Milwaukee — I’m sitting in the Bradley Center. There are two things good I can say about the Bradley Center: First, it has a nice name; second, it has a roof. Other than that …
It’s raining in Atlanta. I know. It was pouring when Airtran Flight 420 departed — 75 minutes late — from Hartsfield-Jackson this afternoon. From the forecasts, I wasn’t sure we’d depart at all. So I guess, in that sense, I’m glad I’m here.
Then again, “here” is Milwaukee. Where it’s 45 degrees — 45 degrees! — and windy and foggy and raining. It might be possible to find a bleaker setting in April in the Northern Hemisphere. Then again, it might not.
I mentioned the weather to Dominique Wilkins. “What do you expect?” he said. “It’s Milwaukee. It’s just … dreary.”
Students of history will note that I, M. Bradley, was in this city last month to cover Georgia Tech in the NCAA tournament. And it snowed then. But somehow you expect snow in a Midwestern city in March. It’s now spring. And it’s a balmy 48 degrees. Give me a break.
About the series: It has been a bore. The Hawks won the first two games easily, and at issue tonight is whether the Bucks can win the game that keeps them from getting swept. They’re passing out red towels at the Bradley Center that read, “Fear the Deer,” but I don’t believe the Hawks arrived shaking in their sneakers. (Shivering from the cold, perhaps. But not from terror.)
The Hawks’ dressing room is scheduled to open in five minutes, so I’ll duck down there and see if anyone appears to be suffering from a phobia of antlered beasts. I’ll check back momentarily. And send some hot chocolate, would you?
Update from the Hawks’ locker room: Not much to report. (At playoff time, no news is always good news.) Mike Woodson said: “I like the way we handled our business at home. Now we’ll see what we can do here.”
Woodson also had this observation: “It was 39 degrees when we got on our bus this morning [for shootaround].” Then he laughed. Or maybe he just shivered.