'81: Feels So Good. Many more to come.

Split at the Garden. Strangler can't miss.

The Spectrum. Frontrunning fucking fans. Doc goes nuts. Fuck.

Down 3-1.

Sixers by 5. Can't bear to watch. 90 seconds left. No chance. I listen on the radio in my room. Somehow.

Bambi's block. They're coming home. I get this from my Dad the next morning. No guts. We laugh.

Sunday afternoon. Bird goes glass. Crowd goes nuts. Johnny rasps, "They came from three to one down!"

It's in the bag.

Bird's shot. Moses never had a chance.

Big party. "No place I'd rather be, 'cept French Lick."

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Next year. Same deal. Sunday afternoon. Fuck you, Caldwell Jones.

It's all right. "Beat LA." It's all right.