Totally random unrelated thoughts. Again.
But good ones.
Okay, is this a break, or what?
Suns go three overtimes and lose in Los Angeles on Tuesday night, they probably didn’t get back to Phoenix and their homes until the wee hours of the morning, it was a mentally draining loss and the Raptors had been sitting around all day relaxing and getting ready for them.
Know what that means?
Spurs by 12.
Seriously, I know there are those among you who now figure the Raptors have to be now somehow favoured because of the confluence of events on Tuesday but if there’s one thing we’ve learned this season it’s that you never know.
What I do know, however, is that was a doozy in LA.
A handful of us were lucky enough to have been invited to dinner by a generous season ticket holder (Hello, Mike!) and sitting around the couches watching the three overtimes unfold was excellent.
And when HWSNBN kind of missed every significant shot he took all night, there were more than a few caustic comments being thrown about the room.
Vince went, what, 7-for-23? Not his greatest moment and I imagine a few of you were relishing in is failures, weren’t you?
But if you stayed up late and watched it all, didn’t you feel a twinge of regret that Captain Canada couldn’t pull that one out?
Oh, it is to be conflicted when you’re watching the Suns, isn’t it?
Kind of like being on the most exhilarating rollercoaster you can imagine; and I imagine more than a few of you love a good ride every now and then.
But that game was indeed one for the ages and put some juice into one of those end-of-the-year regular season nights that are so often so predictable.
So what did the Raptors do Tuesday?
How about a lot of nothing, which is good and, I’m sure, was most welcome.
But before you think all they all did was sit around the pool or hang around the mall or sleep the day away (what a perfect thought that is) I’m told a few of them got up some shots, a couple of them spent some time with the trainers and it was a nice, slow, work day.
The kind we all like every now and then, right?
There’s a lot to like about Arizona.
Nice weather. Good people. Cactus.
But the state’s dealing with time is, well, stupid.
I don’t know if it’s the only state that doesn’t change its clocks in March but it’s the only one that I’ve had to deal with and it now being three hours behind instead of two really throws a wrench into the my smooth-running clockwork that is my life.
And, truth be told, I had no idea it was like this until I got to the Denver airport yesterday, saw my 12:13 p.m. flight was about two hours long and got to Phoenix about 1:10 p.m.
What’s it mean for me? And you?
Well, it’s a 10 p.m. Eastern time start, not 9 p.m. and it means there’s no way my game story makes the paper, only the web.
And it means a lot of you are going to have to stay up way late to be part of the IGBT shenanigans.
See you then.
Oh, and it makes the 7 a.m. flight back tomorrow a bit tougher, too.
Harkening back, Irregulars will get the Spurs by 12 line; others need to know it came from a night San Antonio played without Duncan and Parker and were sure to be victims of the Raptors.
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As I was typing this in the wee hours of my morning, news breaks that Elizabeth Taylor died.
Now there was a looker!
And a thespian.
And somewhere in some afterlife, if such a thing exists, she and Richard Burton are probably having some intense row right now.
I’ve probably got Cleopatra and National Velvet at the top of the Liz List, by the way.
Speaking of last night’s Suns-Lakers classic, here’s how Paul wrote it up.
Let’s get this one out of yesterday’s mail.
Q: Hey Doug. Do referees review some first half tape during halftime? Do they take a few moments to look over some calls that the crowd/player/coach thinks they may have really blown?
Colin C, Toronto
A: Yes, if there’s a call they want to look at, or a play they want to make sure they got right, or a situation they feel needs to be more fully explained to a coach they will review stuff at halftime.
I’ve heard refs say to coaches during first half discussions: “Yeah, I’ll take a look at it” and sometimes they’ve back and said, “Yeah, I missed that one.” Or “I looked, we got it right.”
Believe me, what refs want more than anything is to get calls right and if they blow one they feel bad and the good ones among them will admit it right away.
So a guy sits down on a stool on a glorious afternoon at an outside joint to decompress and get the lay of the land.
Comely wench comes by with a cold, sweaty glass of sustenance and just before she sets it down on the paper napkin, she sprinkles some salt on it.
And a guy thinks: Wow, she’s a veteran!
Not sure how widely known this is – I first got it years ago from the one and only Frosty The Grizzlies PR Guy – but the salt on a napkin assures it won’t stick to the bottom of the glass when you pick it up to have sip.
There, public service done.
When worlds collide.
As I mentioned, a few of us were lucky enough to have been invited to a wonderful soiree last night and a few of the usual suspects – hello, broadcast crews! – were there.
But there were some outsiders to and it was an honour for an old seamhead to finally be introduced to the one and only Mel Didier.
And if you don’t know who that is, you don’t read The Legendary Boxing Bob Elliott over in the other paper because Mel’s one of those all-time great baseball scouts/advisers/guys who makes talking about the game such a joy.
No, there was no word on Amir Johnson yesterday; they had the day off as I mentioned and I didn’t spend a lot of time tracking people down.
But if I’m the Raptors, I have to err on the side of caution. Why trot him out there if he’s not 100 per cent? I know he’ll want to play because that’s what he does and he might be the toughest kid on the roster but he’s got to be almost healthier than healthy to be given the green light to go.
All right, late morning shootaround here and then I believe it’s time to sit out and soak up some sun before heading back to what I hear is some snow.
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