A big day coming and a big night ends quietly
Many, many digressions today since all I saw yesterday were airports, a hotel and about 40 seconds of an optional Miami Heat workout.
Oh, and one of the oddest, or saddest, Valentine’s Day moments I’ve seen.
Read on, please.
Boo? Cheer? Silence?
I have a feeling on what’s going to happen, there will be venom spewed and the game will devolve into just another night but here’s one thing I’d like to point out.
Did you ever stop to think that maybe Bosh did the franchise a favour by moving on?
How many of you who will boo and get angry and hate him spent the past few years in hand-wringing angst about the Raptors being unable to really make a move up the standings?
And was that because they had one guy who dominated everything and nothing they could put around him worked?
You know how I feel, that Bosh was a sublimely talented player saddled with a group around him that never really meshed. Was it his fault that Jermaine O’Neal didn’t pan out? Did he show up fat and uninterested any year like Hedo Turkoglu did? Was his fault he played for three head coaches and under four general managers in seven years?
And maybe him moving on was a cleansing moment for the franchise. It allowed the HOTH to truly get on with the process of improvement, and going young and seeing how things can build from the ground up rather than with one piece of a puzzle already in place.
This is a difficult and trying year for everyone connected with the team but maybe it’s a necessary step back to eventually make a step forward. And I’m not sure either of those steps could have been taken if Chris had stayed.
I will say this: Over his seven years in Toronto, Bosh was a loyal and diligent employee. He played to the best of his abilities, was a good teammate and excellent player on the court.
He was – and this debate will rage for years, I believe – the best or second best talent to ever put on a Toronto uniform but the time had come when he had to go, for his own sake and, as it may turn out, for the sake of the franchise.
Boo him if you like; but in your minds, know that you owe him some thanks, too.
What’d I miss around the Raptors?
Well, seems very little.
Did talk to one guy last night and the overwhelming sense I get about the game tomorrow night is “ho-hum.”
Fans may get worked up but the players – most of them – see it as another game. They’ve already played against Chris twice so that’s not going to be a new experience. They know it’s a cruel business sometimes and players make decisions for their own personal reasons.
The one thing I got from talking to a few guys here and there, though, is that the energy in the building will be fun, it’ll turn a game into an event
I notice Carmelo Anthony hasn’t been traded yet.
Man, I can’t wait for Feb. 25.
Okay, this is getting ridiculous.
Remember the flight delay I had to sit through when the co-pilot was stuck in traffic?
Well, I beat that on Monday morning.
We’re told the 6:30 a.m. American Airlines flight from Pearson to Chicago, where I was to meet up with the American Airlines flight over to Indy, would be delayed half an hour.
No reason, just a half hour delay.
Well, it turns out we were delayed – get this! – because the fire alarm in the Toronto hotel the pilots were staying in went off and they were trapped outside without their bags and couldn’t get to the airport on time to drive the plane.
Yep, a stupid fire alarm in some stupid hotel backed us up just enough that the extra 20-minute wait for a ground hold in Chicago, where the wind was blowing (a shocker!!!!), made me miss the connection and spend a delightful two extra hours in O’Hare.
Why can’t I get the sound of Jim Nabors singing Back Home Again In Indiana out of my head?
Bobcats 109, Lakers 89.
That’s why they play the games.
The nice things people do.
The plane at the gate next to us at O’Hare was headed for Atlanta and about half an hour before it’s to board, a U.S. soldier in uniform comes wandering by.
As soon as he sees him, the gentlemen doing the paperwork for the flight says, “come here, sir” and prints him out a new boarding pass with an upgrade to first class.
That should happen for every Canadian and American soldier at every airport for every flight as a matter of course.
All right, I don’t know if this is sad or what but it was a fascinating moment to an eavesdropper.
I stopped by to see Elmo’s cousins – Harry and Izzy, who live next door (that’s going to take some deep Hoosier knowledge to get) – and when I’m on my stool this guy sits down a couple of seats away.
Dressed to the nines, three-piece suit, I hear him ask about the timing for a meal. He’s got a friend joining him and he wants the Cosmo perfectly chilled but not watered down, he wants the lobster tail hot and the drawn butter at the perfect temperature at precisely 7:30 because the lady will be joining him.
Oh, then he says he’s been trying to convince this woman to see him for months but when he mentions her, um, boyfriend my ears perk up.
Well, 7:30 comes and goes and I’m thinking this can’t possibly end well when all of a sudden here she comes, about 15 minutes late. She’s much younger, quite the looker and they seem to be quite happy. The cosmo’s good, the lobster looks delicious and he’s over the moon happy.
Well, now it’s time for another drink and he offers her another cosmo but, no, it’s time for another lobster tail and he says, ‘why not, give the lady what she wants.’
He’s happy. Quite happy.
Lobster’s done, I figure they toddle off for a walk or a nightcap or whatever (I couldn’t leave until this little drama plays out) when all of sudden, the girl gets up, says goodbye and is gone.
I figure the guy’s got to be crestfallen, right? Nope. He seems openly glad for the time he had and after I pay up and am about to leave, he’s in the same stool, having the fourth martini of his night.
I have no idea of the back story or what but it was an interesting evening to say the least.
And with that, I’m off to find some basketball to write about.
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