I have to confess with a heavy heart that Justise Winslow’s thorough domination of the Bucks in the first half caused me to discontinue viewing the game. I was getting MAD watching it. Like, literally, actually angry. I thought at first I might be “hangry”, but I was still mad even after I ate, and I knew it was because Winslow hit a whole bunch of bull-poo threes while the Bucks couldn’t throw a tennis ball in the ocean.
We all know how things turned out: the Bucks stormed back, taking control of the third and fourth quarters and won easily. From down by 20 at the half, they won by 15. And I missed all the good stuff. That’s what I get for being a fairweather fan, I guess. Remember those Heat fans who were begging to be let back into the arena after they left early and the Heat came back? That was me. I’m the early-leaver.
Winslow, for how good he was in the first half, which was frickin’ amazing, didn’t do much in the second half. He got one assist, and that was it. He had to go back to the locker room at one point, with many speculating that it was because he had to drop a deuce (he knows what happened to Paul Pierce and didn’t want to have to feign injury to get the brown out of his shorts), but it turns out that he really did injury himself. So he get’s kinda a pass for not doing anything while the Bucks made their huge comeback. The rest of the team, though, gets no pass.