This game depresses me more than Game 6 or Game 7: to know that, when it's all said and done with, this was as close as that team would ever get.
It also makes me sad to remember Webber from that season: as this game showed, even then, he still hadn't quite learned to be clutch, hadn't quite learned to be a leader. And then, when it looked like he had finally figured it out the following year, when it looked like he had finally become clutch, finally become that leader that would carry us to a championship... his body betrayed him.