The Morning After The Night Before, LXXX
So, Orlando. That’s what everyone wanted, right? Goofy and Mickey and all their friends. Should be a riot. But first, we gotta get the regular season over with. And 81 down, one to go.
Three Things I Learned
Let ‘em know
Gotta get away from the actual game for just a minute.
|RON POZZER/HAMILTON SPECTATOR|
|A Raptors broadcast wouldn't be the same without The Coach.|
If things don’t change, that was Jack Armstrong’s last game as a Raptor analyst and that, frankly, sucks. The guy brings insight and entertainment to every game he does and to not have him around next season diminishes the product and the game. I have no idea what the tallest of foreheads at the various networks and Maple Leaf Sports are going to do about it but if they don’t find a way to keep him around for the majority of the games, I’ve got a feeling they’re going to lose viewers and since ratings aren’t exactly through the roof now, that’s not something they can afford to do. First-rate broadcasters don’t grow on trees and for almost a decade now, Jack’s been a first-rate broadcaster. I’m pretty sure any of the handful of other networks he’s worked for would love to have him full-time, so should one here.
You want to make your feelings known? Go here and contact ‘em. Surely to goodness someone in the ivory tower over there will listen.
A strange, scary sight
Had to rub our eyes and I’m sure you did, too.
Not only did Jason Kapono attempt a three-pointer for the first time in 11 games last night, he actually made one for the first time in 12 games. Ought to put that video in the vault.
Who plays Wednesday?
You know what they need going into Chicago?
Sam says the regulars will play a bit on Wednesday, I would presume no one in the top 10 of the rotation plays more than 24 minutes but the hard part is going to be finding someone to give both T.J. and Jose a break. I guess Carlos Delfino could play the point a little bit but if Martin was still active, he could get about a 24-minute run.
I’m thinking now that the 10-day Linton Johnson experiment might not have been the greatest of moves.
There’s all kinds of mail hanging around here, I’ll get it all out some time today or tonight, I promise. Here’s one:
Q: Is it too early to start hyping Calderon for the NBA's Most Improved Player Award? And what about Sixth Man? Does he qualify?
Andrew P, Waterloo
A: They aren’t doing a lot of ‘hype’ as an organization so they aren’t inundating voters with Jose t-shirts or stats packages or whatever but in my informal poll of a couple of dozen other voters, I think he’ll be hard-pressed to beat out Hedo Turkoglu for most improved.
And he can’t win the Sixth Man Award ‘cause he had too many starts.
You know what would have been really cool. If Eric Lewis had been the referee in Philly last night.
Another reason to love The Gangster, or something like that. A technical foul for bitching about a non-call with 48 seconds left in a blowout? Tres cool.
This is the kind of mental mistake rookies make, and mistakes that cannot be made in the playoffs.
Last minute of the second quarter, Jamario Moon has the ball right in front of the Raptor bench. Not 15 feet away from him, Chris Bosh is standing, being guarded by someone named Stephane Lasme, I believe. Or maybe it was Joel Anthony, or Kasib Powell. Doesn’t really matter.
Moon, a 32 per cent three-point shooter, proceeds to launch a 25-foot jumper and I’m really surprised Sam didn’t reach out and bop him on the head.
Another from the mailbag
Q: Hey Doug, I know that the teams watch tapes of previous games to point out areas of improvement and things similar to that. My question is, do the Raps watch what we, as the viewers, watch as well, with Chuck and Leo or Jack commentating? If they do, they must be pretty flattered with all the praise they get from them.
Sam C, Kingston
A: Ah, a familiar name. Haven’t been around in a while.
No, the videos they watch don’t have sound. You’re right, though, if they did, they might be big heads. And sometimes they don’t see full games, they’ll see what’s known as an “edit” which is a compilation of plays by a specific player that shows tendencies, strengths and weaknesses. And before games, the two TVs in the locker room are generally showing the opponent’s most recent game. All without sound.
So, as part of Elmopalooza, or Fanapalooza, or whatever they called he give-aways last night, The Chicken shows up at the end of the third quarter with a sack of Doritos to rifle into the crowd. Perhaps because he knows our snack habits, he tossed few to the hungry patrons of press row, which we all dutifully passed to young urchins in the first few rows of seats.
Was very nice of he/she/it. Was sort of hoping for pizza, though.