The Video Of All 27 Straight Missed Rockets 3-Pointers From Last Night's Game 7 Is Hauntingly Mesmerizing
I would sugarcoat this blog in case any Rockets fans are reading it, but I don’t think any of them are going anywhere NEAR a sports website today. To watch your entire dream season bleed out as your team built upon shooting the three misses 8 billion threes in a row is a fate I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Actually fuck that. That is exactly what I would wish upon my worst enemy. Especially when you consider that the Rockets were in control of that game without Chris Paul and just had to hit the shots that their entire offense is based around in order to survive the aerial assault Third Quarter Warriors. Instead the Rockets missed 27 threes in a row and were reduced to ash like SPOILER was at the end of Infinity War. I mean think about that. TWENTY SEVEN MISSED THREE IN A ROW by the team that set the record for most threes made and attempted the last two seasons, not to mention attempted more threes than twos this season. Some of those 27 shots weren’t even close either. How likely was it that the Rockets would miss 27 shots in a row? I’m glad you asked! (Please read this tweet in C-3PO’s voice).
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Brutal. Just absolutely brutal. Even when Daryl Morey says something like this, I can’t blame him.
Everything in Daryl’s robotic brain said that the Rockets should have won that game. The Rockets did exactly what their equations and pivot tables said they needed to do in order to win. But they didn’t. Because the shots have to actually drop in real life, which is why sports are so awesome when you win and so shitty when you lose.
Also, is it time that we let John Starks off the hook?
I’ve been told my whole life that John Starks choked in Game 7 of the NBA Finals. But if he choked, so did James Harden and Trevor Ariza. No regression to the mean or any other mathematical nonsense. To be honest, I have no problem believing there is some black magic voodoo spell that occasionally rises up in Houston and puts a lid on the rim from Three Pointland for whatever sorry soul gets consumed by the jinx.