And the end is here…

Disclaimer:  The following post is just my opinions, thoughts, and love for my Oklahoma City Thunder team.  I don’t claim to know a lot about sports or basketball, so whatever I post, don’t take it personally.  If you do take it personally, I’m truly sorry you are that sensitive.

Last night, the Oklahoma City Thunder played game number 5 against the Miami Heat in the NBA Finals.  Miami was up 3-1 in the series and all they had left was to take this game to win the championship.  That is just what they did.

I am not a Miami Heat fan, and I am not a LeBron James fan.  If they showed him jumping up and down after the win one more time, I was going to shank someone.  Although now I’m torturing you by making you watch it.

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The Thunder made it to the NBA Finals, each year we’ve made it closer and closer, losing each year to the Champions.  We are a young team.  I say “we” as if I’m playing the game with them, but I have devoted a lot of time, money, and emotions while supporting them.  I am so proud of the Thunder. They have done so much for this city, and for this state.  They have put us on the map in a different way than being the state with the “really good college football team” or the place where that “awful man terrorized our country and blew up a federal building.”  Both of those things are part of our history/present, but to get recognition for something different is refreshing.

The group of mostly young guys have accomplished a lot, especially in this past year.  They faced a NBA lockout, which in turn shortened the season and made all the games they had to play seem back to back to back with little rest.  They persevered and made it to the playoffs, where we swept the Mavericks, beat the Lakers 4-1 in the Semi Finals, and challenged the San Antonio Spurs with a 4-2 win in the Western Conference Finals.

We then make it to the NBA Finals, playing against the Miami Heat.  Winning the first game at home, and losing the next four games.  We made a lot of good shots, played with heart, and whether you like it or not, had to deal with crappy referees.  You can’t really deny it, but that’s the way it was. However, we also made some bad decisions, shooting baskets that shouldn’t have been attempted, and just being reckless with the ball at times.  No team is perfect and we are a team that will learn from our mistakes and find power in our strengths.
I found this really funny, in a sad way: Either way, the Miami Heat are a good team and LeBron James is a phenomenal player.  I hate to admit it.  I do.  They definitely out played us in the final game, scoring 3 pointers after 3 pointers, taking shots and actually making them, and defending like champions do.   I’m a classy girl, so I will say it: Congratulations to the Miami Heat on your Finals win.

Another congratulations goes to my OKC Thunder Team.  You all did a stellar job this year.  Each year gets better, with being great team players and the athleticism increasing monumentally.  Also kudos to Scott Brooks and his coaching staff, I hope to see him back next year…  I look forward to next season already, and I know the Thunder will make this city proud no matter what.

Russell Westbrook is even growing on me.  I haven’t always been his biggest fan, yet I support him and all he has done for the team.  This is not an attack on him by any means, I actually kind of feel sorry for the guy because he can’t really catch a break no matter what he does.

Kevin Durant almost broke my heart in half last night.  I wanted to hug him when I saw this after he realized it was over:from here

Then after the game I see this and want to take him in my arms, hold him like a baby, and whisper “Now now, everything will be okay.” It was almost too much to handle, I may get a little emotionally involved.

It’s over and done.  I will always love the Thunder and I am glad they came to this state.  In a perfect world, all of the team would stay here and there would be no trades, but I know eventually some of my favorites will move on and leave.  I’m not going to think about that right now though.

Love Love Love.  Until next season my basketball friends!


iPhone sickness

When I was on vacation in Cancun, to make sure we didn’t get unnecessary international phone charges we turned off our phones.  Technology and social networking is such a huge part of our lives and to have it cut off for 5 days wouldn’t seem like a big deal, would it?  Even though we had our phones locked in our safe, I would catch myself looking for my phone or wanting to check it.  It was an automatic thing I did, and my other friends did the same thing.  To contact one another we had to actually pick up the phone and call each other’s room.  If we were out of the room, and wanted to contact one another, we would have to get up and walk around to find that person.  It was amazing, really.

I found it frightening how dependent I was on this tiny little technology square.  After a couple of days without my phone, the compulsion to check it was less and less.  It was actually pretty nice to be without it.  To have no idea what was going on in everyone’s lives on facebook, twitter, and the blogging world was very freeing.  When I got home, I found myself not checking my phone as much and just leaving it when I went places.  I didn’t like the feeling of needing my phone.
 A couple of days after I came back from vacation, I went to get a manicure. This lady came in to the salon to get her nails done and she was rude from the moment she stepped in to the place.  She sat down next to me to get her nails done and while the man was doing them, her phone started ringing.  She let it ring for awhile, then rudely made him wait to finish her nails while she picked up the phone and talked loudly on it.  After she was done, instead of turning it to silent, she just sits it next to her.  It goes off again.  She let’s it ring the full ring, then makes him stop again so she can answer it.  This goes on for about 10 minutes and everyone in the salon was getting aggravated.  These calls weren’t even important calls, we knew this because we could hear every word out of her loud mouth about guinea pig food and then a slew of demanding/degrading words to her husband, I assume.  Luckily I got done way before her, so I didn’t have to suffer her through her rudeness for very long.  Unfortunately, I seem to encounter people like that more and more these days.

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IN OTHER NEWS:  I leave for the Cayman Islands on Friday!
The Thunder play the Spurs tonight and if we win, we will be going to the NBA Finals!  If that happens, I am determined to go to a game, no matter what the cost!   That would be a dream come true!

500 days of cuteness.

This will be short and sweet because I have apparently run out of time to post anything of importance.

I just finished watching 500 Days of Summer.  I had seen it awhile back, but forgot what exactly happened.  The movie is sadhappy, but I won’t give anything away in case you haven’t seen it.  Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt are just too cute together.  I wish they dated in real life.

About 6 months ago they did this song together and I just love it so much.

In other news, the Thunder are tied with the Spurs 2-2.  We have a game tonight in Spurs’ territory, which makes me nervous, but I have faith in the Thunder.

I also haven’t ran in a billion years.  I feel like once I get back from vacation, I will be motivated and less lazy.  I do miss running, and even working out.  Motivation will find me soon, right?

Finally, a Thunder sighting!

Since I have lived in Oklahoma City and have followed the Thunder, it has been my goal to see/meet a Thunder player in person.

When the NBA lockout ended, I tweeted to a bunch of the OKC Thunder players.  I was psyched when I saw this tweet back from James Harden.

It doesn’t take much to excite me.

Last night, I went to meet T and some friends at the Biting Sow downtown.  Even though I drive downtown all the time, I seem to get lost easily.  I was driving around blindly with my window half way rolled down to hear the blues music and trying to find my way to the place.  I start driving down a street with a grassy median.  I’m slowly driving and there is a tall African American male, nicely dressed, about to cross the street in front of me.  He decided to stop and wait for me to pass.  He looked familiar so I slow down, and suddenly I realize who it is…

None other than Serge Ibaka, or Serge “IBlocka” because he’s a badass at blocking shots.

How am I so sure that it was Serge Ibaka?  I stopped in the middle of the road.  I didn’t slow down, I stopped.  With my window half way down. Staring right at him 3 feet from me.  Because I am so smooth and well-articulated, I said absolutely nothing.  I couldn’t find words.  He looked at me  like, “Lady, are you gonna drive on or not?”  I stopped and stared at him for a good 5 seconds, then drove on and called T immediately.  She was freaking out as much as I was, because he is her favorite Thunder player.

We considered going back to see if we could see him again, or as some would call it “stalking.” We decided against it.  You may think that a 26 year old woman would be more mature and not get so excited about such a small thing, but please don’t give me that much credit.

I leave you with this.
Helllloooooooo Serge.