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And Another Thing

Associated Press
Boston Celtics guard Ray Allen makes a finals-record eighth 3-point shot in Sunday's game against the Los Angeles Lakers.

The Zen Master could use a tissue

Phil Jackson is, as we all know, never wrong. The clock just runs out sometimes before he can be right.

And so he is absolutely correct when he says that officials in Game 2 of the NBA Finals did a brutal job guarding Ray Allen out on the 3-point line.

That was their assignment for the night, wasn't it?

God knows you'd have thought so after hearing the way the Zen Weeper and his team complained about all the fouls the officials whistled on them in a 103-94 loss to the Celtics. Clearly they'd forgotten one of the bedrock principles of the NBA, which is that the officiating will always be either a) inconsistent, b) horrible or c) horribly inconsistent.

No one disputes the men with the whistles failed again to distinguish themselves Sunday. But they almost always fail to distinguish themselves. And because of that, they very rarely cost teams games that the teams didn't cost themselves first.

You want to win Game 2, L.A.?

So guard Ray Allen once in awhile at the arc.

And keep Rajon Rondo out of the paint.

And keep the ball out of the hands of Ron Artest, whose essential Artestness can be delayed but never stopped, and so again manifested itself during a crucial late possession when he dribbled the clock nearly senseless and then launched a hideous shot with one foot on the 3-point line.

And acknowledge that, for all your foul troubles, you still went to the line 41 times, or 15 more than the Celts did. And made 11 more free throws. And gave up a triple-double to Rondo.

The fault, dear Lake Show, is not in the zebras, but in yourselves.

Ben Smith's blog.