I live in Colorado Springs, and I flew out to Indiana for a game (originally from Indiana, die hard). Hornets-P's. First row behind the scorers table. Oh yeah baby.
Chris Paul is my favorite player besides Granger. This game was supposed to be great.
I made a big mistake.
You know the story about Bosh’s girlfriend and LeBron? That happened to me tonight. I was chatting it up, Roy stretching right in front of me and I told Foster to snag 10 offensive boards for me. I gave Diener a cheer after he practiced fade away 3's with a hand in his face (came in handy with that shot clock buzzer beater). Great game, great view.
Then came the fourth quarter. The P’s had a solid lead (7 I think, so not solid lol) and CP wasn’t showing up much directly on offense, missing several jumpers. He came to check in at around four minutes, and I was in complete Pacers mode. Without thinking, I murmured, “CP ain’t ****.” He quickly turned around and said, “What?” High off the fact that he even acknowledged me, I said, “Yeah, you’re lucky T.J.’s not playing.” He replied, “Yeah, I prayed for that last night,” and rolled his eyes and laughed condescendingly. I was in complete disarray, and said to the man that I had so passionately spoken in MVP support for last year: “You shouldn’t have even been mentioned for MVP last year, Kobe is way better than you.” He laughed and walked off. My friend gave me the “what have you done” look. I thought to myself, "God, what did I do.
CP, the passing machine, stopped passing then. He began to shoot every time he got the ball and took over the game, scoring 11 points in the final 3:36. He even took an insane fade away with Murphy right in his face, swish. I was standing and cheering passionately every time Granger hit a big shot, I was cheering Jack on defense (personally, I hate Jack so this was hard).
After a timeout, he walked from the bench to halfcourt smirking and smiling, staring me down the whole way. My friend turns to me and says, "holy crap, is he looking at you?" only to see me staring CP down in the eyes, shaking my head. With 26 seconds left he drove, danced around with the ball and hit West for a wide open jumper to win it. I thought the game was over, but it wasn’t.
CP went over, took a photo with someone, then walked in my direction. I stood up. He stopped directly in front of the scorers table and, pointing a solid finger, said in LeBron fashion, “It’s your fault. It’s your fault.” My legs began to shake. What did I do.
So this is my formal apology. I truly am sorry guys, I was just being a Pacers fan. I didn't mean to do this, and we should have had a good win tonight.