Welp, that's how the cookie crumbles... I believe we had the right team with right chemistry, the puzzle pieces fit just right, a young coach scheming the right moves and right rotations on the fly, PG emerging from his cocoon to shed the "Pandemic P" moniker and fully inhabit his "Playoff P" persona...
Then fate deals us the worst possible hand out of the blue.
A Western Conference championship @ +310 is all I asked for... Would have returned just north of eight dimes to my account (including the wager) had this come to fruition but unfortunately a late game bump from Joe Ingles is all it took to sink my battleship.
I know there are others who feel my pain, even if their risk/reward wasn't the same...
The Morino, Goduke, Goat Milk and many other anonymous shattered hearts I'm sure.
Let the group therapy commence...