The Goods On The Game, Vol. 2, No. 8
Same old 60 seconds of madness, if you want to call it that, at the end of three when the dancers come out and toss t-shirts to the masses. Best time ever: When they really sucked a couple of years ago and some dude behind us threw his back. We giggled. Or maybe laughed out loud. I forget.
Then it's that mind-numbing White Stripes thing. Borrrrrrring.
This might be interesting. Roko's in and playing a lineup with Stephen Jackson at the point. That's got danger written all over it.
I don't know why, but Jamario Moon's playing defence with his mouthpiece sticking out of his mouth. A horrible look. Actually, it's a telltale sign of exhaustion, usually, which is why Joey just replaced him.
Maybe this is why Sam was yelling "Jamario, rebound!" Moon's played 27 minutes and has as many rebounds as I do. (That'd be zero for those of you keeping score at home). He had one in 24 minutes at Philly the other night. That's simply unacceptable.
A wee bit of offensive discombobulation going on out there for the Raptors, I believe it's time for Jose to come back. Soon. I tell ya, I'm a seer. He here is, right in front of us.
I'm gonna run for a bit 'cause there's a timeout and I can get working on my gamer.
Be back in a bit for one more transmission.
Warriors 78, Raptors 77 with 8:48 left. Buckle up.