Touche, Dwyane Wade. Touche.
I've been trying to think of something - anything, really - to say about last night's epic Bulls loss, but I only caught a bit of the fourth and the two overtimes, so I don't think I'm in much of a position to put that game in perspective. The general consensus seems to be that Wade could have gotten away with murder last night and it wouldn't have been called a foul, but that's what happens to superstars at home. It's just something you have to deal with.
The last sequence was obviously mind-blowing, one of those "did that really just happen" moments for sure. But I was just as impressed with the two leaping alley-oops Wade threw in overtime. It seemed like he was seeing everything two seconds before everyone else.
What did Pedro Martinez say a few years back about the Yankees? "I just tip my tap and call the Yankees my daddy" or something. Seems fitting.
Here's what BDL had to say:
And here's the final sequence:
On the plus side we have a pair of new ChicagoSportsWeekInReview (via SportsProse) videos to cheer us up. Can we call Paula Farris Chicago's version of Erin Andrews? Every city needs one.