Erin go bragh.
Yes, it’s that day, not quite the amateur hour Gong Show of New Year’s Eve but it’d be on the list.
Anyway, be careful and have fun.
Yes, it was bad
Brutal game, no?
At least the first quarter was and there was no excuse, really, for coming out that flat.
But it’s what you’re going to get some nights with a team of mostly young kids late in a season that’s already in the toilet when everyone’s kind of hoping it gets over sooner rather than later.
I don’t think a bad start is truly indicative of anything rather than a one-off bad start, they looked lethargic, the Pistons – at least the group that started last night – are old and smart and they made the Raptors pay.
You hope – well, they hope – that that kids learn something from nights like last night, not only how bad it is to get stomped early but how you need to summon energy when maybe you don’t have a lot by using your mind as much as your body.
It’s not going to happen overnight, you won’t see a stark contrast night to night. It’s a slow evolution and last night wasn’t a step back, it was just a step.
In a long, painful, season-long journey.
You know how some coaches are micro-managers, calling every play?
Jay can get like that but he’s also trying to give Jerryd a little rope, to see if the youngster can run a team, pick the right matchups at specific time and exploit mismatches.
It’s what coaches, and good point guards, do.
Well, it’s the third quarter, Jay sees something he wants run and as Jerryd’s walking the ball up the court, Jay’s yelling “early middle, early middle” for the play he wants run.
Jerryd looks over and says, quite calmly and quite confidently:
“They know it.”
What could have been
Talking to some Pistons people and the conversation got around to the two rookies in the game – Ed Davis and Greg Monroe.
And as it turns out, there might have been a very good chance Davis could have been a Piston. Detroit had figured Monroe would have been gone when they got around to picking No. 7 and had their eyes on Davis.
But when the Golden State Warriors took Ekpe Udoh over Monroe at No. 6, it gave the Pistons the guy they wanted.
And, like everything to do with a draft, it’ll be years before we know how it worked out.
A wee bit more?
Got some things.
In case you were wondering, and I’m sure a lot of you were, it’ll be Ohio State, Notre Dame, Duke and Florida in the Final Four.
And if I had to guess, I’d guess Ohio State wins it all.
And, in case you were wondering as well, I’m thinking the Richmond Spiders might make some noise (mostly ‘cause I like a team called the Spiders) and that Jimmer dude at BYU will score a lot of points.
And that, folks, is about the extent of my knowledge of NCAA basketball.
No, I am not wearing green today. It doesn’t go with my eyes.
What I would like to see?
The HOTH come out Friday night with the green jerseys and red shorts so that they look like Christmas trees.
So, have you heard about this Jalen Rose-Grant Hill thing that’s going on? Big news in the Detroit area after Rose’s Fab Five documentary on ESPN Sunday included lots of shots and denigrating comments about Hill. Called him, among other things, an Uncle Tom, kind of ripped his family and was quite something. It’s was how Jalen felt as a teenager headed to Michigan and was quite a look at how someone his age thought back then.
Well, Hill wasn’t going to take it lying down and offers this as a rebuttal in the pages of the New York Times.
Now, I have no problem with two grown men having a difference of opinion over such matters, I find it quite enlightening in some regards as a matter of fact.
I like Jalen, I sometimes think he may speak too quickly too often and not think of repercussions of what he says, going for impact rather than substance. But I do imagine what he said he felt like 20 years ago was indeed fact and who am I to argue. I’m not of that background, few of us are and if that burned in him, it burned in him.
I wonder, though, if he still feels that way today and in the documentary, and in the time since its airing, he hasn’t taken a step back or put some context to his comments and I find that a bit troubling.
What’d they say in Detroit about that one?
On a day like today, but of course!
In consultation with the one and only Jack Armstrong and in a continuing effort to hammer the St. Patrick’s Day thing to death, we present …
Top Five Irish Bars In NBA Cities
I, or we, have to have been there and while we generally lead a cloistered life, we did come up with five, in no particular order, and a couple of honourable mentions.
Ri Ra, Charlotte
Sat there one night and all of a sudden a jam session of Irish music broke on the stage. Good food, good people and I once had a chat with a woman working there who was from Ballinasloe, a great little hamlet in the middle of Ireland.
McSorley’s Ale House, New York City
Classic old time pub, you should check it out some time.
You can spit from the loading dock at the Target Center to the front door, which is a great thing if, say, you’re broadcaster and have a few minutes to kill before the post-game bus heads to the airport and the charter. (Or so I’m told).
Tir Na Nog, New York City.
Across the road from Madison Square Garden. Good music, nice atmosphere and there are always cabs waiting outside to take you home. Or somewhere else.
The Kells, Seattle
I know, I know. There is no Seattle any more but this is a classic, classic joint down an alley with no TVs, and great ambiance. It’s sister joint in Portland is okay, but if you can go here, go in a hurry.
Honourable mention: Not a bar, but the Buena Vista Coffee House in San Fran has to be considered, there’s a joint around the corner from Conseco in Indy that’s good and, no, I don’t have one in Boston, which is odd.
“Indubitably,” the people say. “Indubitably.”
Let’s start the process, shall we.
It’ll give me something to do on a couple of flights Saturday.