#WeAreThunder

Yikes. I’m slacking. If I say that every time, does that mean I’m just a slacker? Because I promise I’m not in real life…

Anyhoo, I have read a couple books recently that I’ll post about (loved them both…I know the suspense is killing you), but this post is dedicated to my wonderful Oklahoma City Thunder (yes, the team is mine).

Photo from nydailynews.com

That picture is not only a great photo, but also a pretty good representation of what Thunder fans were going through…oh, these entire first two series of NBA playoffs. I know I lost some confidence when our first round with the Memphis Grizzlies went seven games, but I thought we were sure to come in and kick some Clipper butt. I was wrong… Chris Paul broke his personal record for three-pointers and they beat us by 17 points. All in all, the series was a bit crazy. In Games 4 and 5, each team lost huge leads in the last few minutes of the game. I was at Game 5 in Oklahoma City when we miraculously came out with a win after being down 13 with four minutes to go, and down 7 with 49 seconds to go (and playing like crap the whole time, mind you).

At the end of the game, Russell Westbrook was fouled on a three-point shot. Those free throws put us ahead and won us the game. The picture above shows Kevin Durant with his back to Westbrook…he couldn’t bear to watch. I was also at the game in 2012 when we won the Western Conference title against the San Antonio Spurs, and that was the loudest I’d ever heard the arena…I have to say Tuesday evening was a close second. When Westbrook made those free throws, the crowd erupted. When Serge Ibaka held onto that ball from Chris Paul, the crowd EXPLODED. The entire crowd (those who hadn’t left anyway) remained for a good five minutes cheering and jumping and screaming and crying tears of joy on the inside.

I saw this story on Twitter yesterday and it talks about how Durant wasn’t the only one who missed those free throws… people in the stands and people at home had given up.

And to be honest, I don’t blame them. At that 49-second mark, I texted my boyfriend and said, “Well I think we’re done.” I am a Thunder believer, and we never leave games early. My dad wouldn’t stand for it. But we were playing terribly prior to this last minute, the Clippers were on fire and we were in a three-possession game. But that feeling with 49 seconds to go only made the feeling when the clock hit zero even better.

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