Jose is out of worlds, and tragic losses and terrible, horrible movies
Not sure how many saw it but in Sunday’s Spain-USA game in Madrid, Jose tweaked a hamstring and ended the game on the bench.
I spoke electronically with a couple of people who were at the game and neither of them made it sound at all serious but there’s more checking to be done today.
Turns out that he'll need at least a month off and will not take part in the world championships that start Saturday. I'm going to try to reach someone for comment during the day but the Associated Press is attributing this quote to Jose.
"There is not much to say. It is a pity I was injured at the last minute."
We all know hamstrings, right? They don’t tend to heal themselves really, really quickly and I guess the best thing might be that NBA training camps don’t start for a month, it’s almost nine weeks before the regular season opens and that’s an awful lot of time.
I’m sure this will once again raise the issue of NBA players playing for their countries and suffering injuries but, as always, I will suggest that injuries can happen any time, like when guys are simply working out in a summer gym as they always do and it’s a tough break but it should in no way dissuade players from taking part.
Speaking of games, imagine you saw that Canada lost, 84-53, to Turkey at the Efes Pilsen Cup in Ankara on Sunday.
No surprise there, beating Turkey in Turkey isn’t going to happen for Canada, but the one interesting thing I saw was that Kelly Olynyk got a start for Canada and, by all accounts, played well.
When Canada left a week or so ago, I think Olynyk was firmly on the bubble with two cuts to be made before the worlds begin on Saturday.
But he’s one of those young kids – he’s only 19 years old – who I think would gain so much just by being on the team that they have to keep him for the championships.
That and he’s a 6-9 kid who can stretch the floor and seems be one of those guys who just makes things happen when he’s playing.
Anyway, Canada finishes up its pre-worlds series today against Lebanon in what could be a telling game since Lebanon is a team Canada simply has to beat in the preliminary round if it wants to advance.
These are truly sad days around the NBA family and I ask for some indulgence.
You didn’t know Matt Dobek, who was the vice-president of media relations for the Detroit Pistons, but you should have.
Matt, 51, was a gracious professional and fine man; when you went to work Pistons games you always were treated with respect and courtesy, you had more than a few laughs and it was, in many ways, one of the best cities to visit and work in.
Matt ended his own life on Saturday night, sending shockwaves through this little corner of the world.
He’d been fired by the Pistons in May after nearly three decades with the club, a time that covered everything from the Bad Boys to current group.
I first met him in 1992 when he did media for the original Dream Team because he was so closely associated with Chuck Daly; it was the beginning of a friendship I was honoured to have.
We can never, ever truly understand the torment of others, how their mind works and why. Things like this are tragic and unexpected and very, very, very sad.
All I know is my world is a darker place today but that my life, and the lives of thousands of others, was better for having Matt in it.
Hey, I’ve got about a billion hours of flights coming up (Toronto-Frankfurt-Munich-Izmir) Thursday night-Friday morning and I could probably be convinced to pass some of the time answering mail since I have to hit the ground running when I get to Turkey.
So, an early call for the mailbag; click here, do your thing.
Yesterday provided me with a perfect example of one thing that’s wrong with the media these days.
While driving to Niagara, a certain well-known American-based all-sports radio network was on and all I got all morning were breathless tributes to Vin Scully, the extraordinary broadcaster who was to announce his future intentions a few hours later.
This took on a life of its own because “speculation” was that he’d retire and we heard video clips and tributes and everything short of an obit.
No “sources” even, just the assumption that the 82-year-old would hang ‘em up and anyone turning in would have felt for sure that the decision had been made.
Except it hadn’t.
The great Scully – who I would rank as the best broadcaster I have ever heard – is coming back for another season.
Never a doubt he wouldn’t as it turns out.
It showed the media at its worst, anticipating news with no basis in fact rather than reporting it, or even digging it out.
That said, I’m hugely happy Scully will still be working and if you’ve never heard him, find some way to listen to him do a Dodger game on radio, he paints a picture. No excessive chattering, no screaming, no pet phrases that drive you nuts.
He is a delight. And more of these yellers and would-be comics we’re forced to listen to should be made to sit in a room for 18 hours straight listening to tapes of him before they are ever allowed to be on the air.
There are just some things that should not be allowed.
On a slow Saturday night, Super Son’s looking for movies, decides on The Longest Yard and when the opening scenes roll, I’m a tad perplexed.
“Oh, it’s great. Adam Sandler and Chris Rock.”
“Who’s in this, pal?”
“Ack. Ugh. Grr. No. No. No. Find the real one. Now. Burt Reynolds. Eddie Arnold Albert (in his post-Green Acres era). That’s the only Longest Yard.”
“Oh, okay, Wise Old Man.”
Fast forward to post-nap moment.
“It was great, Wise Old Man. Thanks.”
“How’d you like the real movie?”
And more culture delivered at Casa Doug.
Speaking of games, I am more convinced now than I was on Friday that the United States will not win the gold medal at the world championships.
I will preface this by saying the games against Lithuania and Spain were true tune-ups, I know the Americans didn’t show all that they’ll do once things get rolling for real on the weekend but …
They don’t shoot well enough, they aren’t big enough, I don’t think they’ll rebound the ball well enough and I honestly think they are just one of three or four teams that have to be considered favourites going in.
It should make for an excellent playoff round.
This whole Longest Yard thing is sticking in my craw and since we’ve been known to, um, digress from Raptors and basketball here every now and then, here’s something.
The Worst Move Re-makes I’ve Had The Misfortune To See
Ugh. Peter Sellers was spectacular, Steve Martin not so much.
Anyone who messes with Hitchcock should be injured.
They should find every copy and burn them.
The original – shockingly gorgeous Grace Kelly, Jimmy Stewart – might be my all-time favourite flick and deciding to see what they did with a remake among my greatest cinematic mistakes.