Yo, grab a beer and sit down, 'cause I got news that'll make you realize even basketball ain't what it used to be. New York Knicks gave San Antonio Spurs a lesson in swagger, 105-95, in Game 1 of the NBA Finals. And not just anyhow, but on their home court in Texas, when everyone expected to see that Wembanyama, the French dude who's 7'4", put on a show. But nah, bro, Jalen Brunson, a 29-year-old kid, came through and dropped 30 points like he was playing at the schoolyard in Berceni. And get this: he got injured at first, limped to the locker room scared, but came back and wrecked everything. That's how guys with guts roll, like me when I get in my BMW and say "it's fine, bro, it's fine" even though it's leaking oil.
Now, let's get to the facts, 'cause I don't like to talk for nothing. Brunson scored 30 points, 13 of them in the fourth quarter alone, when the score was tied 94-94 and everyone was like "that's it, it's over." But he took the ball and led the team to victory, like a Bolt driver who knows every back alley in Drumul Taberei. Other Knicks players who moved well: Karl-Anthony Towns with 18 points, OG Anunoby with 17, and Landry Shamet with 13. On the other side, Wembanyama, Spurs' superstar, was the top scorer with 26 points, but shot like a broom: 6-for-21 from the field. Oh, and he grabbed 12 boards and blocked 3, but what good is all that height if you can't put the ball in the hoop? Stephon Castle added 17 points, Dillon Harper and Julian Champagnie 16 each. But it didn't help, bro, 'cause New York was slicker.
And now, check the schedule: Game 2 is also in San Antonio, Friday night into Saturday at 3:30 AM. After that, the series moves to New York on June 9, also at 3:30 AM. If a sixth or seventh game is needed, they'll be played on June 17 and 20. Who wins? I say Knicks have the first shot, 'cause Brunson is a true baller, not like some around here who just talk the talk.
I watch these games and think: look, that's how you make it big, not like here, when Mioara asks me why I don't play sports. Well, bro, at 42 with this belly, what am I gonna do? But at least I'm teaching Brian how to shoot, so maybe he'll end up like Brunson. Until then, let's see if I can catch a game at Fane's terrace, 'cause the view's better there than in my living room, with Mioara slamming doors 'cause I'm watching TV.
So, like we say, when Mioara says "let's save money," but she still spends on Lidl discounts. Cheers and go Knicks!
