Breakfast Special: Warriors In 6. Not Warriors In 4.

By definition, in a six-game series, the losing team wins two games. More importantly, the losing team, usually the favorite in the series who starts at home, wins those two games at home.

Either they take the first two games, lose two on the road, come back home, and everything goes sideways in Game 5, or they lose one of the first two games at home, fall down 3-1 on the road, pull one back, then ultimately succumb to the enemy’s fans going bonkers and the atmosphere of a team knowing they’re toast if the series gets pushed to seven games.

So really, let’s not read too much into Houston’s Game 2 smashing of the Warriors, huh?

Especially since this was possibly the sloppiest 127-105 game two NBA teams can play.

James Harden stunk out the joint offensively, shooting 9-of-24 from the field and 3-of-15 (yikes!) from three on his way to 27 points. He couldn’t even draw enough cheap fouls to shoot more than six free throws (all of which he made, but still.)

Stephen Curry was so bad that people started wondering if he re-injured himself in practice. Curry was 7-of-19 from the field and 1-of-8 from out in the parking lot.

Klay Thompson was garbage; he scored just eight points on 3-of-11.

And Kevin Durant may have had 38 points on 13-of-22, but he was a ball stopper, running too many isolations and grinding the Dubs’ offense to a halt.

Still, Houston did what Houston does, shooting 51.8 percent as a team, hitting 16-of-42 (38.1 percent) behind the arc, drawing enough fouls to hit 21-of-27 from the line, dominating the boards (thanks to Harden’s spirited crashing of the defensive glass; the “Harden can’t guard anyone” narrative is deader than the surface of the moon, and the fact that Mike D’Antoni was the one who got Harden to buy in on both sides of the ball is the most baffling fact in NBA history.

And Eric Gordon had perhaps the most bizarre stat line of the night; the Sixth Man of the Year finalist had a Sixth Man of the Year game, scoring 27 points on just 15 shots (he made eight, including 6-of-9 from three, and led all players in plus-minus at plus-29 in 33 minutes.) Gordon doesn’t straight-up clown Harden most nights on the stat sheet like that.

Fact remains, only two Warriors scored in double figures. That’s the kind of collective yacking on themselves by a supporting cast you expect behind LeBron James and Kevin Love in Cleveland, not KD and Steph in Oakland.

And just a thought, but if I told you the Rockets only blocked one shot in the entire game, you probably wouldn’t have guessed that Gordon’s the guy who blocked it. Like I said, weird-as-hell stat line.

Griping about his shooting percentage aside, the double-double gets Harden man of the match honors:

And Gordon was beast mode:

How about a little help from the role players?

Chris Paul does things passing the ball that Magic Johnson wouldn’t have had the stones to attempt:

This was Iversonian in its old-school screw-your-Dark-Ages-it-went-in glory:

And there is nothing I love more as a guy who lived the first 25 years of his life in Boston than a city that knows how to come together as one in its sports scene:

Multiple-sport mascot photos in the same city will always make me smile. I live in Seattle, a terrible sports town (but then again, as Jim Bouton put it, “any city that cares more about its art museums than its baseball team can’t be all bad.”)

Anyway, I’ll try to cram a feature or two about the award finalists into this space over the next day or two, because gods know the league isn’t going to give us any actual basketball until Saturday night…which means no Breakfast Special until the weekend roundup Monday morning.

So why not take this time to hit the homepage, read some stuff you may have missed, maybe try on a few Analysis articles for size?

Stay tuned, and thanks for reading!