Vibbs Investigates: The NBA Wants The Pacers To Fail

The fix is in. Thanks for nothing NBA. You send the world's worst officiating crew to Madison Square Garden, meanwhile you barely send a crumb of Pacers merch to NYC. All I wanted to do was update my gear, and all I got was not even a t-shirt, but a lousy, overpriced coffee mug. I'll just keep wearing the world's most uncomfortable warm-up from what looks like the ABA era. A time when they didn't care if the material you were wearing would immediately catch fire if you so much as looked at an open flame. Oddly enough, I'm getting pleasure out of this shirt cheese grating my nipples to bloody nubs. Didn't know that was my thing, but here we are with a new kink. A 1930's wool baseball uniform would seem like a lighter option on a hot summer day compared to this shirt. It's fine. Mornings after a Pacers' win will forever be legendary when I'm sipping out of my victory mug. 

The Knicks fans in this video that are working at the store that can't believe they are seeing a Pacers fan in real life. It's like they stumbled upon a mythical creature. Then without hesitation call Bigfoot a loser. Never change NYC. I respect the hell out of it. This perfect rivalry is back, and I'm loving every second. While we aren't the largest fan base, Pacers' fans are now more united than ever after a roller coaster Game 1. Hoosiers everywhere are locked in and ready for war. Circle the wagons. This is our Alamo. Outnumbered, and ready to die for our great state. The back and forth on the stream Monday night was exactly what this series should be, and I expect nothing less tonight for Game 2. Tune in 8pm.