We now return you to our regularly scheduled pap and drivel.
Same old, same old
Reggie comes back after missing 47 games, plays 33 minutes (a number Jay admitted was “ridiculous), grabs 11 rebounds, misses four free throws and generally creates havoc.
All to the adulation of the fans and, yes, he heard you.
“It was cool. Definitely. I put in a lot of hard work to even come back to even do my est to give them what they’ve been missing. It felt real good and the love is there and stuff like that. These are terrific fans and they stick with us. These fans keep with us 100 per cent all year long.”
Aside from the fact he must have been away when the boos were raining down, it’s a nice sentiment.
Or good looks.
At second blush, there were all kinds of good shots the Raptors took in those decisive last eight minutes and if they had to do it all over again, don’t think there’s much they’d change.
As we’ve known all year, this team isn’t chalk full of great shooters (they are dead last in three-point shooting entirely on merit) and the absence of Andrea Bargnani really puts a crimp in their offence.
And from the department of regressing to the mean, they were 3-for-4 on three-pointers through the first three quarters; the fact they went 2-for-6 in the fourth shouldn’t really be a surprise.
In fact, when Sonny made two three-pointers in the same game, it was only the third time in 45 outings that he’d made more than one.
A new guard?
It’s been more than a few times now that we’ve seen James Johnson grab a rebound and head up the court leading the team in transition.
Absolutely and he can do it any time he wants.
All season long, they Raptors have been having a hard time getting solid rebounding numbers out of the small forward and Jay’s always been anxious to have someone there he trusts to handle the ball the try to get some early offence going.
The deal is: Get the ball and go but if nothing presents itself early, find the point guard of the moment (Calderon or Bayless) and let them run halfcourt stuff.
But with the ball?
It’s get it and go.
Got a few things, none British.
Well, maybe a couple of things.
After two games in London of no national anthems, we were back at it last night with a couple of strong renditions.
But as I stood there, watching most people barely paying attention and the players mostly rocking to and fro as they rambled on, got to thinking that it seems a colossal waste of time an energy.
Some performers treat them as de facto demo tapes, which irks me to all get out; they seem to be something simply done out of some obscure sense of North American sporting tradition and while this is a pipe dream, I’d like of like them done away with.
In some way, doesn’t it diminish them when we hear them ad nauseum before every single game?
End o’ rant.
What’s up in the Salt Lake fishwraps after that one?
Probably should point this out:
In 2009-10, playing with the likes of Anderson Varejao, Daniel (Don’t Call A Grown Man ‘Boobie’) Gibson and Jamario Moon, LeBron James’s team finished 61-21.
In 2010-11, playing with the likes of Dwyane Wade, Chris Bosh and with the most talked-about team in years, LeBron James’s team has already lost 21 games and has 18 games remaining.
Karma? A bitch?
Most certainly seems to be.
I drove the Smelly Ford Focus yesterday, knew which door to get in and drove on the correct side of the road.
Jolly good, I say.
I have not watched one second of curling through this entire TV ‘season’ and feel strangely proud of that.
Wonder if I can keep it up?
At one point in the second quarter, the Raptors had on the court an offensively-challenged group of Jerryd Bayless, Leandro Barbosa, Sonny Weems, Julian Wright and Reggie Evans, prompting one astute denizen of media row to turn around and observe:
“And people say it’s Jay’s fault they’ve got 17 wins?”
From the department of esoteric stats, the crack staff came up with this:
Al Jefferson’s 34 points were the most ever scored by a Raptors opponent in a game without as much as a single, solitary trip to the free throw line.
When did it get to be NCAA conference tournament time?
Must mean March Madness is coming and that moves us inexorably closer to having to pay attention to draft stuff.
You know, I think it’s great that Kevin Love got his 52nd double-double in a row Wednesday night.
Solid accomplishment, no doubt, even forgetting for a minute that his team has the worst record in the Western Conference. The kid plays hard, seems humble enough, doesn’t cheat the game or his talent or his team.
But, really, we need to stop this chatter about it being an all-time record.
That’s Wilt’s. He had 227 games in a row with 10 or more rebounds and assists. Yes, different era, different circumstances, different competition.
But he still did it and to couch Love’s accomplishment in the terms that it came in the NBA’s “modern era” is ridiculous. They refer to that “modern era” as the period after the ABA-NBA merger in 1976 and to me, any difference in “eras” only comes when the discussion is of pre- and post-shot clock. That’s when the new era of the NBA arrived.
So celebrate Love, or celebrate love, I don’t care, but we need to stop this incessant chatting about it being an all-time record.
It’s a helluva great accomplishment. Let’s leave it at that.
Oh yeah, I kind of decimated the mail the other day on the flight back so there’d be something of marginal interest here for you Wednesday morning.
But that means we’re way down on stuff for this weekend, I’d kind of like to get back on a regular schedule so click, write, send and make things normal.