Okay, people...do you have Thunder Fever? I just don't know how you couldn't. It's overtaken the world...okay, maybe just Oklahoma, but we're on our way. I'm officially entrenched in the mania. I've worn the same shirt every playoff game for two reasons 1. It's the only one I have that fits and 2. It supports my boy James Harden.
So as we sit several hours out from a possible clinching of the Western Conference Finals, I thought I'd share my Thunder-related thoughts...
I don't know what "Thundering Up" actually is. I assume it's similar to Cowboying Up. I don't know how to Cowboy Up either. I don't let my lack of understanding deter me from using the phrase on a regular basis. You know, I just like to fit in. Thunder Up! I have to be honest, I don't officially start Thundering Up each year until after college basketball is complete. My first love is Cowboy basketball, and yes it's been a little dismal lately, but you can't just breakup with your girlfriend because she gained a little weight. She still has a great personality. So maybe I'm fair-weather, whatever. Labels don't bother me. But I am Thundering Up...I'm pretty sure. Our household is filled with lots of shouting during games, I throw my hands in the air when a long three goes in, and Husband and I spend lots of unnecessary time analyzing driving to the hoop, Scottie Brooks, and James Harden's basketball knowledge and vision. I think that constitutes adequately Thundering Up.
Can I express to you how much I hate the Spurs? I mean I hate them. And I hated them long before the Thunder even existed. Okay, not that long before. Since 2003 when I moved to Arizona and started following the Suns. I announced to my 2003 roommate that I hated Tim Duncan. He informed me that no one hates Tim Duncan, because he has no personality. Wrong. Kathy hates him. And I'd like to point out that my favorite memory of Tim Duncan was watching Big Country beat his Demon Deacons in 1995 on our way to the Final Four. Loser. And stop referring to him as the Greatest Power Forward of All Time...he doesn't play power forward. He's a post/center.**
My hatred of the Spurs peaked during the 2007 Western Conference Semi-finals...game 4. Dirty Robert Horry hip checked everyone's favorite Canadian Steve Nash, and I've never forgiven the Spurs franchise for it. While watching the game with Husband (who at the time was Fiance) I jumped off the couch, charged the TV and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL!!!" I'm almost positive that's the moment Husband knew he had a keeper. Either that or my rage deeply concerned him. He asked me if I was planning on getting in on the fight, I told him it was a strong possibility.
But mainly, I really, really hate Manu Ginobili. He plays basketball like South Americans play futbol, and that makes him the enemy. He has been flopping and shooting by way of bicycle kicks and trick shots for what seems like 84 years, and frankly, I've had enough. I despise him. He is my least favorite NBA player that currently exists on the planet right now. Blake Griffin is probably number two. Enough with the stare downs after dunks. We get it. That's your thing. When you can make a 18 foot jumper or a free throw, then you can stare people down all you want. Oh, and I'm not a fan of Jason Terry either. You are not an airplane. You are just an annoying human who plays basketball. I've gotten completely off point. I called Manu French the other night on Twitter, which is embarrassing. I know he's not French. I blame it on the fact I had taken Ambien and had just had a long discussion with Husband about the amount of time Tony Parker spends on his back. I got my annoying foreign Spurs mixed up. Whoopsie. For the record, I don't like Tony Parker either.
Finally, I'd just like to declare my love of James Harden. Isn't he the greatest? He's a Sun Devil, you know. I love how he plays. I love his smooth shot, and his ability to distribute the ball, and how he will drive to the basket when no one else will. And I love the crazy eyes that he gets from time to time. I heard someone call him a flopper yesterday. Maybe he is, but I love everything about him. I'm currently in the market for a beard for our baby. Let me know if you have any leads.
So on that note I encourage you all to Thunder Up, Buckle Down...and wiggle from side to side.
**Husband has been complaining about this for years now, so I felt it needed to be included in the blog. All credit for that comments goes to him.
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