Little Mr Mahatma

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Sunday, April 02, 2006

UCLA Pistons
Watching UCLA frustrate and dismantle LSU proved painful and exhilarating. Sure, it was great to watch the Bruins harass and attack until victory but the game looked strangely familiar.

"Big Baby"? No, that was Shaq. Tyrus Thomas? You must mean Kobe, right?

It wasn't LSU vs. UCLA, it was the Lakers vs. Detroit for the NBA 2004 Championship. Everyone predicted and expected the Lakers to dominate the Pistons the way they dominated everyone else. Besides, who were the Pistons but a bunch of no-names, working class stiffs. No one knew the names Rip, Chauncey, or the dude with the big 'fro. It was the Shaq-Kobe, I mean, the Kobe-Shaq show.

Supposed to anyway. You know what happened. The Pistons destroyed the Lakers with stifling defense.

Just the way UCLA - the UCLA Pistons - destroyed the LSU Lakers. And they'll do the same to Florida on Monday.

Go Pistons! I mean, go Bruins!!!

10:50 AM

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