GAME ONE

Ralph and I called the opener against San Jose from the most dank and isolated broadcast location since bellowing the games from the "Halo" in New Jersey during the 2000 Cup Finals.

How crappy was it? Well I felt we could have done the same job if we were calling the action off of a 1979 Zenith while peering through a cloudy and cracked window pane into an hourly rate motel room with a stripper pole smack dab in the middle of the view.

OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a smidge, but anytime your broadcast location is above the light banks in the arena you're probably not in "Position A". And to acrobat the issue this isolation chamber we were in was also on the opposite side of the TV cameras (First time since old McNichol Sports Arena in Denver for that) In a word - awkward. Any time you peered at a replay the action unfolded polar opposite to what you witnessed in real time.

Of course I fought through all of this hooey and called the living human excrement out of the game. (They should erect a statue of me outside AAC)

So somewhere down through the series of cables and steel girders we were peering through, the Stars sneak out an overtime victory.

Awesome.

I think.

Here's to better sight lines for Game 2 - but the same result.