Ch. 59
In early January we welcome the Cavs to the Fieldhouse and, boy, was it a marquee matchup. Both teams were on fire and looked like they were in their stride — LeBron was having another good season (averaging 21.2 PPG, 8.8 RPG, and 7.4 APG — classic LeBron numbers, albeit a bit lower at this stage of his career — he was 35 after all). King James was, once more, leading the Cavs to regular season success but we all knew he was eying the playoffs. For the first time in what felt like years, LeBron seemed to have help at every position — Bledsoe and Melo both were averaging 18 per game, Wade was chipping in about 13, and Thompson was gobbling up boards and getting putbacks as he did.
But Thompson’s contract was up at the end of the year and all signs pointed to the Cavs letting him walk — they could grab a veteran center for cheaper in the flooded big man market (the position was stocked with so many cheap youngsters and veterans that it really squeezed the money-making ability for the guys still in their prime). We were only a game ahead of the Cavs and Cleveland was looking to make a statement in our building.
It was going to be a show.
In the first, Cleveland jumped out ahead thanks to an early 14-5 run. It was disheartening to see us come out so flat, but I guess that’s partially my fault — I celebrated my birthday the day before and, legally allowed to drink now, I … well, I might have overdid it just a tad and my teammates might have been right there with me. What can I say other than I was young — stupid, but not criminally stupid.
So we were all a little off our game and it showed in that first few minutes of the game. Once McHale took a timeout, chewed us out, and we all got some Gatorade in our system, we went to work. I busted out some trick layups …
And the crowd got back into it. I fed Jabari early and often, as Melo was lighting us up but wasn’t playing effective defense against Jabari — our guy was just too damn fast. Unfortunately, Melo was a veteran and compensated for his lack of defense with offensive savvy: otherwise known as whining at the refs for fouls and getting those fouls called on Jabari.
By the end of the first Jabari had two, McHale sat him, and we were down 33-27. It felt bad but when the Pit Crew came in, they made the Cavs bench look like a bunch of JV squad members. Sabonis got some extra play time and the big guy hoisted up triple after triple and made more than he missed. He and Corey Joseph helped claw us back, get us the lead, and keep the Cavs back.
At the half we had the lead and Cleveland looked lost.
In the third, I picked up the pace. With Cleveland stunned and reeling, we took it to them repeatedly — the extra pass was our friend and we slung the ball around and around. It was infectious and after a particularly nice feed, I celebrated right in Bledsoe’s face … and he just glared.
In the fourth, we were up by 24 points and both teams had sent in the deep bench. McHale kept Victor out there, let him run the whole show and Victor went OFF in the fourth — playing against lesser competition, he feasted on easy looks and we — the bench, the crowd — enjoyed the show Victor put on for the home team. If there was anyone who understood Indiana basketball like I did, like Gramps did, it was Victor — he thrilled us with his skills and it was fun to watch.
We dominated the Cavs and we kept them under 100 points, which meant no practice the next day (that was the deal McHale made at the beginning of the season to get us all to put in a little extra on defense — it worked well for us that year). LeBron wasn’t pleased, but it was just the regular season — we’d see them three more times and it wasn’t anything to worry about yet for him.