This about sums it up.

Q: So what happened last night?

A: I’m not 100% sure, as many fine wines had been opened in anticipation of a championship celebration. All I remember is the Cavs making pretty much every shot they took, a bunch of questionable calls (going both ways) by the officials, and a general sense that everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

Q: On a scale of 1–10, how worried are you now?

A: On the one hand, it seems utterly inconceivable that the Warriors could lose four in a row to choke this away. On the other hand, maybe that word doesn’t mean what I think it means. I thought it was inconceivable that they could lose a 3–1 lead last year, and we know what happened. So…6 or 7, I guess?

Q: What will happen in the next game?

A: Allah willing, there will be a regression to the mean and the W’s will finish this thing off, and there will be much rejoicing. Sadly, Game 5 is not until Monday, which means spending the whole weekend on tenterhooks. That’s a funny word if you stare at it for a minute. Tenterhooks.

Anyway, where was I? Game 5, right…well…I wanted there to be some drama in this series, and now we have some. Enough, I say! That’s enough drama! I’d love a good old-fashioned blowout on Monday, but I’ll take any kind of W we can get. Can I get an amen?