There may never have been, in the history of professional sports, a matchup so obviously pitting good versus evil, right versus wrong, just versus unjust.
On one hand, you have a model franchise. All that is right and good about sports. So good and for so long that their detractors have deluded themselves into believe they must cheat to be so good.
On the other hand, you have a pariah of a franchise. Lose and tuck tail and move cities. Lose and cry until you get the very rules of the sport changed. Lose and cry until you get the sport's highest governing body to convene a witch hunt against the best player and best coach the game has ever seen. And despite all the jealousy, all the rage, all the deceitfulness and underhandedness...its drug-addled owner, its flunky GM, its obnoxious former President, its media lackeys are all furiously impotent off the field, and its former and current players are all impotent on the field.
This is a game that pits the strong and silent warriors against the rat fucks that have tried and failed to take them down, again and again.
This is a game for blood and for pride and for the triumph of good versus evil. Strap your helmets on tight.
