Thunder, dust, Heat, and ash in the atmosphere under a blood red moon. Battle of the Elements: The NBA Finals should be a dangerous thing of beauty to watch!
The easy breezy Lakes of old have dried up. They have come up empty. Fruitless and barren as the dry ground. Spurs are rusting by the side of the road. Discarded like a set of dull Clippers. Those who have lost Pace have been Nixed in a matter of New York minutes. “Bless me lucky charms,” even the luck of the Irish could not save them.
