A night of dubious achievements
Truly a series of unrelated random items today; it’s one of those days the morning after a dreadful game and a day that was spent mainly in the room writing.
With an off-day in Phoenix, we should be better tomorrow.
Like it was unexpected …
Yes, the HOTH got drilled, never really in the game, not a whole lot of energy and they couldn’t really make a shot which let the Nuggets run and transition defence is not this team’s forte at the best of times, it certainly wasn’t going to be against one of the fastest offences in the league.
So what’s it all mean?
As we’ve said now for months, this version of this Toronto team is not particularly good and prone to wild bouts of inconsistency because they are young, some of them are probably worn out from the season and losing begets losing in many cases.
But to put a lot of weight on Monday’s outcome?
Chalk it up to a bad game by an inconsistent team and hope they have more gas tomorrow in Phoenix.
A big number
There’s a boxscore anomaly we look for every now and then known as a trillion, or two trillion or three trillion.
It’s when a guy plays whatever minutes and doesn’t do a thing. No shots, no rebounds, no fouls, no assists, no steals, no nothing.
Now, a garbage time one trillion’s no big deal, happens fairly often to end-of-benchers but we got one last night I don’t think I’ve seen in a long, long time.
Julian Wright had a 10 trillion.
He was on the court for 10 minutes, 16 seconds with nothing. Nada. Zip.
Now, I quite like Julian and there are aspects of his game I’m impressed with but, wow, that’s a feat.
Things I never thought I’d see …
They put these little notes on the end of final boxscores that have notable individual performances highlighted.
These two tell you what kind of night it was:
MEMO: Ajinca career high rebounds, was 6 vs. G.S. on 12/7/10
MEMO: Ajinca season high points, was 10, done twice, last at Charlotte on 2/22/11.
Yep, big night indeed.
Here we go with the more.
I haven’t been around in a few days, anyone seen Sherm Hamilton dancing in the streets wearing his Virginia Commonwealth jersey? And to you NCAA aficionados out there, how cool is that two schools from Richmond, Va., are in the Sweet 16 and only two from the Big East are?
Guess that’s why they play the games.
(Hey, that’s quite an astute statement, isn’t it?)
This is what kind of day I had yesterday, which I believe was a first in all my years.
I flew from one city to another and got to the new hotel in time to have breakfast in the concierge lounge before it closed for the morning.
I wouldn’t recommend it.
When good guys do good things, you get this.
My man E. Smith, he of the dulcet tones and the Raptors insight, has branched out a wee bit into the world of fashion.
Now, Irregulars know me and fashion so take this for what it’s worth but Eric’s got this fund-raising thing going on for Japan disaster relief that you should really take a look at.
He’s designed a T-shirt that you can buy, with the proceeds going to help send some money over to Japan in the aftermath of the earthquake and tsunami.
Oh, as my inner fashionista says the shirts look cool.
I cannot think of a more stark contrast in NBA crowds that going from Oklahoma City to Denver on back-to-back nights.
Super-charged to somnambulant.
And while the PA dude in Oklahoma was way over the top and the noise was incessant every timeout and stoppage in play there was a genuineness to it that was kind of refreshing.
Monday in Denver?
The place wasn’t full – the Nuggets aren’t a great draw yet – and, yes, the game stunk but even with that, there was still a feeling of boredom or something that pervaded the arena.
I guess there’s some middle ground but right now if you ask me, I want the noise because it was fun.
So my spies tell me Kirstie Alley was the surprise hit of the opening night of DWTS? That true?
Oh, and one report said:
“The football player is quite good. The wrestler not so much. Worst guy was someone no one has heard of.”
And, you know, I know what all that means but I’m also glad I’ll be home next week to put names to the, um, descriptions.
Right. The contest.
It’s here, it’s for tickets for the Milwaukee game next week (six sets of two) and the skill testing question, I think is relatively easy.
It’s not like we’re asking you a Geometry 101 question like a the definition of octahedron or anything.
(No, I have no idea what that means but I presume it’s got something to do with eight)
How did they report on that one from the Denver viewpoint?
Here’s one out of the mail:
Q: Hi Doug,. Just finished watching the HBO doc on the Running Rebels of UNLV. Coach Tarkanian mentioned Lloyd Daniels and I remember him playing for the Raptors for a brief period. Do you recall his time with the team? Any stories?
Sonny B, Toronto
A: I saw that one Sunday morning, too. Pretty good look at that program.
Anyway, Sweet Pea was a 10-day guy in a wretched year, he played six games in January, 1997 (mid-way through the horror of the 16-66 season) and I remember him having a big night and pretty much winning a game for them in Cleveland.
About three days later, he was gone, never to return.
I never, ever get invited to weddings like this.
I knew there was something odd about this trip, quite aside from the gorgeous weather we’ve had in Oklahoma and Denver and how it made me remember that it can indeed be nice outside.
It’s that we came to Denver from the East and that never happens.
We always seem to get here from the West, losing an hour and dealing with the altitude and being tired the whole trip.
And, yes, a quick check of the guide shows that we’ve come from west of here every year since the 2001-02 season and on five occasions since then the games here have been at the end of a back-to-back, which is another blow to any chance they’d have to win.