Never has cowardice been displayed so openly.
From the start, Viakanado feared Calderon's butter-like J. In one of the most disgusting displays I have ever witnessed, Viadako flopped (a practice I, as a San Antonio Spur, knew nothing about). 2 fouls later, and the Spanish Crossbow was benched-to Vindakado's delight.
He snickered as he buried threes like a child murderer does his infant victim. I was out-of-sorts. With only Turkoglu, Duncan, JJ, and Bonner, what token resistance could I offer? So I watched Vikadiko soared over the PIP Maximum of 30 on his way to a commanding lead.
As we all know, Calderon's game is like an M. Night Shymalan movie-the best part is always the first half, before it goes to shit. So with him missing his warm-up period, Calderon was not his usual self.
Until the fourth quarter.
That's when Jose came alive! Shot after shot approached the basket, some almost going in. THe spanish son of Wilt Chamberlain was simply unstoppable.
The score? Who knows. Maybe it was a tie. Maybe it went to Overtime. Maybe i lost by 45. That's not important.
What's important is that a statement was made. I now officially announce Calderon is running for the League Scoring championship.
Make your time, dogs. Make your time.
