TAHLEQUAH — Full disclosure: I no-showed in this spot on Saturday night and if you follow me on Twitter than you know that it wasn't an accident. There was no technical difficulty, no faulty internet connection, no power outage. I just couldn't do it. Blowing a 26-point lead made me really thirsty.
When Durant's now infamous three-point bucket caromed a fourth time, died, and rolled gently into the cylinder, I had nothing left to offer; nothing printable, anyway.
I'll never be any good at writing from the sterile, unemotional (see: dispassionate?) perspective routinely embraced by my peers. It just doesn't suit me and, frankly, I have no interest in being disingenuous for the sake of professionalism or objectivity. I write to entertain, not to gain the approval of self-appointed hall monitors, and listening to the same person complain about the same things every few days is not entertaining – it's redundant and annoying.
I care about Oklahoma City basketball more than most, and the way the Thunder has played in these playoffs leaves me without much positivity. I'm tired of watching Sefalosha and Martin stand next to each other on the wing. I'm tired of watching Reggie Jackson and/or DeAndre Liggins sit on the bench. I'm tired of wondering if Serge Ibaka still plays for the Thunder, while James Harden continually reminds us that he is a Rocket.
1.) Most of all, I'm tired of the runs.
Not those runs, these runs: In Game 2, OKC led by 15 in the fourth quarter before allowing the Rockets to outscore them 21-2 down the stretch. In Game 3, the Thunder led by 26 (26!) only to allow Houston to rally and take the lead late. In Game 4, the Thunder once again led by double digits just before halftime, and promptly handed the Rockets a 15-0 run to eliminate the advantage.