1. 1972 Olympics, gold-medal game. Poor Doug Collins gets absolutely murdered on a fast-break layup -- seriously, it's like a flagrant 9 -- needs two minutes to untangle his body, then unfathomably drains the (apparent) game-tying and game-winning free throws with two seconds remaining against the Russians during the height of the Cold War. Only one way to top that one: a must-win Finals game in which a star drains the winning free throws with a broken leg or a broken arm or something. That's it.
And Simmons doesn't even mention that Collins had the pressure of the USA's unbeaten streak on the line. And oh yeah...a few days later a bunch of Israelis had been slaughtered in the Olympic Village. And a huge air horn went off as he was shooting his second. And the USA/USSR angle cannot be overplayed. And he fucking nailed both of them.
As I said, I've watched the doc about a million times and, just like no matter how many times I look at diagram's of a girl's pee-pee parts, I still have no idea what the fuck was going on there. Unreal.
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