I got an interesting email from Medea Kalantar yesterday.
I am sending you the logo my son has created, his name is Jean-Diar Kalantar and he is 13 years old. Can you please make sure the right people see his design.
Medea knows MLSE visits this site. Right people, here's Jean-Diar's design.
It's half time, and the Raptors are up 46-43 in New Jersey. Not only is T.J. Ford playing, but he's 6-7 for 13 points in nine minutes. That's awesome.
James and I watched the first half together, but I just put him to bed, so I'm going to have to finish this thing on my own. Here's hoping VC continues his shitty shooting, Bosh gets pissed and takes it hard to the hoop and Ford continues to run right through this News D.
As we prepare for game #6 in the swamp, let's listen in on a moment from Tuesday night's big win. I'm giving this a chill factor of 8.1.
Thanks to Kic for bringing this to my attention. Kic, I'll see you on the field. Don't forget those discs.
I think my heart just stopped. We were up large, and then it dissipated. When the Nets hit that three with Calderon hurt on the floor, I almost cried. When the Nets missed that final three ball, I almost cried once more. We're going back to Jersey.
Teams with a 3-1 game lead in the NBA playoffs are 158-8. Now that I've discovered what was holding us back, you can be sure we'll be number nine. That damn Raptors masthead was clearly jinxing us, and now that it's gone, we can't lose.
You may be wondering what Sam Mitchell is doing to psyche up the Raptors prior to tonight's do-or-die game at the ACC. In a Toronto Mike exclusive, I've just learnt how MoPete and the boys are preparing themselves for Kidd and Carter.
Sam's got them watching Bruce Willis' "Yippee-ki-yay Mother**cker" on a continuous loop. Listen for it at the 1:01 mark.
It could all end tonight. What the Raptors need now is a miracle.
Here are songs in my collection with "miracle" in the title.
- No Miracle, No Dazzle - Blue Rodeo
- The Miracle of Music - Bob & Doug McKenzie
- Waiting For A Miracle - Bruce Cockburn
- It's A Miracle - Culture Club
- Miracle of Love - Eurythmics
- Miracle - Foo Fighters
- Miracle Man - Ozzy Osbourne
- I Believe In Miracles - Ramones
- The Miracle - Queen
- Miracle Drug - U2
- It's A Miracle - Barry Manilow
The writing's on the wall, and it's a pretty crappy read for Raptor fans. For the second straight game we got creamed and there's no way we're coming back in this series. Teams rarely come back from a 3-1 deficit in the NBA playoffs. Sure, the Suns did it last year, but these Raptors are not the Phoenix Suns.
I bailed on yesterday's game pretty early. It was making me miserable and it was frightening James. Kidd and Carter were just too much, but I'm not ready to make nice. I don't even think the player formerly known as Air Carter read my letter. He may win this battle, but the war continues. The Raps will be champions before Vince Carter ever hoists that trophy. Mark my words.
It's early, but the Raps are getting hammered in the swamp. It's 26-13 Nets as I type this.
Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush have a message for the Raptors. Don't Give Up. There's still time...
At the time I was supposed to put James to bed, the Raptors game was in the fourth quarter. James is only five, but he's showing a sincere interest in the Raps. He knows Chris Bosh, the story of Vince Carter and that the camera will sometimes show a big red dinosaur after a big Raptors basket. Naturally, I let him stay up late and watch the game.
And what a game! James watched the good guys win and was thrilled by the post game celebration on the court. There was the red confetti-like paper falling from the rafters, the flags and a whole lot of cheering and hugging. We were hugging, too, celebrating the first non-Argo Toronto playoff win in quite some time.
It's 1-1 heading back to Jersey, and the Raps haven't come close to playing their best ball. I'm feeling good. James will have plenty of late nights ahead, if we're lucky.
On January 9, 2007, the Raptors faced the Nets in New Jersey.
The basketball player formerly known as Vince Carter goes down like he's shot. This is my new favourite Vince Carter highlight reel. It's the Vince we knew and loved.
I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
FUVC. You SOB, Rookie of the Year, Dunkaholic, talented freak... you owned this city, you were Toronto basketball. You wanted out, you demanded a trade from the T.Dot, then you started to tank it and you had the gonads to admit it. No effort, phony injuries, that entire "I don't wanna dunk anymore" bullshit. We traded you to the Nets and got pure shite in return. You almost ruined this franchise, but post-trade you miraculously remembered how to play. You were an all-star again, you SOB. FUVC. We're getting the last laugh here. It's game time.
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