A bunch of stuff and a two-week reprieve
Join Doug Smith for a live Q&A at noon today, as the Raptors prepare to take on the Detroit Pistons.
Man, it’s like 0 C here in gorgeous (and by gorgeous, I mean dreary) Troy, Mich., which makes it an okay morning.
No snow, no rain, no nothing.
For a guy facing a four-hour Smelly Ford Focus trek back to the Hazelville in the morning, I’m quite okay with that.
And I’m quite okay with this stuff.
I am almost afraid to write the words “Marcus” and “Banks” any more because I cannot handle the immediate reaction:
Marcus looks good, trade Jose.
Seriously, it stuns me.
First off, I will tell you with absolute certainty no one in the organization, in the darkest recesses of their minds, thinks about a deal involving the team’s starting point guard. Ain’t happening, folks.
And there’s this:
This team is better with Calderon than without him. That’s not even a debating point.
He’s a better shooter than either of the two other point guards, he facilitates the offence better and, get your typing fingers ready:
He’s not nearly as a bad a defender as so many of you think.
No, he is not all-defensive team material; anyone knows that. But you’d like he was me out there the way people bust on him.
I don’t know where all this stuff comes from, it’s like some self-fulfilling prophecy or something. One guys says he’s no good and the avalanche starts. Incredible.
We all really need to rein in some of this crazy over-reaction stuff, okay?
Here’s one for you. Jay drops this one on us:
“Our first 30 games happened in 53 days; our next 30 happen in 73 days. That’s 20 more days where we can do two things: No. 1, rest; and No. 2, practice.”
That’s pretty incredible isn’t it?
Now, there’s a three-day Christmas break and the all-star break tossed into that equation, but still.
That’s wild. Thirty in 53 and then 30 in 73?
What’s it mean, Jay?
“I’m hoping it means that we’re fresher for more games and instead of the number of back to backs you have, you can focus on getting better as a team in practice time."
What’s it mean, Grunt?
“I’m hoping it means that on at least a few of those many off-days that someone helps me come up with marginally interesting off-day stories because they’re hard to come by when games are coming fast and furious, let alone with a bunch of non-game days. Oh, and maybe I’ll be fresher, too.”
So they went all Quincy Douby on Pops, extending his contract guarantee day to Jan. 5 from yesterday.
Three ways to see it, and all are being considered and thought about inside the organization, I’m hearing.
One, like Quincy, they’re trying to find him another job to help him out; Quincy found a gig in Turkey in the two weeks he was in Raptors limbo.
Two, they might be working on a deal – MIGHT, and I don’t know anything about anything specific – and a cheap contract may be ballast.
Three, there are people who wonder if he shouldn’t play a bit more, although that’s a big minority. There is no room for him in a 10-man rotation, as we all know.
Anyway, no idea how it’ll shake out, it’s certainly not the most significant thing to think about but there’s a large amount of interest in the young fellow, as we all know.
One thing that has nothing to do with anything, as I mentioned to a fellow over in the comments section, is Reggie Evans.
No way does this mean Reggie’s going to be ready the first week of January. He hasn’t done anything full speed on the court, he’s still got some work to do on the foot and you’re still looking at mid-January as a best guess.
Oh, we’ll chat today, if you like. Right around noon as usual before the in-game bloggy thingy we do.
This, my friends, is a sad story.
Way back in the day, I’d favour a Rolling Rock when I’d be out and it’d be available.
It was a nice little brewery from the rolling hills of Latrobe, Pa. (maybe not as famous as, say, Arnold Palmer but …) and it tasted pretty good.
Well, when the brewery got swallowed up by Budweiser, I was dead against it. I’m certainly not a big Bud guy.
“They’re going to start calling your beer Bud Green” was how the inimitable C. Sheridan put it in a phone call of condolence.
Well, we’re across the street from the hotel here last night and, while my friend Stella and I are being reacquainted, Stumpy orders up a Rolling Rock.
Time comes to order No. 2 and the young serving lass informs my boy there is no more Rolling Rock in the fridge. Then she drops the bombshell:
“We do have some Rolling Rock Light.”
ROLLING ROCK LIGHT!
I HATE the Budweiser brewing company.
(A late add, courtesy of Dan over in the comments: I had forgotten, or refused to believe, that the same people who brew Rolling Rock Light ultimately brew My Friend Stella. This, folks, puts me in a huge quandary. What to do, what to do?)
Oh yeah, the Pistons.
Jay told us yesterday the Raptors are preparing as if Rip Hamilton, Tayshaun Prince and Ben Gordon are all going to play.
No one’s sure if that’s going to happen – maybe it makes sense to get ‘em back one day before a nice break; maybe it makes as much sense to give ‘em another night to heal and a longer rest.
Here’s what they’re saying about that, and other things, in the local paper.
Last call for mail, folks. You did a pretty good job yesterday which means my Saturday might be busy, but since I figure you’ve all got stuff to do tomorrow (like help me get shopping finished) and Friday (family, turkey, presents) let’s get some in today.