The 5 Games That Will Never Be Watched Again

It didn’t take much. It never does, honestly. We’ll sporadically hit each other up to shoot the breeze, and the next thing you know, a collaboration post is in the works. See, this is a process that isn’t unique to TSFJ. We have a stable of writers who respect each others' work, love to write with each other, support each other, push creative limits and challenge each other.

So when Ed and I chopped it up on Gchat on Saturday night, the signs of collaboration were brewing, even if neither of us saw it coming initially. He was watching Super Bowl XXXIX, which startled me, but he soon turned it off, because it was making him so angry. At that point, the light bulb went off, and it was time to get to writing.

What are the games you will absolutely, undeniably, unequivocally never watch again?

People are enamored by memories, and for good reason. Memories last a lifetime, and when people reminisce about certain games, they tend to remember the good times, the ones that make them feel like they were on top of the world.

But what about the games that make you feel like crap? You know, the ones that can spoil even the most perfect day you can be having at that particular time? Seriously, I can be with my nephews on one hand, or getting ready to get it on with a lady with some Marvin Gaye, R. Kelly or Teddy P. in the background on the other. For some God-forsaken reason, though, let a reminder of Game Seven of the 2010 NBA Finals come across the Hoshitoshi and it will be time for the babies to go back home to their mama and for 'ol girl to go home. That game, just one of the five that will be highlighted between Ed and me, is one that infuriates me to no return.

As you read this post, think back to where you were, what you were doing, the people who were around and all that good stuff when the games that literally make you sick were played. Were there young children around? Did your old lady have to put you out of the house, because you broke everything in sight? Did your neighbors call the police on you? Were there people out there literally concerned for your well-being? After that, let’s converse. This could be the start of some healing …

… but probably not.

Texas Rangers vs. St. Louis Cardinals: Game Six of the 2011 World Series

Thursday, October 27, 2011 was the worst night of my life as a fan of professional sports. This, my friends, is no exaggeration. It was a night spent in Marshall, Texas, and as Game Six of the 2011 World Series between the Texas Rangers and the St. Louis Cardinals approached, I was a ball of excitement. See, we had just won the previous game to go up three games to two, and with one more win, my Rangers would be champions of the baseball world.

Between innings, I was on Twitter where Rangers fans from Michael Taddessee, to B. Jones, to Jeremy Biggers, were getting more and more excited. My boy, Chris Navarre, was on pins and needles back home in Dallas, so down the stretch, when Nellie Cruz drove a ball to the bleachers to give us a four-run lead, the Dallas-inspired rap music began to permeate from the walls of my tiny east Texas apartment. Sure, there was still a lot of baseball to be played, but I had seen enough Texas Rangers baseball to know that when my team smells blood, it’s a wrap.

Then, everything slowly began to go to hell.

In the bottom of the ninth, with two outs and two strikes, Neffie Feliz was on the mound, got the first two outs and had one freaking strike left to get, just one. Now, I want you all to understand something, and this is purely selfish and the fan in me.

When the ninth was about to start, I made my mind up, right then, that if the Rangers could get three more outs, not only would I hop in the car, right then and there, and drive back to Dallas, but I would call out of work the next day, despite the fact that I had only been working at my job for three months. Oh well, I didn’t care. My team was on the verge of winning the World Series. Fuck work!

Anyway, after one out, I put on my shoes. After two outs, I picked up my keys and placed my wallet in the pocket of my sweats. My homegirl, Dawana, shot me a text asking what size tee I wanted from Academy since she, along with countless other Rangers fans, was already in line for shirts and listening to the game while standing in line outside of the store. I told her that it was too soon to be asking such things; the Rangers still needed to get one more out …

… but that an XL would do just fine.

So back to the final strike. Well, we all saw what happened. David Freese lined a shot to right field, and my heart literally buckled, my knees got weak, my breath stopped and time froze as Nellie went back to attempt to make the catch. As the ball was on its way down, I got a bad feeling. Sure, the play still hadn’t completed itself, but the way he was tracking the ball, along with the emotion of the moment, I just had a feeling that this was going to be very bad. It was.

The Cardinals tied the fucking game, and it went into extras. Fantastic. I put my keys back down, cursed out everybody for celebrating early on Twitter, cursed out my homegirl for asking me what size tee I wanted, and while this occurred, my dad, who knows nothing about baseball, was eerily quiet as he watched my tirade. He was remarkably respectful. He didn’t mess with me at all, because he probably thought I would turn on him, too.

Anyway, a chance for redemption emerged. Josh Hamilton blasted a two-run homer to give us a two-run lead in the tenth. Rangers fans were crunk again, and once again, we went into the bottom of extras with a two-run lead. Let’s just finish the damn job, right?

One out, I pick up my keys. Two outs, I stand up and prepare to head out the door, but my feet were chained to the floor. See, I had just saw what happened the inning before, so even though there was an indescribable rush to storm down the stairs and hit 20 West, I had to see everything, had to see the very last strike …

… except we couldn’t get it. Again.

At this point, I knew it was over. Literally, I had never seen anything like that in my 29 years of being a sports fan. It was sickening, infuriating, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching stuff. St. Louis went on to win Game Six in 11 innings, tied the World Series at three games apiece and set up a Game Seven for all the marbles. While there was a Game Seven left to be played, I knew we had no chance in hell - none at all.

The next night, I met up with B. Jones, Jeremy, Brandon and Sam, and we watched Game Seven together at a local spot back home. It was the saddest collection of sports fans I had ever been around, and to this day, nothing comes close to the scene that Friday night in that bar. All of us were sad. We just sat there in a daze, barely touched our food, barely said a word to each other, let alone anyone else. The bar was packed, and even with the initial enthusiasm before the game started, deep down, we knew we blew it the night before. We all knew it was over. The night before was too much. It was over.

A brief depression immediately followed. I didn't go outside all weekend, and the only sign of being on the internet was to post an article on the ETSF website the following Tuesday. After that, I went right back to grieving. I didn't tweet for over a week and didn't update anything on Facebook for just as long. As a matter of fact, it wasn't until I went to the barbershop one week later that I was somewhat back to normal. It was there where other Rangers fans were struggling to get over what happened as well. We ended up becoming each others' support group, right there on the spot. It didn't completely take away the pain, but it was definitely a start. —Kenny

Philadelphia Eagles vs. New England Patriots: Super Bowl XXXIX

Kenny and I are what you might call Donovan McNabb apologists. In 2012, our ability to apologize for any and everything that McNabb does and has done has faded to oblivion. Kenny's focus is on his own quarterback right now, Tony Romo of the Dallas Cowboys. Me? My new favorite quarterback and person I apologize for is Cam Newton, and he's awesome.

However, the reason why I bring up the fact that we were both once "apologists" is because it shaped our entire lens in how we saw Super Bowl XXXIX take place in front of us. You see, I truly believe Ken and I wouldn't be the brothers we are today if we didn't have a strong mutual appreciation for Mac-5. It went beyond irrational.

For every two passes that were spot-on and beautiful, a third would be an egregious overthrow or a slider in the dirt. Ken and I saw that as Superman proving to you ingrates that he was, in fact, human.

For every regular-season performance of dominance that McNabb executed under the watchful gaze of head coach Andy Reid, there would be a big NFC Championship game where McNabb would put up a dud of a performance. Ken and I saw it was his teammates weren't worth a damn, his coach was picking boogers and the fans were ungrateful.

For every press conference and interview, where McNabb would effortlessly navigate the media's pestering questions with charisma and courtesy, there would be an interview where McNabb got picked and prodded. Sometimes, by his own players. Ken and I saw it as McNabb being the bigger man, not needing to make a statement to the people. He was a made man.

Yet, that was the problem. He wasn't a made man. He needed that Super Bowl to quiet the critics, the haters and the doubters. *LeBron James nods approvingly*

The Patriots defeated the Eagles on that day 24-21, and all I can remember are all the players that I'd built up in my mind. The players that I believed in and what a title would've meant to their careers.

The fact that Brian Dawkins might go down as the most underappreciated safety of all time, and that as the heart and soul of the Eagles defense, a Super Bowl victory would've meant the world to him. It hurt my heart.

The fact that Terrell Owens put his football livelihood on the line, with two screws in his ankle, to put on one of the greatest Super Bowl performances I'd ever seen. That a title would've made incontestable that he was one of the three best wide receivers of all-time, instead of someone who's mental capacity is always up for questioning.

The fact that I truly believed that Brian Westbrook was the best running back in football, that his productivity was comparable to no one in the game at that time. A title would've made the little man the prototype of what a running back could and should be.

The fact that Donovan McNabb was supposed to be the prototype of what a real quarterback was supposed to be. A dual-threat in every sense, but still unequivocally a quarterback. A title would've quieted those boos on draft day, made the fat man coach look like a genius and prove that those wide receivers really weren't that bad McNabb had the heart to win a title.

Unfortunately, the Patriots were the better team, and the Eagles ultimately beat themselves. That's why it's the hardest game for me to watch, because I'd invested so much in a team that ultimately couldn't figure out a way to overcome its own demons. —Ed

Sacramento Kings vs. Los Angeles Lakers: Game Six of the 2002 Western Conference Finals

“Kinfolk, can you watch Amalia for me? I wanna go out and kick it.”

“Sure, it’s nothin’. Kings and Lakers are playing tonight, and I’m gonna stay here to watch it anyway. It’s cool, man. I’ll watch her.”

“Alllllllllready. I’ll bring her over before the game starts.”


The conversation above was between my best friend, Anthony, and me on May 31, 2002. Poor Amalia - the baby was less than a year old at the time, and she had no idea what she was in for that night. At the same time, I should thank her for being there. If it wasn’t for her, I probably would have killed somebody.

It was literally because of her that I didn’t completely lose my mind while I watched the game. Still though, it is a game I can never watch again, because it was the first time I felt as a fan of the NBA that my intelligence was being insulted. People can rationalize the Kings losing that game and the Lakers winning it all they want, but when you have Lakers fans even admit that that night in Staples Center wasn’t on the up-and-up, then that tells you something. Lakers fans are known for being (arguably) the most sensitive fans in sports, but they’re not totally unreasonable. Game Six of the Western Conference Finals was so insulting, so ridiculous and so foolish that, 10 years later, people still talk about it like it happened yesterday.

I had never seen a player commit a foul with his nose until I saw Kobe Bryant give Mike Bibby a forearm shiver from hell (keep in mind that Bibby was firmly planted in front of him; he wasn’t moving at all). Yet, the foul was called on Bibby! Up until then, I had never seen a parade of free-throw shooting in a fourth quarter like I did when the Lakers went to the line 27 times (however, I did see something similar happen eight years later, but that story is coming later). There were other instances of tomfoolery in that game that were cringe-worthy as well.

Simply put, that game is one that, while I have on tape somewhere at home, I will never watch again. It isn’t because of some sense of heartbreak or even that the Kings were my team. Hell, Chris Webber is one of my five favorite players of all time, and as much as I wanted him to win a ring, even that isn’t why the game is so unwatchable.

Instead, it was because it was the first time that I felt like my love of the game was being compromised by forces that were much bigger than anything I had ever seen before. —Kenny

Indiana Pacers vs. Chicago Bulls: Game Seven of the 1998 Eastern Conference Finals

I present the box scores of the Chicago Bulls and the Indiana Pacers in the series-deciding Game Seven in the 1998 Eastern Conference Finals. Let's peruse three quick points that will infuriate the shit out of me.

  1. Chicago out-rebounded Indiana 50-34: What's more infuriating about that egregious rebounding differential is that the greatest rebounder of our generation, Dennis Rodman, only had six of them. Rik Smits, what in the hell were you doing besides teetering on fouling out? Anybody ever heard of boxing out? Indiana only had 56 shot attempts versus Chicago's 76? *Reaching DEFCON-1* 
  2. MJ and Pipp shot a combined 15-of-45: Oh, and if you didn't know, that's a field-goal shooting percentage of 33.3%. Yep. In a deciding Game Seven that would ultimately be the last season of his career as a member of the Chicago Bulls, Jordan put up a major dud. Yeah, he got to the free-throw line, rebounded and dished the rock, BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!!?!! *Reaching Angry Corner mode*
  3. Toni Kukoc and Steve Kerr couldn't miss from three: Okay, technically they only made six threes, but damn, I thought I was going to die at my Grandmama's house every time one of them went in. Larry Brown was convinced that Derrick McKey could guard Kukoc, you know, since McKey was supposed to be a defensive stopper. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... Derrick McKey went "Salute Your Shorts" mode and got roasted, toasted and burnt to a crisp by Kukoc for seven games. What was worse was that Steve Kerr seemed more open that a wide receiver running routes against the Dallas Cowboys secondary. It was sickening. *Reaching Trey throwing haymakers at Brandi's house while crying after getting ambushed by the cops*

However, the real reason why this game is extremely hard to watch is because I was the one guy who wasn't a Michael Jordan fan. Nope, I loved Reginald Wayne Miller. I loved him. I wore my replica Pacers #31 Miller jersey with pride at Eisenhower Sr. High School. While everyone else wore their Air Jordan XIV's and Bulls jerseys flooding the hallways, I'd get chided and ridiculed like I'd crossed over to the dark side. My only retort was to talk back, defend my squad, defend my honor and hone my verbal shit-talking skills in a manor that Reggie Miller would even be proud.

It's funny that the man is hated more now because he's annoying as shit doing color commentary. It's funny, because we loved his color commentary on the court, especially when going up against Jordan. Reggie was so ignorant that he didn't know any better in being afraid of Jordan. The man got MJ to engage in fisticuffs, talk back in ways we hadn't seen since Bulls vs. Knicks, and look uncomfortable at times on the court. We'd never seen it before. It was unprecedented. The change was finally gon' come, courtesy of Sam Cooke.

Unfortunately, Toni Kukoc and Steve Kerr kept shooting. And shooting. And shooting. They shot down my ultimate dream, to wear my Indiana Pacers jersey as a champion, instead of an afterthought.

Boston Celtics vs. L.A. Lakers: Game Seven of the 2010 NBA Finals

Editor's Note: Two perspectives on this final game. First Ed, then Ken.

ED: It was the best basketball I'd seen Rasheed Abdul Wallace play in years.

There's a saying the old men say, and it's that if you're going to out, go out in a blaze of glory and don't leave anything in the chamber. Rasheed Wallace knew that this was the end of the line for him, that there wouldn't be a meaningful game left to play after Game Seven, and for the first half of the game, he balled like he was at Gratz High, Chapel Hill or in the Rose Garden.

I'd like to think that Kevin Garnett was motivated by the yeoman's work that Rasheed put in early during Game Seven. KG had started to become the big man that I loathe the most: a 6'10" shooting guard. Not that KG's jumper isn't effective, but there's something that's deliberate and authoritative about a big man going down in the post and giving the business to the opposing team. Garnett was a killer in this regard. At least he was at the peak of his super powers. By 2010, and coming off a knee injury, he'd began relying on that jumper way more than I was comfortable with.

Yet there was 'Sheed and KG, getting buckets for the Celtics. Nothing long range either. Everything was mostly at the rim, outside of a scant 10 or 15 footer just to keep the Lakers defense off-balance. What's memorable too is how well Big Baby Davis played, whose only purpose seemed to be to want to make the old men on the team proud of him. Even Big Baby balled out. Those three carried Boston to a 49-36 lead early in the third quarter. Everything I believed about this Celtics team was coming to fruition. That the Celtics were just a more grizzled, seasoned and savvier team than the dastardly Lakers. This was it, the dagger would be driven through the Lakers' heart.

Unfortunately, Doc Rivers inexplicably went away from his three bigs. He had Paul Pierce and Ray Allen over there, who were also leaders on this team, struggling. Doc continued to go to Pierce's well, Allen's well, to pull out one last bucket of greatness from his perimeter stars. It never materialized. Pierce and Allen shot 8-for-29.

To be fair, I don't think it was the stat line that sickened me. It was sickening to see Pierce and Allen continue to fire away, disregarding any logic and game plan that Rivers and the organization had laid down for the entire season. Share the ball, keep moving, play for others. Pierce and Allen were playing hero ball at the worst possible time, and Doc Rivers never did anything to stop it.

Maybe he shouldn't have. It isn't like they hadn't done it before to tons of success, but it's probably more to do with my investment in Rasheed. Knowing Kenny's investment in KG. Watching Big Baby go hard as the baby brother. Rivers still had shots in the chamber, and he didn't use them. I'll never forgive Rivers for it, and that's why I can't watch that game.

KEN: To this day, it is the most disgusting meltdown mine eyes have ever seen. However, it is one that I saw coming from a mile away. The Boston Celtics had a despicable habit of blowing fourth quarter leads throughout the 2009-10 season, and they picked the absolute worst time to have their worst trait (the inability to finish off foes regularly) come back to bite them. Sure, teams blow leads all the time, but for a team like Boston, a team with vets galore, to do such a thing, in Game Seven at that, it's absolutely unforgivable.

When 'Sheed started the game in the post and got back-to-back buckets, I jumped out of my seat and lost my mind. It wasn't that 'Sheed scored; it's that he made a concerted effort to play Grown Man Basketball. Even though I had a feeling that things could go wrong later, I knew that if Boston rode it out, Boston could not only win Game Seven, they could do it in convincing fashion.

But even with the lead extending through the half and into the third quarter, it seemed like the game was going at a snail's pace, which truly began to make me nervous. The Lakers never went away, they never folded the tent and Boston was unable to make them quit. The fact is that the Lakers chipped away at the lead for three quarters and as the game progressed, I began to accept the inevitable: the desired result on this end wasn't going to happen. Hell, I even begged Bill Russell to help the Cs win, to no avail.

I still call the fourth quarter of that game "The Worst Officiated Fourth Quarter of my Lifetime," because it truly is. With that said, Boston didn't make it any better by doing what they did all season: giving up the butt in the final 12 minutes. The whole adage of "The team who wanted it more won the game" is bullcrap because, to this day, I don't believe this game to be an indicator of that. I don't think sports is that simplistic. Moreover, it's a case of how bad habits, if not stamped out sooner rather than later, can surface and be fatal at the worst possible time.

To this day, this is the first time I've really discussed how this game makes me feel, because as soon as it ended that fateful Thursday night in June, I decided that I could never, and would never, watch it again. People will remember the 21st century Boston Celtics for a lot of good they brought to the game, but with one more ring, one they were on the cusp of earning, their legacy took a hit, an unnecessary one, and one I have no desire to relive again.

20 Replies to “The 5 Games That Will Never Be Watched Again”

  1. Let me be the first one to start the slow cap. Brilliant!

    For me, I can never watch any of the 2011 NBA Finals. But of course, we all know that. Nor can I watch Philly vs. Dallas in Week 17 in 2008. Nor can I watch Florida State put up the worst national title game performance ever vs. Oklahoma losing 13-2. How in Sam Hill did Scoop Minnis mess up in gym class? So much so that it caused him to miss the game!


  2. For me, 2008 NBA Finals Game 4 (Lakers blow a 24 point lead), 2008 NBA Finals Game 6 (nightmare), Tuck Rule game (Still think Brady fumbled), Super Bowl XXXVII (I don't even wanna discuss), 2001 AFC Championship Game (I still cringe when I see Rich Gannon get hit by Tony Siragusa), the entire 2004 NBA Finals (just terrible), the 2011 Lakers vs. Mavericks second round series (nightmare again), and for any of you hockey fans, Game 3, 2011 Western Conference First Round, LA Kings vs. San Jose Sharks (Kings blow a 4-0 lead and lose 6-5 in OT). Pretty long list.

  3. First and foremost, game 6 of the 1993 World Series is tops on my list, no doubt. He who shall not be named with a walkoff to win the whole thing, thanks to Mitch Williams' second blown save of the Series. I hate Mitch Williams. I hate him so much.

    That Super Bowl is definitely on the list, but the 2003 NFC Championship Game, the final football at Veterans Stadium, is worse, definitely one I will never watch again. Joe Jurevicius running rampant on the Eagles. I still nightmares over that one.

    Third is probably the 2005 Michigan-Penn State game. I was actually at the Notre Dame USC, so I didn't even watch the game live, but I watched the replay of it. Mike Hart fumbled. Jason Avant stepped out of bounds. The clock would have run out but he officials inexplicably gave Lloyd Carr more time. Penn State loses on the final play, spoiling their undefeated season. Terrible.

    Any game of Miami's first title. Everything was a foul in regard to guarding Dwyane Wade. It was disgusting. That would be 5, behind the aforementioned Super Bowl.

  4. Certainly the Bengals losing two Super Bowls were painful, but Bengals fans were so joyously shocked that they even got there, it really doesn't sting so much.

    The Buckeyes losing back to back National Championships definitely hurt more because we expect to win those.

    But the most painful loss of all has to be the 1995 Ohio State - Michigan game, also known as the Biakabatuka game. Ohio State was 11-0, ranked #2 in the country and had blown everyone out. Our roster was one of the greatest in college football history, with Orlando Pace, Sean Springs, Antoine Winfield, Ricky Dudley, Mike Vrabel, Terry Glenn and Luke Fickel. Oh, and Heisman winner Eddie George.

    Well, 313!! yards from Chimichanga and the season went up in smoke. I've always thought that, while losing the championship game was painful, losing the game before you get to play for the title is even worse. (Ask the '86 and '87 Browns fans who lost the AFC Championships to Denver).

    Cooper hung on for four more years but that game cemented his rep as a coach who could recruit like a son of a *&^%* but couldn't win when it was all on the line.

  5. Game 6, 1997 Western Conference Finals.

    John Stockton hitting a game winning three to send the Jazz to the Finals. The entire YEAR had been built in my mind as we're finally going to see Jordan vs. Olajuwon in the Finals and solve that murky ass argument about who was the team of the 90s so far. The Rockets got the WCF and came up against the Jazz.

    Something was wrong.

    There was no Kenny Smith, no Sam Cassell, no Vernon Maxwell at the point guard position. You know, ANCHORS when necessary. Oh no, we had Matt Maloney in there to save the day.

    Maloney got his ass torched for six consecutive games and the Rockets haven't sniffed that high of a level in damn near twenty years.

    Houston Oilers vs. Buffalo Bills, '93 Wild Card Game.

    For fear of me throwing my Mac Book clear across the room in frustration and anger about how we could blow a THIRTY TWO POINT LEAD AFTER HALFTIME, I will leave it at that.

    Great job gentlemen.

  6. -2002 NFC Wild Card Game Giants-49ers: To this day the ONLY time in my life where I actually was so distraught about a loss that I refused to watch the preceding playoff gams and actually missed the Super Bowl that year.

    -1998 Heat Knicks Game 5 First Round Series: Can anyone say Allen Houston!?!? DAMN IT!!!!!

    -2006 NLCS Mets-Cards: It's bad enough the Mets rarely get in a position to actually to go the Series but this one still hurts....just as bad as the 2007 pennant collapse. I mean really Carlos Beltran.....LOOKING AT STRIKE 3. SUCKERIFIC!!!!

    Great job Kenny and Ed.

  7. Enjoyed the piece. Good work gents. Two of those games I was so ambivalent about though. It would have been ideal if some of those championship games could have ended in ties. One being the Lakers vs. Celtics games seven you guys talked about and the the other being the Patriots vs. Eagles super bowl. Though seeing the Simon Gratz alum put in work is always a great sight.

  8. One thing about Game 6 of Sacramento v. LA. While game 6 was a travesty of officiating, Game 5 was almost as bad against LA. Game 6 was a make-up game for the terrible officiating in the previous game.

    LA was the better team, but the officiating just dragged out the series longer than it should. If all the Laker Haters out there want to console themselves by only focusing on one game, go ahead. I just had to set the record straight.

    The bigger travesty was Dwayne Wade and his parade of free-throws. That lasted almost the entire series.

  9. A bit behind in my sports reading but I enjoyed this post though it felt like therapy the way that Ken and Ed forced me to deal with my sports daemons. Three out of five of these were on my list and it hurt to read but that's also why this post is so good...accuracy, lol.

    The one game on my list,that I can recall, that wasn't listed was well pretty much every game after games 1 & 2 of the 2001 NBA Finals. I wanted AI et al. to win that though I know it was David and Goliath 2.0.

    Anyway, another good post gentlemen....

  10. Great article.

    Kinda feel happy & saddened that my Lakers appear on this list on the opposing end. (Eapexially with the zebras being brought up both times. '02, sure. Even I was caught off guard. But in '10?! Kinda reaching. Lol.)

    Awesome though. Took me through memory lane.

  11. February 3, 2008 easily tops the list. 1 made play, whether it was ASSante Samuel's dropped interception, stopping Brandon "Black Swan" Jacobs on 4th down, sacking Eli before "the catch happens" is the difference between a 4th Super Bowl title and the only 19-0 season for the New England Patriots and 18-1. That's the kind of game I'll never be over.

    The aforementioned Game 7 between Boston and the Lakers where Boston ran out of gas down the stretch and gave up a number of offensive rebounds. If Perk could've played that game, I think Boston wins by double digits.

    This past SB against the Giants again, because again, the Pats were foiled by a late drive by Eli's lucky ass and the Giants' (and their fans) are the cockiest bastards known to man now smh. "Fxck this" (c) Jay-Z. *walks out*

  12. It's the first time when i've seen your site. I can see a lot of hard work has gone in to it. It's really good.

  13. After this week, I literally am going to see a therapist. I need it, my beloved Raiders & Athletics are cursed. No other way to put it. Things were somewhat good in my early teens, seeing a combined 7 playoff apperences from October 2000-October 2003, but every single one of those 7 were ended with heartbreak. I see one Raider fan, AJ already posted about our shared misery. '01 AFC Championship Game, In the Black Hole! All because Wild-Card Baltimore upset #1 seed Pittsburgh, as our #2 seed Raiders Knocked off the Dolphins (Who we can't beat for shit these days, no matter how sorry Miami is) Siragusa Belly flopped Gannon. These days it'd probably be a $30,000 fine.. back then it just meant we had to try to beat the best defense of all time with a back-up. Not nearly as bad as the next year, landing in the #3 spot after choking week 17 vs. The Jets at home, having to play them again in the 3-6 game instead of getting the the #2 seed, a buy, and a home game in the divisional round. Instead we end up in that damn snow, with instant replay in it's infancy.. Adam Vinateri having some kind of kicking magic, and the beginning of the run & creation the most overrated qb, if not player in history. &AJ, it WAS a fumble, the refs admitted their mistake the next day. Then the next year, after a 4 game skid landing Oakland at 4-4, Rich Gannon came out a madman, going off finishing the season 7-1 losing only to who else.. the Dolphins. Winning an MVP, then demolishing through the AFC playoffs as the #1 seed beating the Jets & Titans. Super Bowl Bound! You couldn't slap the smile off of my face the day we beat the Titans to secure the AFC title. A short time later, one of our best linemen, Robbins goes on a Tijajuana bender while the team was in San Diego & Bumblin' Bill Callahan was exposed. He had been using the same playbook from the previous team. Grudens team. The coach now of Tampa Bay. It was 34-3 before I could blink. Int after Int, then.. the most dangerous thing in the world happened to me. HOPE. 3 straight Raider TD's, unfortunately accompanied with 3 missed 2-pt conversions, either way we were driving again! Down 34-21, could've been 34-27 w/ the 2-pt conversions. After tedious hours of scratching back into the game... disaster. Another Pick-6. 41-21. Game Over, just enough time left for guess what? Another Tampa pick-6. 48-21, making the game look a lot worse than it was. February 2003, the last playoffs i've seen my Raiders in. Then my A's, the moneyball years. Budget baseball. Losing 4 straight ALDS. 2-0 lead LEAVING New York headed home for game 3 & 4. Derek Meter somehow ending up on the 1st base line as Jeremy Giambi gave some sort of weak jogging dodge attempt while being tagged out at home. Losing to Minnesota the next year, only to see the Angels.. the AL West SECOND place Angels, beat them, then SF for the World Series, with that stupid little monkey. The next year was worse, up 2-0 to Boston, went to Fenway losing a gem by Mulder, then blowing a 4-2 lead in game 4 after Jermaine Dye hit a blast over the monstor that I was for sure sealed it. Then.. Game 5, Barry Zito pitching.. in Oakland, Miguel Tejada rounding 3rd for the would be winning run, only for him to be interfered with. Instead of putting his head down in one of the final 3 games that I can't recall which because they had become a blur of misery. He complained midway home, slowing down enough to get thrown out & not get the call. Then, having the bases loaded with 1 out, down 1 run in the bottom of the 9th of game 5, series winning run on 2nd, not to deliver. It was a long wait until finally, 2006. Frank Thomas hit 2 HR's in Minnesota, the A's defeated Johan Santana in his best season, deflated the Twins & took a 3-game sweep into the ALCS, where by default, the 3-seeded A's would have homefield throughout the ALCS against the Wild Card Tigers, and the world series against the NL. Having high hopes, they would soon be dashed after a 4 game sweep by Detroit. 6 long years passes. Then this Magical run from the A's, a team that was the best I'd ever seen. 13 games back of Texas. Somehow finishes at an astonishing 58-26, with too many miracle comebacks to count, including taking the division on the final day of the season, coming back from 5-1 to win 12-5. The reward for going 94-68? A trip to 88 win Detroit for 2 games, and facing the best pitcher of this generation in game 1 on the road. A 3-1 loss. Ok, we'll get 'em tomorrow. October 7, 2012. The saddest day of recent memory. A Noon EST start, 9 a.m. west coast, I stayed up all night to watch this game, I seen my team yawn through bp, never complaining about the start time. I then witnessed a potential 2-0 lead thrown out at home in the 3rd after a 4 hit inning, only to see the run matched by 2 singles & a groundnut in the bottom 1/2 of the inning. Then, hours of stalemate, until the 7th when Seth Smith reached 1st w/ 0 outs, Kottraras lays down a perfect 1st pitch sac bunt to get him to 2nd, followed by 9 hitter & unlikely RBI source Cliff Pennington comes up huge with an RBI single, 2-1. 7th inning, we got this. The bullpen is on a 26 inning scoreless streak. Runners on 1st & 2nd after recording the 1st 2 outs, here comes triple crown winner Miguel Cabrera. Who Sean Doolittle gets to pop up to center, in the worse possible spot. Coco Crisp running full speed to get to the ball bobbles it, in & out of his glove twice, before it & my hopes & dreams hit the outfield grass.. 3-2 Tigers. This team has came back so many times, for once I didn't feel like it was over & sure enough, after a leadoff single Yoenis Cespedes, steals 2nd & 3rd!! With 1 out, now all struggling Josh Reddick needed was a fly ball to tie it, he didn't even need that as Cespedes scores on a Wild pitch to tie it! With all the pressure off of Reddick, he hit a fly ball... wellll over the RF wall. 4-3 A's!!!! No way the pen blows it 2x. They did 4-4 after 8 on a wild pitch, then Detroit wins on a sac fly in the 9th 5-4 after we left runners on the corners in the top of the 9th. I was crushed. Down 2-0, going back to Oakland for 3. Game 3, A's win 2-0, Game 4 after trailing 3-1 in the 9th, another miricale rally. Single, Double, 2-Rbi Game tying double!!! Still 0 outs, a pop up, and strikeout later, here comes Coco, the game 2 error still fresh on my mind, even though he had robbed Fielder of a HR in game 3. Redemption. Gamewinning RBI single!!!!! Series 2-2. Game 5 at home! Then here comes Justin Verlander. Tigers crush my A's, and hope built up from 2 wins, with a complete game shut out. 6-0 demolition. Magic Season=over. Then today, I catch up on my Raiders after a buy week & looking terrible early starting 1-3, playing undefeated Atlanta in Atlanta. They came out a different team, causing 3 turnovers leading to a 13-7 halftime lead, driving in the 3rd up 13-10. Palmer fumbles, Atl almost returns it for 6. But Darren McFadden made a TD saving tackle at the 2, and the defense who looked overly incompetent in the 1st 4 games got a goal line stand! Only a tie game, after a defensive battle, Oakland is driving to Put Seabass in position to win it. Then.. Asanti Samuel.. 80 yrd pick 6 :'( game over. Not so fast! Palmer marches the Raiders 80 yrds mythotically downfield to tie it at 20 with 48 seconds remaining. Just enough time for the Falcons to get in position for a 55-yrd FG. Which of course they made with 1 second remaining. I'm exhausted. I feel cursed as a sports fan. At a breaking point, i've decided to try to avoid hope at all cost. It is by far way too dangerous for my well being. The only good note is The Raiders don't play everyday like the A's, so I bid everyone the best of luck, if you're on this page you need it. I'm retiring to my bed, where i'll likely stay until I get an appointment & some antidepressants. FML

  14. I was born and raised in Chicago. Huge Bulls fan, and a big fan of MJ. That said, I loved Reggie Miller. A big part of that is what you said-he's one of the only people (Gary Payton also comes to mind) who didn't back down from MJ towards the end of his career. Other guys had not backed down from him earlier in his career, but those two come to mind as the ones who NEVER did even after he started being considered the GOAT. Reggie will always be in my top 10 favorite players because of that (and the way he handled the Knicks). Not top 10 best, but favorite. But, as far as MJ being a dud in this game-that's pretty relative. He had 28 points (which would be a fantastic game for anyone else). Yeah, he always jacked up a bunch of shots-but considering he's a 2 guard and the greatest scorer of all time you can't blame him for that. He just had an off night scoring wise. But he also came just shy of a triple double, and that was good enough to fulfill his promise that the Bulls would win that game. 28 points, 9 rebounds, and 8 assists in Game 7 of the Conference Finals is a feat 99+ percent of all players in NBA history would brag about. The fact those stats are considered an off night for MJ really shows how great he was.

  15. I agree with this article. I loved the Bulls-Pacers series in '98. Kukoc and Kerr shot the lights out! I also remember that horrific Game 7 of the 2010 Finals like it was yesterday. I had just graduated high school like 2 weeks before then. Boston was destroying the Lakers then in the second half, all hell broke loose. There was one play when Gasol got an and-1 but they replayed it and the ball was still in his hands when his foot touched the floor, and they still kept the points. And Kobe was awful. He was like 6-24 in that game. Gasol was good though in the whole Finals, regarding that and-1.
    One game I think should've been on this list was Game 6 of the Spurs-Thunder WCF. SA was up by like 18 at the half, but then OKC came back and won, not to mention the Spurs were up 2-0 then lost four straight. In the 3rd quarter, Tiago Splitter played 5 seconds and he was supposed to help Kawhi Leonard trap KD, but Splitter was guarding Perkins (who didn't do squat) and helped late. You can see Popovich yelling at him afterwards and put him back on the bench. At the end of the game, even Tim Duncan said he felt like the officiating was bad. I think it was because the league wanted a Lebron-Durant Finals, but even that one ended really quick in 5 games.

    1. Also, that 2011 World Series. I was born in Texas and I've lived outside if St. Louis for 13 years. I wanted the Rangers to beat the Cardinals so bad because I love the NBA and no one around here gives a crap about basketball. Too bad they lost.

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