There was something I discovered about halfway into LeBron’s domination of the first quarter (he scored 20 of Cleveland’s 33, and all of Cleveland’s first 16) and that important incontrovertible truth was this: fried biscuits and apple butter are really, really, really good.
Now, what does that have to do with basketball? Um, nothing. Except when one team is so viscerally obliterating the team that you cover/love, you gotta lean on something.
On Wednesday night, I leaned on fried biscuits and apple butter. It’s a stall tactic, I’ll admit, because if you’ve watched this Pacer team for more than a couple games, you’ll know that they are never out.