A night that ends with a question: What now?
That turned into quite a night, didn’t it?
Entertaining game, some news to chew on and an admirable showing against a pretty good team that kind of underscores where they are:
Good but not quite good enough on a consistent basis and very, very, very much a work in progress.
And on with the show (it being a slow post-game night, you’re getting this ridiculously early and I hope you don’t expect it all the time).
I know you all breathlessly clicked on this story to find out what happened and it was nothing but bad news.
The Reggie Evans foot thing – and it’s going to be at least late this Saturday afternoon before we get any idea of a timeline – is pretty significant on a lot of levels.
Is Peja really a fill-in four or does that job go to Kleiza, as I think it should?
What’s it mean for young Ed Davis, who had 10 points, five rebounds and a couple of blocks in 18 minutes as the Bayhawks won a big roadie over the previously-unbeaten Mad Ants on Friday? I’m thinking it means he gets more minutes more quickly than they’d probably like but that it’ll be good for him in the long run.
What of Joey Dorsey, whose contract becomes fully guaranteed on Dec. 1. For sure he sticks around now, I imagine, so I guess that’s good for him. Not sure they were thinking of making a move on him but it cements it now.
How about Amir? Can he handle extended minutes against starters without piling up the fouls? Maybe. But that’s going to be the true test.
And, most important, what about Reggie? I like the guy, I love his effort, I think everyone appreciates what he brings every single night. But the guy is in a contract year, I can only imagine there was some interest in him off his torrid start; is this going to set him back far enough that it costs him money on his next contract? Probably. And that sucks.
I’m proud of you.
The HOTH trot out Spain (Calderon), Brazil (Barbosa), Lithuania (Kleiza), Serbia (Stojakovic) and Italy (Bargnani) for a long stretch of the fourth quarter and my computer didn’t blow up!
I seem to recall one or two times in the past when they have five different countries on the court at the same time but I’m sure one of them would have been Bosh, from the good old US of A, so for the “What the heck is Bryan doing with all these Euros” crowd to stay silent last night was nice.
When bad plays go good
It’s about halfway through the second quarter and they’re in a halfcourt set and I saw something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before and hope I never see again. You talk about spacing the floor? I look down and there are five – count em, five! – Raptors on the left hand side of the floor, each looking pretty confused and wondering just who is out of position.
How do they rectify it? Well, Andrea drifts into the lane, Jerryd throw a lob pass over Garnett’s head and about all I can think of is: If they have a play where five guys are supposed to be within arm’s distance of each other and it’s supposed to end with a lob pass to a less-than-athletic-big over a quick, smart defender, they need to get that play out of the book.
And then I realize: Yes, sometimes plays get screwed up.
Now, the rest of the story:
And the winner is …
Katie Blenkarn of Burlington was the lucky soul who had her named picked out of the MGD draw thingy (check out facebook place site here) and she and nine of her bestest friends will take in tomorrow’s struggle with the Atlantas.
I’m told by the people who actually did the work that there were more than 3,100 entries in our first contest of the season, which strikes me as pretty good. And I appreciate it very, very much.
Can’t promise we’ll do it again but if we do, you’ll be the first to know.
How’d it read in Boston? A little like this.
The note yesterday about the Garbo thing here in Boston and how it’s the big “what if?” of the last few years got me thinking: What, in no particular order, are five other huge “what it?” moments in franchise history.
And what if …
Vince hits that shot
You know the one? In Philly? Game 7? I’ve said it for years, he makes that, they go on to beat Milwaukee in the conference final and get to play for a championship.
Butch doesn’t go nuts
I still say he’s the best X and O coach they’ve ever had, if he keeps that team together before Lenny takes over, I think he gets even more out of them.
As their personalities emerged, I think McGrady and Vince Carter could have morphed into a dynamic duo with McGrady the more public and more dominant, just as he wanted when he left.
They don’t draft Rafael Araujo
Really. Yes, Andre Iguodala was the logical choice as protection against the inevitable departure of Vince Carter but even Andris Biedrins would have better if they were bound and determined to go big.
They don’t hire KO
The other two guys on the short list were Sam Mitchell and Mike Woodson and, in hindsight, I think we can safely say if they were going with a guy with no NBA head coaching experience, either of other two would have been better.
A quick trip to Where-Are-They-Now-Ville.
My man Eran Soroka, who knows everything there is to know about Israeli basketball in his gig as the deputy editor and NBA writer at the Ma’ariv sports newspaper, writes to let me know Maceo Baston has signed with Bney Hasharon over there.
Funny thing is, the same outfit that signed P.J. Tucker a year ago.
Bit of a mailbag thing, bit of a rant:
Q: I thought the Raptors were on their way to setting the ground for a championship- and then disaster strikes! The Raps beat Boston! And (Wednesday), the new players join the line up. I would like to know: What's the plus side of just missing the playoffs (or being first round canon fodder) and getting the 10th overall pick? To me, it looks like a disaster.
Roman B, Toronto
A: Then you’re not an athlete, or a competitor.
Tell me this:
What’s better? Getting playoff experience for young players or having a crapshoot 10th pick in what might be a so-so draft?
No question in my mind; nor in the minds of players or management.
You should want to win every game you play and try your hardest to do it; if you don’t, you cheat the fans, yourself and the game and that’s stupid.
Hey, good travel story for a change that I forgot yesterday. Started bad, ended good.
I’m in the practice gym about 12:50 Thursday afternoon, done the interviewing and ready to head somewhere and write before my 5 p.m. Porter flight off the island when the phone rings.
It’s Porter telling me weather’s coming and the flight’s cancelled and they’re putting me on one at 7:15 or so. That bites so I ask if there’s an earlier one and, presto!, there’s one at 2:45.
They book me on it, I grab a cab about 1 outside the arena and am at the gate and through security at 1:25.
How good is that?
Now, if I can get Porter to fly to a dozen NBA cities, I’d be way cool.
No idea what the day’s going to be like getting home, tracking down Reggie news if there is any and doing any number of other things but if you want to give the mail bag a shot, click here to do it and I’ll see what I get around to sitting wherever I’m sitting this afternoon or tonight.