Orlando's second half coronary last night truly beggars belief. That is a GOOD team--relatively, objectively, individually, collectively. Then they shoot 4/37 in the 2H, 1/20 in the 4th, and their coach doesn't know how to make a T with both hands or grab his ass. Literally never happened before in the whole history of the NBA that a team scores 19 points in the second half.
There was a coach in this series putting a resume together a few days ago and his name was not Jamahl Mosley. His name was Bickerstaff, JB, the head man of the wire-to-wire Least leader on the edge of the abyss with two toes over. And if they lose tomorrow, he will be pushed over. But now it's Mosley. Actually, these two friends are standing shoulder-to-shoulder up there, for whoever loses Sunday will be selling fake watches out of a raincoat Monday.