It seemed like we were taking on a team with a leg and a arm tied behind their back and, well, we still lost. Badly. Heat win 96-72 and we stay proud at 22-41. Represent!!!
Somebody crapped the bed again in the 4th, but with Jose and Linas licking wounds, it wasn't a surprise. Philly wins 93-75 and we love 20 more than anybody else in the league.
So close you could tell Durant wears Alfred Sung cologne. So far away that you could barely make out Harden's beard. Raps lose 91-75 after a horrible stretch in the second half. We remain stuck on 20 wins.