Odd numbers, strange numbers and some songs to consider
Well, they didn’t exactly conquer the road, did they?
But when you’re as beaten up and beaten down as that hearty band of young ‘uns was, “conquer” is a nice word but a difficult achievement.
Anyway, for the penultimate time …
Plumb tuckered out
Did you see how gassed Jerryd Bayless looked at the end of that one?
No surprise, actually, since he’s the only point guard on the team these days and Jay’s loath to use anyone else for any significant amount of time.
Check out these minute totals for Jerryd:
43 last night (a career high), 40 against New Jersey Sunday, 42 in Philly on Friday and a paltry 30 against Cleveland, 32 in New York, 35 against Orlando and 38 in Chicago.
Not an easy stretch but any stretch of the imagination, especially for a guy doing that job for the first time in his career.
So if he ran out of juice late in Milwaukee, well, stuff happens and I don’t think we can be too critical.
An elite list
Which one of these is not like the others?
Hakeem Olajuwon, Jerome Williams, Reggie Evans, Chris Bosh, Popeye Jones, Donyell Marshall, Joey Dorsey.
Yep, Joey joined a group of six – now seven – as the only Raptors to ever have 20 or more rebounds in a game.
Not bad, eh?
And, yes, I fully expect the “how can they not keep him, how could they not have played him more” e-mails and comments to come flooding in today and offer this as a cautionary note:
Luke Jackson once scored 30 points in a last-week-of-a-lost NBA season.
There’s another wee note on this somewhere to follow but I will point out that Ed Davis, with 15 points and 11 rebounds, recorded his 13th double-double of the season on Monday.
He now holds the team lead in that category and that says something. Not sure what, but something.
You don’t think I’d run out of stuff, do you?
Hey, I killed on Maya Moore and Liz Cambage, didn’t I?
Alas, no Canadians went in the three-round WNBA draft so that’s about all I’ve got on that right now.
And I’m sure for some of you, that’s enough.
Okay, I’d like to find the brainiacs who can go back to last October and tell me they had the Heat as the No. 2 seed in the East and Boston as No. 3. And that’s not to mention New York, Philly and Indianapolis as No. 6, 7, 8.
Anyway, we’re all set in the East with the matchups, as you know.
Bulls-Pacers, Heat-Sixers, Celtics-Knicks, Magic-Hawks and I’m quite glad because it’ll give me some time to try and figure out what’s going to happen.
Last I checked with the tall foreheads, we were going to run some kind of quick previews in Friday’s paper, which means will have more expansive stuff here on Friday morning.
But, quickly, I don’t really see an upset.
This, to me, is kind of incredible.
And quite telling, I think.
From our Department of Crack Research, this nugget comes up:
As I mentioned, Ed Davis took over the team lead in double-doubles on Monday night.
It gave the Raptors, the entire team, everyone who’s worn a uniform this year, a total of 50.
Dwight Howard and Kevin Love each have 64.
I’m driving somewhere recently, it might have been into Pearson the other day as I recall, and John Fogerty’s Centerfield comes on the radio and one thought comes to mind:
Basketball doesn’t have a song.
It probably needs one, doesn’t it? Someone out there write it, please. Not hip-hop or rap or anything I don’t like, but a song. Please.
Baseball’s got dozens of ‘em, it seems.
And if you ask a guy for his top five, you might get:
Who doesn’t like The Boss and who doesn’t at least try to sing along?
Paradise By The Dashboard Light
I know, the Meatloaf classic may not be entirely “about” baseball but, really, Scooter doing play-by-play?
Yeah, I know it’s a bit of a cliché and goes with Take Me Out To The Ball Game but the Terry Cashman ditty isn’t bad.
Say Hey, The Willie Mays Song
Haven’t heard it in a very long time, it’s by a group called The Treniers and not only does Quincy Jones conduct, if I remember correctly you ever hear Willie in it.
Come on. You all sing along when it comes on, don't you? And isn't that what it's all about?
I need to find it again; and I seem to recall – and cannot find – that Bob Dylan did a song about Catfish Hunter.
That will be today’s task.
Now, I hope you hear those in your heads most of the day.
And if you can think of a “basketball” song, I’m all ears.
Wednesday will be the third game in four days for both the Heat and Raptors, we know how beat up Toronto is, we know that Miami will be getting ready to host a playoff game some time on the weekend.
Oh yeah, this is going to be one played at electrifyingly high intensity.
Not sure why you’d want to know, but in Milwaukee, they wrote that one up this way.
We’ll get more into this kind of stuff as June turns into July but this is plucked out of this morning’s mail:
Q: Doug. If next season is lost to a lockout what becomes of the player we drafted? Is he responsible for his own physical training during that period? Do the Raptors retain even a smidgen of oversight over said player? We better pick someone with a good head on their shoulders!
Dan B, Toronto
A: If there is a lockout, the teams cannot have any contact with players. They can’t go visit them to work them out, they can’t talk to them on the phone or in person, they can’t get them together for any kind of informal group workout.
There will be some kind of mechanism in place to assure teams can continue to provide medical treatment for injured players but other than that, nada.
So not only do they have to worry about what a drafted kid might do, they’ll need to make sure the guys they have are smart enough to get their work in privately in the summer if there is a lockout.
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