Let it be known: The Bulls suck. Why are they bringing a former defensive player of the year (Noah), besides the fact that he’s a gaping Fag, off the bench? And Rose is sadly washed up, so all they have is Pau Gasol. Why do we think Jimmy Butler is that good? Simple snarf.

The Clippers started out great, looking like it’d be an easy win against an inferior team. But, Doc Rivers made some porous substitutions with two minutes to go in the opening quarter, resulting in a trimming of our nearly ten point lead to one. His son stunk.

I’ll admit, I was having a hard time finding my Clipper rhythm early. Unlike the Pistons, it might be the first time I saw them play a full 48 minutes. They needed me.

Blake Griffin carried us in the first half, but the second quarter was slow like the end of one, resulting in a nine-point halftime deficit. Chicago could not score (44) but neither could we (35).

The amount of bricks we were laying must have been a tribute to Kobe Bryant. Otherwise, it was tragic. J.J. Redick had 31 last night, but someone threw some water to cool his fire early on. Finally, we hit a breaking point. On a pump fake, Griffin flew into the air and swatted hard at the ball, missing due to the fake and smacking the shooter in the face. It was clearly an accident, Griffin was going for the ball and caught the shooter on his way down, apologizing for the block attempt. Taj Gibson understood, patting him on the head. No harm done.

No flagrant was needed: it was an accident. Instead, our star was ejected from the game. Boy, is Chitown corrupt.

WE WERE NOW FIRED UP. FUCK YOU, CHICAGO. The Clippers closed out the 3rd quarter, cutting a 15-point deficit to ten. And we never let up. With seven minutes to go, we tied it at 66 behind four straight 3’s. But the refs refused to let us win, calling several strange down the stretch charges and not protecting us at all in transition.

Josh Smith and Lance Stephenson stepped up big off the bench. If Rivers wants to win another ring, he’d better stop drawing up plays for jump shots and instead keep it in the paint. The jumpers can never be settled for.

LA was down six with one minute to go. We hit a 3 and earned the stop. Paul launched the tying shot at the buzzer and was clearly fouled by Rose, but the NBA’s darling was not whistled. You escaped, Bulls, and my Pistons certainly should not be afraid.

I’m damn proud of you, Clippers. Hell of a comeback without our big man.