Don Cherry (Skip to 1:15 mark)

VS.

Phil Jackson


You know it’s playoff time because you get more intensity, more fights, more bad blood and more live, televised F-bombs.  Clearly though, Cherry’s was superior.  He showed a deft touch, inserting his into some obscure point about shots from the point or something.  You can tell that Grapes works in profanities like some artists work in oils or watercolors.  The Zen Master’s was just the last act of a desperate man.  He thought he’d roll to a championship and now he not only can’t beat Houston minus Yao Ming, he knows if he were lucky enough to make it to the Finals, he’ll have to face the Celtics again.  So much for the Dalai Lama stuff about inner peace and harmony.