And Down Go the Royals!

I am not trying to dog a cancer survivor/world series winner/no hitting pitcher Jon Lester, but you know that locker room is gonna be full of Royals jokes. Come on, how could they not...

Now, I don't want to talk about this, but I have must. Byron Scott lost that game last night. If you watched that game last night than you know the Hornets lost to the Spurs. To know why, check out the box score. Explain to me why Peja played 44 minutes when he was shooting garbage? Morris Peterson played 24 minutes with 2 for 7 shooting. Please. Byron obviously got a case of Veteran Fever. Julian Wright, hard nosed D-centric rookie, was an energetic piece that kept the team moving and stuck like glue to his opponent. It was obvious from the first quarter that Manu was gonna hit some series shots. Why leave Morris Peterson in when Bonzi Wells would distrupt his shot so much more. Why let Peja over help when you know Julian Wright would cover Bruce hardcore and those open 3s would dry-up.

These Playoffs just got a hell of a lot less fun... The Spurs AND Detroit still alive?!? Goodbye ratings, hello boring ball.

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