NBA Live Mobile Finals: Keys To Game Two

Well now that we have that pesky added off day out of the way, it’s time to break down Game Two of the NBA live mobile hack Finals. To be blunt, Orlando was demolished in Game One after a pretty solid start. They had no answer for Kobe Bryant and couldn’t have hit water if they fell out of a boat from the field. It was the nightmare scenario for the Magic and it was just painful to watch. Imagine being on the court for that fiasco.

Either way, I feel that Orlando has to win this game or at least have it go down to the wire to have any chance in the rest of this series. If the Magic suffer back-to-back humiliating defeats, it could kill any chance of Orlando making this a series.

Well, what I’m going to do is give three things each team has to do to win tonight. Sound good? Okay, let’s do it!

Los Angeles’ Keys to Victory

1. Roleplayers Must Step Up

Let’s face it, after Kobe Bryant singlehandely put the Magic out of their misery on Thursday night, we all know they are going to throw double team after double team in his direction. We’ve seen that Kobe is willing to go to his guys when teams do this (See: Game 6 vs. Denver). Now when guys like Pau Gasol and Trevor Ariza get the ball, they have to do something with it. They must score and score effectively to keep Orlando honest. If not, I don’t think the Kobe Bryant Show can get it down by himself in order to play get some nba live mobile coins.

2. Continue to Pressure Dwight Howard

One of the things the Lakers did very successfully in game one was to keep Howard out of his comfort zone. Andrew Bynum and company did a great job of moving their feet and really making Howard work on the offensive end. Howard only hit one shot in game one and if the Lakers can get a similar stat line tonight, there’s no way Orlando wins this game. LA’s bigs need to remember they have six fouls and to use them. Bynum did a great job of this Thursday night and had a great game. The Lakers are going to need him to be big again tonight.

3. Keep the Pedal to the Metal

If there’s one thing the Lakers have done at times this year and last year, it shows they are unable to hold on to a lead. This didn’t happen in game one because Kobe simply would not allow it to happen, but the Lakers did blow a 24 point lead against Boston last year and have seen leads slip at times this postseason. If Los Angeles can get the Magic down the way it did Thursday night, they need to keep hammering them until there’s nothing left. Orlando made a habit of coming back on Cleveland in the conference finals and the Lakers can suffer a similar fate if they don’t keep applying the pressure.
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Orlando’s Keys To Victory

1. Get Superman the Rock

It’s not a complex formula. Dwight Howard is your best player and your best player should have more than eight shots. I know he had some foul trouble and he was being bothered all night by the Lakers’ bigs, but he has to get more touches. Howard also has to demand these touches, if he’s the leader of this team like he says he is, he has to assert his dominance. There’s no way that Pau Gasol and Andrew Bynum should have slowed him down the way they did, regardless of how good the Lakers’ game plan was. If Superman can soar tonight, so will the Magic.

2. Less Jameer Nelson

This may be the biggest reason that the Magic lost game one. Nelson played 23 minutes and all of the second quarter if I recall correctly. After a hot start by Nelson, the wheels fell right off of the bus and Orlando quickly stagnated and they went ice cold from the field. Stan Van Gundy admitted he played Nelson too long after the game but it should have been common sense that you shouldn’t play someone who hadn’t played since February 23 crucial minutes. Van Gundy was atrocious on Thursday and must get better. Rafer Alston needs to carry the load for Orlando tonight, he did a great job of getting people involved. This leads me to my final point…

3. Hit Your Open Shots!

If there was one thing Orlando did right Thursday night, it was manufactured good shots. However, hitting them was another story. Orlando shot 30 percent from the floor, which is atrocious. The Magic should play Alston more tonight and that should free guys like Hedo Turkoglu and Rashard Lewis up for good looks. Alston had Turkoglu going pretty good early on before Stan Van Gundy blew the game. Orlando was controlling the game for most of the first half and if Orlando hits their open jumpers, it will free up Howard and the Magic will have a great chance of evening this series.
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Well, ladies and gentleman, that should do it for my preview of game two. I’m not sure if I’m going to be here for a live blog or not, we’ll see how I’m feeling closer to the tip. Either way, make sure to come back after the nba live mobile hack where I’ll give you my thoughts. Enjoy the game!

I found a cat

She was a scrawny, sickly little creature when I found her in 1983. Born to a Siamese mother who was sentenced to a life outdoors, she had no chance of survival. Flea and mite infested with an upper respiratory infection so severe pus oozed from her eyes. The vet didn’t hold out much hope that this little kitten, no more than 12 weeks old, would live very long. Undeterred, I named her Kasha…the English spelling for the Polish word meaning buckwheat and reflecting the color of her fur.

I didn’t know it then, and wouldn’t for many years, but that upper respiratory infection had collapsed one lung. Kasha grew and filled out playing heartily with her adopted feline brother, Ashley (also a rescue). Kasha and Ashley accompanied me through many changes of residence and several relationships until we finally settled just outside of Boston. Not long after, we discovered that Kasha had developed hyperthyroidism…then hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and chronic renal failure. She developed a toxicity to the only medication able to control her thyroid and from there she went into congestive heart failure. It was August 1999. Kasha was 16 years old.

I remember the day well. Kasha hadn’t moved in a couple of days. Her feet were swelling and she was losing the fur on her feet and nose where a perspiration-like fluid oozed from her skin. It was time. I lifted her into her carrier and, together with my life partner, Michelle, took her to the vet to ease her transition into the spirit world. As a member of an internet holistic cat care group, Holisticat, I had put the word out that Kasha was going to be “put to sleep” that afternoon. I told my fellow members the exact time of her appointment and asked for their prayers…not for a cure, but for peace for us all.

The vet prepared the “pink solution” as I lifted Kasha’s limp body onto the examining table. The vet began her final examination of Kasha, but Kasha had other plans. For the first time in days, she stood up and then, to the amazement of us all, she jumped off the exam table and back into her carrier. Hmmmm….we all just looked at each other. Obviously, Kasha hadn’t given up the fight so we thanked the vet and brought Kasha back home. I went online to inform the list of this turn of events and discovered that dozens of Holisticatters had prayed for Kasha at exactly the time of her vet appointment. Prayers came in from nearly every continent and apparently, Kasha heard them all. It was one of many “Kasha miracles.”

There was no magic cure for Kasha. We sustained her with homeopathic and herbal treatments until the vets at Tufts University Animal Hospital saw her and immediately recognized her fiesty spirit. She lived for a week at the hospital in a baby incubator in the emergency room as the doctors stabilized her. They told me how Kasha was so alert and sat up in her incubator to watch everything that happened in the emergency room. During that week when Kasha “supervised” the emergency room, not a single animal died. Not even the dog who had nearly been ripped to shreds by another dog, nor the dog that had been hit by a car…not a single casualty the entire week.

We brought Kasha home, then, and made the hour-long trip back and forth to Tufts for check ups and plans to heal Kasha. The vets were going to try an experimental surgery where they would treat Kasha like a trauma victim going in quickly, removing the thyroid quickly, and getting back out in record time. It was the only way, the only hope, that a 16-year-old could survive such a procedure. In the mean time, we focused on keeping her stabilized.

It was December 11, 1999, when we brought Kasha in for her check up and blood sample in preparation for her surgery which was to be scheduled within the next few weeks. That night when we brought Kasha home, she was salivating from the mouth…a kind of sticky fluid…and her breathing was rapid and shallow. We rushed her back to Tufts. It would be our last trip. The following morning we received a call that Kasha was dying of a septic infection and probably would not live even another hour.

An hour…the exact amount of time it took us to drive from our home south of Boston to Tufts.

Rushing to the hospital, I noticed a hawk flying above and to the right of our car. Hawk after hawk led the way to the hospital and so it was no surprise that Kasha was still alive to say her good-bye. The vet brought her to me in the exam room and I asked if we couldn’t just let her die naturally. The vet said it wouldn’t be an easy death and she left to get the “pink solution”…Kasha didn’t live long enough to be injected with it. Before the vet could get back, Kasha suffered violent and rapid seizures in my arms and died. The vet came back and knelt beside me as I cradled my dear Kasha in my arms, now lifeless but at peace. We cried together for we both recognized that an amazing, miraculous animal had just passed from our presence.

But the miracle didn’t end there….not for this kitty. I called my parents to let them know Kasha had passed. My father reminded me that two years ago to the very day, my grandmother had passed away at the age of 101 years. He then said, “It’s interesting considering you named your cat after your grandmother.”

Huh? My grandmother’s name was Katherine…whatever was my father talking about? What I never knew until that day was that my grandfather’s nickname for my grandmother was Kasha. And so the last miracle was revealed…on the anniversary of her transition into a life of spirit, Kasha had come to help Kasha.

Two weeks later we celebrated Christmas. We hung our stockings, one for each human and one for each kitty. Fifteen stockings hung on the wall, but one very special stocking sported angel’s wings, for Kasha surely is continuing to make miracles from heaven.