Not how I wanted to get back into this but.......

The Houston Rockets give me no choice.

I am glad I wasn't at home watching this. My wife would be have thrown me out or probably stabbed me with a rusty butter knife. It is not often that I get worked up like this, but it is happening.

You lost the first game at home.

You had to win this game.

YOU HAD TO WIN THIS GAME.

What do you do? You shit the bed with green diarrhea. I know this isn't the 94-95 Rockets. Not even close. But come on..... you had a guy smoke you for 46 points in Game 1. So, what do you do? You let him impale you with another 40-point game. Really, Kevin McHale? So, your Game 2 adjustment from getting raped was to ONLY get prison-shanked? Here is one of the first rules of coaching:

If the guy who just pancaked you with ONE PERSON guarding him isn't working, PUT ANOTHER GUY ON HIM. Double-team him. Push him. Foul him. PUNCH HIM IN THE GOTDAMN GOOCH. I DON'T CARE! Don't run the same bullshit ass defense out there so he can do it to you again.

MAKE AN ADJUSTMENT. Show the other team that you aren't going to put up with their shit anymore. Put Lamarcus Aldridge on his ass. Throw a double team at him. Do something. What you are doing right now is failing at the rate of a million wars on drugs.

DO. FUCKING. SOMETHING.

Now... on to Mr James Harden.

Dude...... we labeled you as the franchise. The man to usher in the next era of great Rockets basketball.

You are currently not succeeding.

This is supposed to be YOUR TIME. This is where the Mighty Beard is supposed to rise up and slay the beasts of the basketball world.

James? Mr. Harden? Hello? Are you there? HELLLOOOOOOO!

This is your wake up call, James Harden. You've gone out there and shit two greasy turds in the Toyota Center. This is real life now. The series is halfway over for you. There is a chance for you to take this team to levels that we have not seen since the 90's. Be the anti-McGrady. Be that guy who is going to take this team on his back and show the world that you are KING DADDY BALLSACKS.

Not the guy who is deferring to Dwight.

Your time is now, James Harden.

Actually, it begins......... no, fuck that.... it's now.

See you Friday night.