Friday Night was among the most amazing games ever, more accurately the last 1.0 seconds of Friday Night. 

You can have the highest highs, but without the low-points there is no rollercoaster ride. It's the rollercoaster ride that makes the emotion so sweet.  Or as I often say, Snow White isn't a very interesting story if you start when she wakes up.  You have to feel the sadness of her sleeping, feel the helplessness of the dwarfs for the joy of her awakening to mean anything.

So first of all, thanks to Hedo for providing the set-up for LeBron.  Without his floater to put the Magic ahead 95-93, the moment would never have been so sweet. After his shot the Q fell silent.  It felt sick.  People were stunned.  Faces hung low, cradled in their hands.  Rally Towels stopped waving. Then the thought of being down 0-2 sunk in for the next 60 seconds as the teams collected themselves in a time out.

60 seconds separated the Hedo shot and the improbable inbounds play.

During any game, I make a lot of little decisions:  What jersey to wear, what flavor Gatorade to drink, which girl to flirt with, which Magic Fan to taunt, and how far to proke and prod any fan.

I was sitting in the corner of the court when Hedo's shot fell.  As the 60 second clock started, I remember vividly watching a disgusted fan jump out of their courtside seat and head for the exit. 

As he walked by me, I had that little decision to make.  Should I stop him?  Do I clown around and make a big show of making him sit for the last second?  Do I chase him off? 

I made the decision to let him go without any furry fanfare.  As I watched him walk off, I thought about what separated him from the other 20,561 people (assuming no one else was leaving).  Faith. 

It did seem hopeless, but what made this moment so special is that we collectively held on to that thread of hope.   However faint, we held on to our faith.

If I had more, I might have stopped him and demanded he see this.  But I had some.  Enought to stay.  Enough to stand.  Enought to believe. Enough to be a witness to history.  Enough to to risk being wrong to feel the moment of being right.

And it was amazing. 

I am making the decision this morning in my award-winning blog not to call out that fan any more.  I feel bad that he didn't share the faith.  Not only did his miss a rather magical moment...but after that one second ticked off 20,561 fans would forever have a story about seeing that amazing turn of events. 

And that fan will have a story about how he got out of the parking ramp and onto the freeway in record time. 

I hope to see him next game and confirm his faith has grown.  Keep the faith...all the way.

--dog

In case you live on the moon and missed the massive media attention surrounding my hike up to the top of Tower City (one of our two buildings, copyright Mike Polk), here are some of the clippings.

I have some additional video, but I am a little backed up...so my award-winning bloggings are backed-up as well.  I was able to fire off this blog by just ripping the efforts of others (another blogging staple)....I hope you enjoy.

Here are some more photos from Tower City.

Here is my favorite shot, from Cav's Front Office Guy/UofMN Baseball Legend Carl Manteau.

I was up two days in a row to make this happen...this was on day 2.  On day one that NOISE flag would have blown off and landed in Erie.  I was thankful for the "calm" winds on day 2.

Speaking of thanks.  Big thanks to Chuck and Steve at Tower City for opening all the secure doors allowing us up top and for PR savant Dana for pushing me out onto the ledge.

The view was topped only from hearing Greater Cleveland make some noise when the big flag unfurled.

--Dog

I would rhetorically ask if you ever had that dream where you showed up at school and had forgotten to put on pants when you got dressed.  I don't need to ask you, since I know you have had that dream (or actually did it)....since it's standard dream stuff.

So Friday I showed up at the graduation ceremony at Erieview Elementary....and I walked in only to discover that I wasn't wearing pants. 

So I pinched myself really hard.  Minutes later I awoke.

As it turned out, I didn't awake from a dream.  Rather I pinched myself so hard that I passed out.  Despite my quasi-awakening I realized that I was living the dream.  I had indeed forgotten my pants.

Luckily I wear my jersey long....

Embarrassed as I was, I didn't want to short-change these students in the midst of their graduation celebration.  So I sucked it up and just acted like it was no big deal.

The students were non-plussed, but a lunch lady, 2 librarians, and the music teacher fainted as I walked the halls.

As noted, it was students that I was concerned with....and they all seemed thrilled that I stopped by, with or without pants.

Perhaps I do this more often.

Dream on.....it will never happen again.

See all the nightmarish photos here.

--dog

It's really a shame that we ditched Rise Up for One Goal....not that it's a better marketing slogan for the season (it's not), but the synergy between Rise Up and my Monday morning balloon ride to help promote the upcoming Pixar Movie UP would have been just too much to ignore.

I don't think you can be over the age of 4 and not thought about how many balloons you would have to have to lift you up and float you around the neighborhood.  I always thought the number was between 220-228, but on Monday I found out the number was 65.  65 Balloons was enough to lift my svelt, rippling broad shoulders (and all the attached parts) high into the rarified air of the CSU Convocation Center.  I felt totally convocated, which was surprising since I don't know what that means.

So here is the deal.  To promote the movie this crew travels the country to find the biggest of the big media darlings to ride on a chair tethered to 65 giant helium balloons.  As the award-winning blogger and resident media darling, of course they called me to partake.  And partook I did. 

Here are 38 photos documenting my total fearlessness.

It didn't take a free ride in a sweet lazy-boy chair 80 feet into the air for me to want to see this flick....I am all in on May 29th (pending my playoff schedule) to see this movie. I love all the Pixar stuff and this one sounds to be an instant classic. 

Perhaps I will break new ground and give a full movie review here in my award-winning blog when I see UP later this month.  I had thought about reviewing Star Trek which I enjoyed on Sunday Night.....but I am still trying to make sense of it.  There was a time/space continum break, which altered the lives of some of the crew, until they re-entered the black hole 25 years later, which was only a short time for people on the other side of the black whole, and then the young Captain Kirk who never met his dad, met an old Spock who had been put on an ice planet 25 years in the past by Nemo, and later new Spock met old Spock who decided not to say "Live Long and Prosper" to young Spock since it would have been self-serving (and appearantly anti-Vulcan).  Oh and Uhura and young Spock are a couple.....which might have been more confusing than the previous plot summary.

As I said, I opted out of the review, since it all doesn't quite make sense to me. Then I was told that the guy who directed this also directs LOST.  Oh.  Now it all makes sense....in a nonsensicle way.

Finally, 2 declaws up for movie popcorn.

--dog

Another day, another win.  This time with the added task of sweeping up after the watch party.....a task I am happy to do.  I plan to whistle while I work just for good measure.

I had the good fortune to join about 1.4 million passionate Cavalier fans at the Mayfield Boneyard for tonight's Watch Party (aka Game Watch, ™ Kathy Layman).  First of all....I guess the idea is that every Boneyard has to be bigger and better than the previous.  Go big or go home.  Bigger is better.  Go yard.  You get the idea, this place is as big as Charles Barkley's suit coats.  Good thing, since as noted, there were a great many fans at this party.

I would comment on the game, but I don't want to be a sore winner.  It should be noted that being a sore winner is better than being any kind of loser.  Here is the rankings.

1. Good winner
2. Winner
3. Sore Winner
4. Honest Loser
5. Winner who talks poorly-reasoned smack
6. Winner who is later found to have used winning-enhancement drugs
7. Earnest Loser
8. Loser who claims to have been injured during the loss
9. Sore Loser

There are some other sub-categories of this list, but you get the idea.  Far be it from me to belabor a point.  I am not one to go on and on about something.  Once I make a point, I like to move on to the next topic.  Beating a dead horse...it's just not my style.  I don't like to work in the Department of Redundancy Department, if you know what I mean.  And I know that you do.

Thanks to Cavs Marketing Savant Joel, I have an astounding 136 photos of the festivities in Mayfield Heights.  That's about 136 more photos than the Hawks Mascot took at their watch party last week.  I just care that much more.  Joel was wearing a battting glove on his camera-hand, so I assume he will not have blistered from the rapid and firm button depression action he utilized in the 136 action photos from the event. 

Click here to see the amazing collection of 136 photos, including shot of Olivier's rear, prom 2009, my broad rippling shoulders, and much much more.  Over 135 photos included in this collection.

Please, no calls on Tuesday morning.  As has become the custom after a sweep....I sleep in that next morning. 

See you soon....after Boston and Orlando finish beating each other up.  I plan to spend the next 4 night deciding who is more annoying Big Baby or Ray Allen.  I shall keep you posted.

--dog