I'm almost...almost...hoping the Clips don't make it to spare the Naçion the indignity of being in the postseason with a losing non-winning record, which is sort of like showing up to a black tie function in your frayed jeans and your favorite ratty gym tee.  Besides, the Dodgers are playing great.

MSM sports reporters like to remind the public that they have unique access to players and coaches.  This privilege can present a dimension that a guy sitting at home just doesn’t have.  Whereas the blogger can offer analysis and opinion, reporters are able to hear Mike Dunleavy say something like this:

"From what I'm hearing, Dallas didn't play their guys," Clippers coach Mike Dunleavy said. "Obviously Phoenix played their guys, so it tells you they (the Mavericks) probably prefer to play Golden State than us. That's what it comes down to."

I know that coaches and players are no more honest in front of the microphone than are Ari Fleischer or Tony Snow, so I’m reluctant to invest too much into what they say in their postgame comments, but Dunleavy is priceless.  Do you really believe that, Coach?  Do you really believe that [a] Dallas doesn’t believe that they can grind either team into kibbeh nayyeh or [b] faced with a choice, and given that the Warriors have molded themselves into a confident, inexhaustible, coherent group of guys that clearly love to play basketball, that they wouldn’t rather see the Clippers?   

I guess Dunleavy has a point.  After all, how would Dallas ever prepare for a team that has used 24 starting lineups, a team that has shown all the intensity of Peter Gibbons after he decides to defy Lumbergh?  

Personally, I think it sucks that the most meaningful games of the season match desperate teams of professionals against the five guys who just happen to be sitting at the bar at the closest Applebee’s.  But elite teams have earned that privilege, the comfort of not having to worry about losing an essential piece at the most crucial time of the season.  If you don’t want to have the final week of the season come down to a crap shoot, then try not to suck so very, very much.  

Clipperblog would like to thank Jeff Pickett and John So for covering while Clipperblog was far, far away. If you ever want to escape the vagaries of your mediocre basketball team, try traversing the low country of South Carolina looking for a wedding site with your beloved sister, all the while trying to politely disregard every member of your immediate and extended family who believe deeply that they have the rare vision of exactly what that wedding should look like, a strange Pentecostal clairvoyance [with a Jewish tinge of course] delivered to them in a dream.  As stressful as it was, this comedy absolved Clipperblog of having to watch the past three games, and made the divestment and resignation a soft landing.