What the eff? My Cavs just lost their
second home game to the Pacers here at the start of the Eastern Conference semi finals. A game in which we were up 20 points in the second half and up by 7 with a minute or so left in the game. But no, we have to give up a winning (for the Pacers) 3 with one second to go! And now we have to go back to Indianapolis trailing 0-2.
To be fair, we were without our starting PG, our starting power forward and a key reserve (De'Andre Hunter). But again, up by 20 at one point without all those guys. And also to be fair...I don't say this often, I swear, but I thought there were a couple of questionable fouls called on the Cavs towards the end, including two on Donovan Mitchell (one defensive, one offensive). We shouldn't have to beat both the Pacers AND the refs.
But also to be fair...the Pacers have been beating us all season.
Weirdly, God (or Fate or Kismet or whatever higher power you believe in) has been messing with me all season. Any time there's an important Cavs game, any time I watch, we stink. I watched most of game one of this series...we were losing most of game one. Tonight, I didn't turn it on until the start of the fourth quarter; we were up by 12. From then on, I flipped back and forth (one of the reasons I still have cable--you can't change channels as quickly with streaming services); every time I caught a snippet of the game, the Pacers were scoring or the Cavs were missing a shot or fouling an Indiana player. I know this sounds like a "jelly side down" situation (the old "does the toast land jelly side down every time you drop it on the floor or does it just seem like that because those are the times you remember?") but really, I'm starting to feel like a jinx.
Pretty sure I won't be watching a single minute of Friday's game.
