Ch. 20
We traveled to DC for Game 3 and it was a game we knew, in the depths of our stomachs, that we had to win. The Wizards had already beaten the Raptors and if we didn’t get a game back here, we’d be seriously *ucked. Shootaround was good … we were loose, but not too loose. We were focused and we came out that way.
From tipoff till the end of the game, we were locked in — more locked in than I had ever seen us. It showed up in a BIG way in the first five minutes of the game, as we found the open man and that man let a triple fly. We went 4 of 6 from deep in the first five minutes, putting us ahead 18-7 barely halfway into the quarter. The Wizards immediately called a timeout after VO broke out a ridiculous layup in traffic and MADE IT.
It was a beatdown We dominated the first quarter, and we continued to dominate in the second thanks to Sabonis and Corey Joseph, who kept our triples firing and they were making them. Again and again.
Scott Brooks was beside himself on the Wizards bench. He kept telling his guys to get back on defense, to cover, to hustle, but they were always too slow … the number of threes we had was something to behold. For the first time the entire year, we had turned the triple into more than just a threat, we turned it into a Warriors-esqe weapon. The stats at halftime screamed our domination.
In the third, the Wizards showed up — Bradley Beal and John Wall finally started to get going, but that was fine. We were still getting our shots and GROB was stepping up in a big way; unlike Otto Porter (who disappeared and massively underperformed that huge contract of his), GROB was letting it rain. He was making it from deep, he was spotting up from mid-range, he was getting to the line and making his shots.
It was the best game of GROB’s career that year, in my humble opinion and with him firing, me and Myles got into a major rhythm. I passed to him and he passed to me … the Tate-Turner connection was real and John Wall couldn’t stop me. I saw him trying to bring him team back into it and I told him, straight up, to “back the *uck off, *itch” and he didn’t much like that.
But he didn’t much have a choice.
In the fourth, Myles started nailing triples left and right and between the two of us, we buried the Wizards. No quarter was given. No mercy shown. We walked into their house and gutted them before their entire fans. We even subbed in the deep reserves and they kept hitting triples (namely, TJ Leaf, who scored five points in less than three minutes — I was impressed).
I wish I could say that was it and we plowed on to the ECF, but we didn’t. We dropped Game 4 and 5, came back to win Game 6, and lost Game 7 by one-point. The Wizards held us to only 19 points in the fourth quarter … we allowed them 34.
We had a chance to get there, to go the distance, but we let it slip away. I was sick, especially considering what happened in the other series.
The Celtics had beaten the Cavs, 4-2, thanks to the return of Marcus Smart. They lost Al Horford to a severe ankle sprain though, and he was unlikely to make it back for the rest of the playoffs, but they had made the ECF. We could have beaten them — we went 3-1 against them in the regular season, we could have taken them, but we couldn’t finish. We were young. We were dumb.
Looking back, I see where we went wrong … I see what we could have done better. But I was ill then.
In the conference finals, the Rockets did what no one thought possible — they beat the Warriors. Every game they won was by less than seven points, but they did just enough to get there. The Warriors had been felled and it felt like the entire league celebrated. Out East, the Celtics lost Hayward to a leg injury in Game 2, which meant they were down him and Horford for the series. Still, they battled it out to a Game 7 before losing.
Rockets vs. Wizards for the Finals — an unlikely NBA Finals as it ever was. The Wizards had finally gotten to the Finals again, nearly 40 years since the last time they had been there. The Rockets had bet on CP3 and Harden being the key to defeating the Warriors and that bet had paid off.
Both teams were healthy. Both squads competitive. But the Rockets were on another level — they had already played tougher opponents than the Wizards and they won each game by an average of 12.4 points. It was a slaughter. Even after Ryan Anderson went out in Game 1 with a broken leg, the Rockets still romped.
A four game sweep that finally gave Harden and CP3 their titles. I couldn’t be too mad … the Wizards had beaten us and I was glad to see them lose. Eric Gordon, former Hoosier, got a ring on the Rockets and so did Troy Williams — Indiana guys, through and through. I was happy for them.
But I saw the Wizards in the Finals, saw them fight … and I wanted to be there, fighting with my guys for a chance at glory. Our season had broken our way so many times, only to have it go wrong at the end. I didn’t know if we’d ever get a chance to get to the ECF again.
I just knew I’d do almost anything to get to the Finals … to win a title for Indiana.