That was something, wasn't it?
Well, well, well.
That was something, wasn’t it?
Luckily, there’s another game tomorrow, one on Saturday and all kinds of time for other issues to rise to the fore.
Until then …
THREE THINGS I LEARNED
(Seriously, I learned nothing last night but I guess we’ve got to stick with tradition).
Yes, Chris Bosh and Jarrett Jack and Antoine Wright called them out last night after that dispiay of utter capitulation, rightfully so.
In case you missed it:
"The defensive effort hasn't been there for a while. We didn't magically appear last on the charts defensively. I mean, tonight was just a total embarrassment. We couldn't stop anybody. We haven't stopped anybody all year."
"Every time something happens it's always, `It's okay, it's all right.' It's not all right. Problems go by without attacking them or challenging them or bringing them to the forefront and getting them solved. We can't keep putting them to the back of the bus and just saying, `That's okay.' It's not all right. Everybody can't walk on eggshells around here and say, `We're playing good basketball.' We're not."
Wright said much the same thing; he gets the right to criticize publicly when he plays better.
Now, the thing Jay has to do is get tougher, sit some guys and, as my learned colleague Jack Armstrong might say: Put a boot up someone’s butt.
And leave it there.
Does the coach possess those traits? Maybe not as much as, say, a Jerry Sloan or a Gregg Popovich or even a Sam Mitchell (and it’s utterly amazing to me how many Mitchell fans have come crawling out of the ground now) does. But he can, I’ve seen him and I know he’s done it with teams before and he must do it now.
It’s not easy. But it’s necessary.
The other guy does, too
I don’t know what, precisely, that Bryan can do because I don’t think he can go in the locker room and start ripping guys w foithout it being seen as a blatant undermining of his coach.
But this has to be primarily on him, he put this group together and he’s got to get it fixed. Maybe a few threats here and there, judiciously made either in cahoots with his coach or to people close to under-achieving players is in order.
But to think he can magically place a call or two and make some significant trade now is folly. It doesn’t happen that way.
Other GMs aren’t lining up to obtain players from a 7-13 team, certainly not for anything close to equal value, and as perhaps we remember from 2004, a panic trade is a stupid trade.
Maybe the best thing is for Jay to do something to change the lineup and for Colangelo to stand by him and let the players know in no uncertain terms that he’s with his coach and if feelings are hurt and playing time cut, well, tough noogies.
That said …
I will offer this knowing it turns me in a Grunt Pinata.
It was one game, it’s been 20 games, there are 62 to go and the season is not over.
I think some change has to be made to the lineup and the way players are used, I honestly think they need to simplify the defence even more (don’t give the players options on coverages, don’t overload them with possibilities, don’t make them think) and there are issues, no question.
It’s dark right now but it’s not lights out on the season.
Oh yeah, and there’s this, too:
There’s been at least one other memorable night in Atlanta with these guys over the years.
Way back in 1998, as part of what became to unaffectionately known as The Drinking To Forget Tour near the end of the 16-66 season, the fellas faced the Hawks in the Georgia Dome while they were building Philips Arena.
They lose 105-91 (a relative nail-biter, I’d say) but during one timeout in the game, Oliver Miller is spied goofing around with The Chicken there, which is a rather sickly bird as I recall.
Not only does it catch the attention of then-coach Butch Carter, who is entirely not amused, Butch’s brother Cris Carter, who’s at the game.
Afterwards, in the hallway, Cris is a tad miffed at what’s transpired and how Oliver was maybe showing up his coach and acting well, acting like Oliver
All I recall is Cris being physically restrained from going into the locker room to, ah, have a word or two with the offending big man.
In Atlanta? Cousin Sekou’s replacement summed that one up this way.
Hey, mail time, girlz and boyz. Send ‘em here and the usual caveat applies: Questions like: “They suck. Your thoughts?” get deleted right away. Save us both some time and don’t bother.
I’m not sure who’s happier that Allen Iverson’s back in the NBA: Allen Iverson because he gets to start again or me because I will never, ever have to answer a question about him coming here.
Speaking of, I don’t know when Reggie Evans is going to play.
How ‘bout them Nets, eh?
Killed by the Mavs, they’ve now lost more games to start a season than any franchise in history.
And now Kiki Vandweghe takes over as interim coach now (and seeing him and lead assistant Del Harris sitting and watching the game was like watching two death row inmates wait for their final meal).
I have no idea why I find this the least bit amusing and the only reason I know about it because someone sent it to me but the press release announcing Kiki’s new role included this:
“Ernest Maurice Vandeweghe III was born Aug. 1, 1958, in Weisbaden, Germany, where his father was stationed as an Air Force physician. His nickname, Kiki, was given to him early in childhood and is German for curly headed.”
The stuff you learn here is amazing, isn’t it?
All right, that’s it for now. Rain’s stopped so the sucky Super Dog might actually venture to the out of doors and there’s a house to be cleaned and Christmas decorations to fetch because we’re all about Christmas in the first week of December around here. Yip!!! and Eeee!!!