound, in goes Bill Laimbeer.
“That’s one,” he says, grabbing it.
Up goes the shot, down comes the rebound, out comes Bill Laimbeer.
“That’s two,” he says.
Up shot, down rebound, out Laimbeer.
“That’s three,” he says.
Here we go. NBA playoff time. And immediately, the questions.
“Will these be any better than last year?”
No. Probabaly not.
“Does anybody other than Boston and Los Angeles have a chance to make it to the finals?”
No. Probably not.
“Why, then, should I vegetate in front of the TV set for 50 hours in the next four weeks, when I could be doing something constructive?”