Jamal Murray Clutch in Iconic Game 2 Ending

Well…I’m back from my week in Denver and I feel completely reset and refreshed. Going from Deer Creek, Oklahoma… where there is an apartheid form of government, and then waking up in a democracy like Denver where people actually read books, go to museums, treasure all genres of music, and don’t fill themselves up with shit junk food from the nearest Taco Bell or Carl’s Jr.

I mean…literally… it’s like going from one nation to another. People in Denver don’t listen to shit from the likes of Rush Limbaugh, Alex Jones, Sean Hannity or the New Confederacy’s new No. 1 fuckstick Tucker Carlson.

No …that shit isn’t in Denver. They’re an amalgam of humans more like me…a successful brown person who has lived his life somewhat well and been self accountable and responsible. Not like the fake Trump Christians I see eveywhere around me in Oklahoma. You know, the fakes who buy the Trump Bibles, buy the Trump golden sneakers, and buy the Trump Sex F–king scents for a collective $359.95 and yet don’t even know where in the Bible the Ten Commandments are located.

But enough of that. I actually got to sit on the floor for Game 2 for nothing. Unbelievable. My son got us free comped tickets from the energy company he works for in Denver and via a thank you gift/bonus for all the good things he has done for them we literally sat on the corner on the floor for free. I sat on the seat which literally led into the Laker locker room.

I hope at some point to get one of those pics on my cover page since…. I of course didn’t shame myself by having a Thunder podcast in the long run.

My son also bought me a jersey of my choice for the game as well and paid for picture perfect cold Modelos which were brought to us by a beautiful Hispanic waitress named Maria. This will not be shared with Dr. Showalter…just saying. It can’t get much better than that. I mean…at one point, I thought to myself I was knocking on the front door of Hoops Heaven.

I mean, seriously, I felt like this was God saying to me…”Mike, I’m proud of you. I like how you’ve handled this cancer deal. Is this the way you wanna go out?” No shit. It was that emotional and surreal for me.

Anyway… three days before the game my son asked, ” Which jersey do you want?”

I asked, ” Do you think it would be too audacious of me to where the replica Austin Reaves OU jersey?”

He answered,” You’re not wearing that jersey sitting next to me on the floor. Not a chance.”

So I then responded, ” Maybe an old Nugget powder blue Jamal Murray jersey would be cool.”

He said, “There you go. It’ll be here a day before the game.”

He…being an MBA grad from OU said, ” I know you love Austin Reaves like a second son, but there is just no way in hell you’re wearing that jersey in that seat for this game.”

I replied, “I’m good with it. Besides I have a feeling Jamal will do something clutch.”

So there you go.

Jamal being clutch on my last night in Denver and my ascending to Hoops Heaven much like I did in Game 6 in Oke City when Klay hit those eleven threes when I sat with my Dad on a special night which changed me forever.

Let’s go Nuggets!!!!!

MJ