Of junior girls and waived NBAers
So here’s this, there’ll be mail in the morning and that’ll be it for the weekend.
Happy Civic Holiday, kids.
Hmm, tough day for the junior women over in Thailand at the world championships.
Talking with a friend yesterday about the team and it’s hugely significant win over Australia in the quarter-finals and my astute lunch companion worried about some kind of mental letdown for the Canadians.
Well, as you can see from this boxscore, the semi against the States was over pretty early. And they're being kind of tardy with their game reports from over there so the boxscore's all I can point you to right now
Still, the loss can’t diminish what they’ve already accomplished and there’s still a shot a medal in the bronze medal game tomorrow (or tonight, depending on your time zone).
Looks as I type this that they’ll get Argentina in that bronze medal game (big upset by the Argentines over Russia in the quarters but they’re getting drilled by Spain in the semis) and I’d have to think Canada’s got a pretty good shot.
Of course, if Argentina trots out the teenage girl version of Manu or Carlos or – gasp! – Walter, it could mean trouble.
Anyway, we’ll get back here in the morning to see how Canada made out, make sure you check because, frankly, these girls are good and there should be some interest.
Know what I love?
Every time anyone gets waived or bought out or cut, we get comments wondering how he’d fit in Toronto.
Sun Yue caused a bit of a stir around these parts yesterday, as did Bruce Bowen and I can say without hestitation that neither are on anyone’s radar at the moment and I doubt they ever will be.
First off, Sun can’t play. Couldn’t last year, can’t this year, was a nice little experiment in Los Angeles that failed.
Second off, do you think the fact the Spurs hardly played Bowen a year ago and then traded him and then the Bucks waived him should be some sort of signal about his declining skills? He’s 38 years old, only played 19 minutes a night last season and was entirely unproductive most games. Five years ago, he’d have been a great fit; right now, he’s someone some people have heard of and remember fondly but that doesn’t mean he should be a Raptor.
I think they’d probably be better off leaving that 15th roster spot empty in case there’s some kind of one-for-two or two-for-three trade they have interest in during the season than to sign Bruce Bowen.
Speaking of that international basketball stuff, how many medals of any colour at any FIBA event do you think Canada’s won in the history of time?
How’s four sound?
Yep, for all the years and all the tournaments and all the players who’ve come through, there have been just four trips to the medal podium.
Silver at the 1936 Berlin Olympics.
Bronze at the 1979 women’s world championships.
Bronze at the 1986 women’s world championships.
Bronze at the 2005 men’s under-21 world championships.
That’s it, that’s all.
Oh yeah, let’s get back to The Guys They Should Have Signed for a moment.
Yes, he indeed would have looked good in Toronto, can play a little three, a little four, athletic, yada, yada, yada.
And was never a possibility.
He was never going to sign a one-year deal at the minimum contract value so there was no way possible for Toronto to obtain him other than in some sign-and-trade involving Carlos Delfino and the last thing the money-conscious Grizzlies were going to do was spend $5 million on that roster spot.
Out here in Hazelville, we don’t get a lot of Caribana traffic but if you’re downtown Toronto this weekend, it’s like an NBA Players’ Association meeting. Anyone who wonders whether Toronto holds any allure to guys in the league should maybe wander the streets where I’m told you might run into LeBron James and any one of a gaggle of players who make an annual trip here for the cultural festival.
Me? Well, I don’t think Caribana’s targeting 50-something chunky dudes who have no rhythm so I’m hanging on the golf course with Super Son today and the deck with some friends tomorrow.
I’ll jump up to throw another burger on the grill or dip my arm into the cooler, that’ll be about it.