Predictable hysteria and some good movies for a change
The angst and worry and anger and trepidation over Jose Calderon hurting his leg in August was so, um, predictable yet entertaining that it really made yesterday go by quickly.
Look, it’s not a good thing that he’s injured and will need to sit for a few weeks and rehab but it’s not the end of the world.
He’ll be ready to start camp, which doesn’t start for more than a month and then there’s another month until the regular season begins. Big whoop.
And, yes, he was hurt at the Beijing Olympics and had some issues for part of the season – he missed a whopping 14 games that year – but he also posted career highs in points and assists that season.
As for the trade part of it all? Well, since I didn’t think they really needed to move him anyway, it’s entirely a non-factor from this viewpoint.
You’ve probably heard me say this before but Jose’s a good NBA player, not nearly the liability so many of you think, and with two veteran point guards who play different styles leading a team of mainly young kids, that’s a good thing, not a bad one.
I feel terrible that he’ll miss the worlds, I know how important that is to him and Spain is the defending world champion and that’s the worst thing about this.
I haven’t seen Rich Griffin in a while, he’s got his stuff to do and I’ve got mine, but I figure the next time I do, he’s going to suggest Jose goes to see Dave Andreychuck for, um, training tips.
(You need to check out Griff’s blog and resulting hysteria to see what I mean)
Between knees, ankles, legs and, um, stomach dysfunction that led to a steady stream of washroom visits, things aren’t nearly as good as they can be for Canada going into the worlds as you can read right here.
And the news on Andy Rautins couldn’t be much worse, since he hasn’t practiced or played and there are only four days until the tournament begins.
The unspoken thing in all of it – and I didn’t think about it until it was too late to ask – is what the New York Knicks think of the situation.
With an injury, NBA teams can suggest strongly that a player under contract not play for his country in the summer and I’m pretty sure the folks in New York are paying quite close attention to their investment.
So, I’ve read my man Chris Sheridan and he says it’s going to be a tough decision for the American braintrust to figure out who’ll be the last cut on the world championship team.
Danny Granger, Rajon Rondo and Kevin Love all had DNP-CDs in Sunday’s game against Spain and it would figure that it’d be one of them.
And on a team with Derrick Rose, Russell Westbrook and Chauncey Billups (although he’s been playing the 2 a lot) I don’t think I like Rondo’s chances.
One thing you need in international basketball is guys who can make shots consistently and that’s not his forte.
It’s not to say that Granger or Love are exponentially better, although Granger’s a great finisher and Love may provide the kind of rebounding the Americans don’t have.
The one thing I’m kind of glad to see is that Stephen Curry seems out of the conversation about cuts. I know I’ve got some bias since I think so highly of his Dad and his family but Curry’s just the kind of shooter who can get smoking hot and carry a team for a half, or a game.
And that’s what the USA lacks.-
Please. Long flights, need stuff to do, not sure the Vanity Fair “Style” issue will keep me going.
Funny how we mainly remember bad, isn’t it? Yesterday, some horrible movie remakes came quickly to mind but when one of you astute readers asked for favourites, or good ones, it took some time.
But the fog in the head finally cleared and I came up with three.
I barely remember the original, which I might have seen only after I saw DeNiro at perhaps best in the second one.
The original was booze, the second was cocaine and, I believe, much better.
Being a Rat Pack fan, this is a tough one and it’s probably more of a tie than the second being better than the first. But it might have been.
I got a very ornery e-mail from someone yesterday chastising me – and us as a collective – for not “holding Bryan’s feet to the fire” because there haven’t been scathing stories in the last little while.
Oh, and why in the world is nothing happening, the reader wanted to know.
Here’s the gig.
I, or anyone, are not going to write screamer columns in late August about a slow summer. It’s not going to happen because, as I’ve mentioned, we’re still a month away from even practice.
And as for why we don’t call the GM or one of his Henchmen everyday to ask “what’s up, why no trade?” the answer is simple: No reason to.
There are people scattered all over the globe on vacation, they don’t want to be bothered, I don’t want to bother them and to incessantly pester when we know full well nothing’s going on is entirely counter-productive. People get turned off and don’t return calls if they’re getting them every single day.
So it is what it is around the Raptors, and almost every other team in the league:
A slow, slow time. And I kind of like it, actually.