"Good job, Dwight, James! We completely overwhelmed them. We played as smoothly today as we did in the first six games! They've been worn down to the point of helplessness. As long as we keep it up in the second quarter, the scales of victory will tip completely in our favor!"
McHale was so excited he was practically ready to dance on the spot. Since the start of the new season, the Grizzlies had won all six of their games by double-digit margins. No team had ever pushed the Grizzlies into such an embarrassing state as they were in today!
Not even the Cleveland Cavaliers had managed to gain the slightest advantage against the Grizzlies. But the Rockets had done it, and they still had a chance to maintain that pressure!
Naturally, McHale felt proud. Though the Grizzlies were shorthanded, as long as you won, who cared whether your opponent had been at full strength?
In competitive sports, winning was the only hard truth. People would only remember that the Celtics won the 2008 championship; they would not remember that the Lakers had lost Bynum, their anchor in the paint, that year.
People would only remember that the Lakers got revenge on the Celtics' Big Three in 2010 and won back-to-back titles. They would not remember that the Celtics had lost Perkins at the time.
Injuries had never been an excuse for losing, nor would winners feel ashamed for beating a team with an incomplete roster.
The Lakers' back-to-back championships were still celebrated, and the Celtics Big Three's championship was still undeniably valuable.
Therefore, even against a shorthanded Grizzlies team, McHale was still proud of his team's performance.
If Harden and Howard could give the Grizzlies even more foul trouble in the second quarter, then a Rockets victory would be