There’s been Game 7’s before. Pistons/Nets in ‘04. Pistons/Heat in ‘05. They’re always scary.

But this is It. There’s no game in all of basketball that is bigger than Game 7 of the NBA Finals. Anyone who’s spent any considerable time shooting basketball has fantasized about being in Game 7, with .5 seconds left on the clock, and ‘if I only make this one free throw, we’ll win the NBA championship.’

Pistons/Heat scared me. Pistons/Spurs brings me to dangerous health levels. My heart almost exploded last night during Game 6, and the unthinkable happened and Detroit won in San Antonio for the first time since 1997.

Thursday night will be very different. 48 minutes to determine the NBA champion. One game. Friday morning I’ll either move the Pistons logo down or the Spurs logo down on my bracket. I’m scared, and I’m keeping a phone close in case I need to call 911.

Go Pistons.