Caught out again

 Greetings this morning from soon-to-be Dryer Vent, In., where Dorothy and Toto blow away in 98-mph wind gusts one minute, and The 98 Degrees of Heat Index Hell are apparently on deck the next.

That's your local weather in a nutshell after last night's apocalyptic storm, and here's hoping you made it through without a tree falling on you. But if you think this is God punishing northeast Indiana for continuing to send Jim Banks to Congress, imagine what it's like being a prisoner-of-the-moment right now.

These NBA Finals are playing unshirted hell with those folks. And not even apologizing for it.

I mean, after Steph saved the Warriors the other night with that 43-point masterwork in Boston, the interwhatsis was actually debating whether he belonged in the same breath with Bird, Magic, MJ et al as the greatest clutch player in NBA playoff history. Talk was heard that he was absolutely, without-a-doubt the best player in the NBA, and that he's never gotten his due as such.

You can probably make a case for the latter. The former ... well, as they say, opinions vary. And sometimes they vary right on out to the intersection of Hey, Wait A Minute and Let's Pump The Brakes A Tad There, Sparky.

Especially after last night.

Because, see, after all that chatter from the prisoners-of-the-moment, they got caught out again. Steph the Great went out and became Steph the Mortal: Sixteen points on 7-of-22 shooting, and negatory-for-9 from the 3-point arc -- the first time in 233 games he hadn't made at least one three. It was left to Andrew Wiggins (26 points, 13 boards) and Klay Thompson (21 points, 5-of-11 from the arc) to save the day for the Warriors and send them back to Boston with a chance to wrap up the title in six games.

The prisoners-of-the-moment are probably thinking that will happen, the silly gooses.

The Blob is saying what probably will happen is a vengeful Steph will go off -- a 30-spot, perhaps, with six or seven threes -- but the Celts somehow will scrape together a win anyway. And it'll be back to San Francisco for Game 7.  

Where the Dubs will raise the trophy in front of the home folks. Write it down.