Not to blow the Blob's own horn (which is very tiny and not particularly melodious), but after all of the psychodrama surrounding the Pacers-Hawks series, my original prediction turned out to be almost right.
OK, so I said Pacers in six and not seven. Details.
Thing is, the Pacers of Game 7 yesterday looked like the pre-New Year's Day Pacers, which is to say they dominated on the glass, got a superstar performance from Paul George and won as handily as they should have against a 38-44 Hawks team that was not, contrary to what seemed the prevailing opinion for a time, the Thunder, Heat or Spurs.
Sure, the matchups weren't favorable for the Pacers, as we were reminded ad nauseam by various hoopheads. But the other side of that coin was they weren't favorable for the Hawks, either, when the Pacers got down to playing their own game and not following Atlanta's lead as they'd done for much of the series.
In the end, the kidnappers even released Roy Hibbert (There are surely other explanations for why he vanished so suddenly, but I'll go with that one). Instead of the imposter who was using his name for much of the last two months, the real Hibbert went for 13 points, seven rebounds and five blocked shots Saturday. Much better than "Roy Hibbert", or whoever that other guy was.
And so now it's onward and presumably upward. I doubt we're going to hear a lot of chatter from the chattering class now on its two favorite topics of the last two weeks, the Historic Collapse Of The Pacers and the Last Days Of Frank Vogel.
Well. Until the Pacers lose another game, that is. Then, of course, both the team and its coach will again be doomed, doomed, I tell you.