Two of the most fascinating aspects of playoff basketball and a best-of-seven series are the constant need for strategic coaching and player adjustments and the absolute requirement to call in Dr. Sigmund Freud for psychoanalysis from game to game.
Almost everything blows in or through the wind. And through the minds and bodies of premier athletes who play in and deal with the increased pressure of the NBA postseason.
Briefly punch up the pillow, lay the Jazz-Rockets second-round series down on a couch, start the meter and this is what the doctor gets:
In Game 1, the Rockets laughed — and shot — their way to a lopsided victory at home, making the whole affair seem as though it would be as lopsided as a Beyonce backflip.