Important Announcement: Half of those first two words were true.

On my late and unqualified analysis of Game 2: I’m a broken record at this point, but again, the big difference in how the Cavs and Lakers are playing the Magic, the grand show of moral fiber or whatever that made the Cavs lose and will lead to (in all likelihood) the Lakers winning, could be as simple as Rashard Lewis making his shot to steal home-court advantage for the Magic and Courtney Lee missing his. (To be clear if this gets out: the counter-point is definitely LeBron making an impossible game-winner with 1 second left, but here at Cavs: The Blog the party line is that was a narrowly avoided collapse saved by a spectacular play rather than stealing a game.)

Sometimes that’s basketball, folks. Sometimes it’s your year, and most of the time it’s not. This year appears to be the Lakers’. Yipee.

In any case, the good news is that I’ll be doing a real live radio appearance tomorrow, over the airwaves and everything. The story is that I interned on this radio station last summer, and this year the host of the show found my stuff around the interwebs and though it would be fun to have me come in as a guest/intern made good. The original plan was for me to come in as a Cavs expert during the finals, but there turned out to be conflicts. I’ll probably be on for like 5 minutes at most, but tune in anyways because it’ll be fun: the show goes from 3:00 to 6:00 EST, and the current plan is for me to be on around 4:00. Fitzgerald is awesome, we’ll be talking hoops and having fun, and I may unveil my Marc Jackson impression, which is the best Marc Jackson impression on the West Coast. Here’s the link to the show, with a “listen now” link for those of you not in the area.

By the way, continuing our “movies to make you forget” series, Zach and Miri Make a Porno led me to the revelation that I have officially outgrown Kevin Smith, a seminal moment in the aging of all in the Napster Generation. That is just an openly terrible movie in every way we judge movies in any sort of worthy manner. Basically, he just points the camera at Seth Rogen and Elizabeth Banks and hope enough good things will happen to make up for nothing else in the movie working to any measurable degree. It’s like the Cavs circa 2006. I really, really need to get basketball out of my head.