Sweaty Palms, Racing Hearts and God

Move over 1980 Cleveland Browns, there are new Kardiac Kids in town. Even their team name is a perfect fit. The Kardiac Knicks.

They have turned the impossible into WTF just happened not merely once but a second time for good measure. As a kind of New York City rebuttal to the Red Sox miracle on grass in 2004. By way of not so instant replay making successive game 20 point late game deficits disappear faster than a box of donuts at a "to Hell with Weight Watchers" party. The Celtics trying to get the license plate of the truck that just ran over them.

But the last minute histrionics has not been confined merely to this series but also to the preceding one with Detroit. Snatching victory after victory from near certain defeat. Leaving their fans with sweaty palms, racing hearts and the distinct impression that there may be a God after all.

It is still far too early to break out the champagne. The team from Boston clearly having treated the Knickerbockers like chew toys through the regular season. And should my team pass this portion of the exam, the Cavs and OKC loom very large on the horizon.

In the moment however it is hard to keep from dreaming. Donald Trump recently told the Canadian Prime Minister to "never say never.” Maybe they were just discussing the Kardiac Knicks.