My fat ass at 5'9" could block a dunk attempt by Dwight Howard if I was allowed to jump on his back, elbow him in the head then slap his forearm.
Cry a little more WOW. That description is ridiculous, I can imagine now how WOW would describe a kiss to the cheek--she jammed her palm through his oblique and blasted through the side of his skull with her lips, suctioning slightly as the blood pulsated through his epidermal capillaries. <Waaah>
Walton was owned! Period! Price owns the religion of Walton's grandmother's crusty underwear. That whistle would have been weaker than WOWs game. In fact, you have yet to OWN Reality the way Price OWNED Walton.
oh, msc:
WOW:
Wow, what a bunch of horseshyte calls in game 4.
WOW:
Not only are the refs bought for this game, so are the announcers.
Randy:
I can't believe this officiating though -- can't help but wonder if the same coalition that managed to get the Olympics in Utah helped get this kind of officiating in Salt Lake City.
Laker Fan:
TERRIBLE CALL!
oh and also
TERRIBLE NO CALL
. . . but I gotta say you don't ever use Refs as an excuse and thats laudable, well, except for boohooing about Price' fantabulous block.
A Walton Zanwich. Ze wooodie .....et iz cuming.
<SCREAMING!!>