Seven Flintstone-caliber ribs. Literally. After I finished off the first, and the rib was just bone, I promise, I could have hammered nails with it. Jackie O. ate one and RFD another. They mistakenly brought Jackie O. cole slaw, so I ate most of her cole slaw and she ate half my macaroni-and-cheese.
Then I ordered peach cobbler with ice cream, and it was the best thing of all. And everything was good.
I can handle a meal like that at noon. Didn’t eat the rest of the day. Eat that way at 6 p.m., and I would have been more sluggish than the Thunder.
CHATTING WITH HUBIE
It apparently was the last day of school at Texas Military Institute, an Episcopalian high school. Lots of farewells and such.
We went into the gym to interview various Thunders, but I don’t know. The acoustics in the gym are so bad, especially with everyone bouncing basketballs, it was hard to hear anything. The Spurs didn’t have a game-day shootaround, so most of the series media was on hand.
I took the opportunity to chat with Hubie Brown, who back in the day was a heck of a coach and now is an even better broadcaster. Brown long has raved about the Thunder and did so again. You can read my blog about Brown here. He had a great description of the injury to Ibaka. “Rolling snake eyes,” two years in a row.
One of the fun things about the NBA beat is meeting guys like Brown, and the late Jack Ramsay. Giants of the game. Great minds.
I learned more basketball from five minutes with Hubie Brown than I get from a season’s worth of talking to Scotty Brooks. And that’s not because Brooks doesn’t know hoops. He’s just careful with what he says.