Running races and casting ballots
Boring day around the lads Thursday but that doesn’t mean it has to be a boring day here, right?
Let’s say there was a foot race, the length of a basketball court, between, say, Reggie Evans, a couple months shy of his 31st birthday, and Ed Davis, the pup of 21?
Well, I’m taking Reggie because I saw it with my own eyes.
So did everyone in the practice facility on Thursday and it was the absolute highlight of a slow, slow day.
As you can imagine, there was a significant amount of trash-talking going on leading up to the sprint and to see Reggie, after he’d won rather convincingly, run around the court with his finger held aloft, letting everyone know the old guy still had it, was pretty cool.
He looked like some kind of Pensacola Usain Bolt.
And anyone who ever wondered about the spirits of these guys might have thought they were 54-20 rather than 20-54.
In between couch naps, caught a bunch of the two games last night and while at one point this year I figured Celtics-Spurs was a surefire finals preview I’m not so certain any more. Neither of them looked particularly daunting and I’m now thinking we might be in for the best post-season in a while.
And if the Lakers-Mavs meet in the second round as they should, I’m thinking last night’s game, with the five ejections and the tempers running as high as they were, might be a great harbinger of things to come.
There. Isn’t it nice to think about good games between good teams?
The playoffs can’t come quickly enough. And all we have to figure out is what we’ll do to “cover” them here and in the paper.
If this season was a Smelly Ford Focus, I’m hoping the playoffs are a Mercedes.
Time to start thinking, I guess.
The ballots for the league’s post-season awards landed in the in-basket last night and I’m going to be busy, it appears.
They’re distributed by the league this time around, with help and suggestions from the team media relations people and somehow they’ve given me MVP, rookie, coach, defensive player, most improved and the three all-NBA teams.
I have to admit I haven’t given much thought to any of them at the moment, I’m sure some will be quite easy to decide and others not so much.
The big one, of course, is MVP.
Is it the best player on the best team?
The guy with the most impressive numbers?
Some kind of combination of statistical domination and impact on a team? Do you ask what would happen if that player didn’t play, how the team’s fortunes would be affected?
I’ve had MVP votes before, quite a few actually, and I’ve always figured it was a bit of all of that. It’s kind of like a “feel” that puts you in the right direction in some regards and this year, I think it’s going to be tough.
Wish me luck, and since I don’t have to have them in until the day after the season ends, there’s some time left to think.
Think the Canada Goose wandering the sidewalk outside of Casa Doug is a sign that spring’s coming?
Or was it just to torment Super Dog?
I glance up at the TV in the afternoon, trying to catch some of the Un-Mighty Yankees as they open up and what do my eyes behold?
I get all excited, try to reach a friend in Accra to go over the game and, oops, I find out it’s a replay.
Anyway, was nice to see the lads in action and a 1-1 draw in a friendly isn’t a bad thing.
Does it feel like this week’s screwed up?
One game, four practices, a Friday that includes a flight instead of a game?
It’s funny about a season. You get into a rhythm or a cadence of game, practice, maybe back-to-backs, or three in four nights and when it gets slow – and this week has unfolded at a glacial pace – it feels weird.
Wonder what it’ll feel like when it’s done?
This is not a question but it made me smile:
Q: Mike Ryan (catcher), George Scott (1B), Mike Andrews (2B), Rico Petrocelli (SS), Joe Foy (3B), Carl Yazstremski (LF), Reggie Smith (CF), Tony Conigliaro (RF), Dick Williams (MGR) -- your 1967 Red Sox -- why can I remember all that when I can't recall what I ate for dinner last night? Because that's what old people are like. To be truthful I was 12 years old and falling in love with baseball for the first time during a 4 team pennant race down to the wire in the AL. Two years later the Expos arrived in my home town and I forgot about the Red Sox.
Brent G, Toronto
A: I was 10, became a huge Jim Lonborg fan, lived every at-bat as Yaz chased the Triple Crown and came to loathe George Scott for his ability to strike out in every significant at-bat.
Speaking of schedules, here’s another reason I don’t want to cover TFC (among the zillion).
Draft Expert Phil, this guy I know, points out the soccer team has five games at home in March and April and only one in July.
That kind of bites, doesn’t it?
And speaking of mail, you’ve kind of let me down this week, good people.
I could use some more questions, more hellos, more innermost thoughts. Not sure when a mail bag might get done with games Saturday and Sunday but if you’re good to me today, maybe that’s how I fill this space tomorrow.
Quick question: Did the pucks clinch home ice with that win last night?
Anyway, am on first Porter Airline flight from the island to Midway. What am I to expect?