As the first 2 games played out in all their HD ugliness, I found myself wanting to give Kevin McHale a Kermit Washington every time he mentioned "J" Kidd or "Jet" Terry. But, by the end of game 3, I realized that McHale is like this big goofy dog that rips up your sofa cushions and poops on the kitchen floor. You have to make some allowances. More words: Go Blazers! Go Blazers! Go Blazers!