I'm all about the underdog. Speed of lightning, roar of thunder; that's how I roll. I've got Richmond Spiders spinning webs in my office window as we speak. I recite my Matthew 5:5 and I love my Errol Flynn in a feathered cap. The '75 Warriors are my Leon Spinks. Leon Spinks is my '88 Dodgers. And I like my miracle the way I like my Reunite on ice.
But I tell ya, I look at the upcoming NBA playoff picture and I can't help but think: Crush the little guys, kill 'em dead.
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