That certainly wasn't one for the ages
Well, that was something of a stinker, wasn’t it?
It may take some weird kind of osmosis or channeling of past games to make it happen but someone -- anyone -- has to create some tempo in this series or we’ll be hard-pressed to stay awake most nights.
But, I’m not sure we’re ever going to get an electrifying, offence-first game with these two teams, they defend too well, but even by those standards, that was pretty dull. I blame the layoff between the end of the conference final and the final.
That gave the coaches all kinds of time to break down tape and devise defensive game plans that worked almost to perfection for most of the night. At no time during the game did you think either team did anything that was a huge surprise to the other and that’s why we got a grind-it-out, kind of boring game of contested shots and few great looks.
But the beauty of playoff basketball is seeing teams make adjustments game-to-game and to see if they work.
You can be sure that Rick Carlisle and his staff were up late dissecting video last night and they have just today’s practice -- which is always a light one at this time of year -- and tomorrow’s shootaround to make the necessary changes.
And that’s why I love post-season basketball. There’s no back-to-backs, no three-games-in-four-nights, there can be a healthy level of animosity that builds up and the intensity seldom wavers.
I think you can liken Game 1 to the opening rounds of a title fight, teams are feeling each other out, jabbing and running. The real fun starts now, or at least no later than Game 3. And given what happened in Game 1, that’s a good thing.
Player of the game?
Yeah, guess it has to be LeBron, right? But I’m not sure we don’t have to give a wee bit of credit to Haslem, who played a typically understated defensive game as Miami simply turned the screws on the Dallas offence.
Oh, this is one of the all-time digressions and I think you might have fun with it.
Q: Hey Doug. This might be a good one for a weekday. Can you give us your top five fictional novels?
David S, Toronto
A: Well, we certainly can’t talk all basketball here, can we?
Okay, I have to preface this by saying I don’t read a lot of fiction; hard to find the time, hard to find a genre I truly like and, as you can see, I’m also rather old-school.
And, five? Five’s tough. Impossible, actually, but since we tend to the impossible here, why not.
That said, if you put me on an island with these five books, I’d be quite happy. No particular order here, either.
Have at it, kids.
The Great Gatsby
Bootleggers, class races, let-the-good-times-roll stuff? How could you not like it?
It didn’t quite unfold like Oceania, did it? But the next time you talk about Big Brother, ask someone where it cam from.
To Kill A Mockingbird
I know people who use scoutfinch as their e-mail addresses. A wonderful book, it’s also one of those movies that when you’re flipping through the channels, and ou stumble upon it, you stay there
There are those who think Dickens is a tad over-rated. I, and the people at Olde Cheshire Cheese, would disagree. That said, and a digression off a digression, the next writer who leads a story with “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” need to go work in some other industry.
The Old Man And The Sea
I’m not sure if Papa’s last major work was his best but I liked it. And, really, isn’t that all that matters?
Now, if I had to go to a second five, and I know there’s probably 100 more 5s out there, how’s this sound: Animal Farm, On The Road, Farewell to Arms, The Grapes of Wrath, Underworld (if only for the spectacular Fenway opening).
And, no, I haven’t read any Salinger or Golding. I know, I know. I should. Must have ditched high school English when those came up.
Bruins in seven, in case you were wondering.
Goat of the game?
Well, we tend to rush to judgement but there is no way the Mavs can win even a game if Jason Terry goes scoreless for an entire half.
I’m not a huge Terry fan -- I think he’s got a lot of “look at me” in him and I like my athletes a bit more, um, humble -- so I may be more harsh than some but, really, he’s got to get points.
So, we’re less than two weeks away from the deadline to pick up the option year on Jay’s contract and while the silence, to some, is deafening, I guess it does make some sense.
Bryan’s been steadfast in not leaking any information about him, all we get is “all in due time, not going to make it public” kind of stuff but it’s not that things aren’t going on behind the scenes.
I do know that the two men have chatted more than once since Bryan got his new contract and while there wasn’t a formal “interview” -- that would be rather silly given how well they know each other -- they did talk about some specifics.
Anyway I think we have to get a resolution in a week, just so there’s some idea of whether Jay and his staff need to waste their time in the final stages of draft prep or not.
Remember how I used to love my Macbook Pro?
Remember the morning I had to flit all over Miami looking for an external keyboard.
How about this morning, when I’m working now on Super Son’s personal laptop because mine doesn’t seem capable of holding a charge?
How much easier was my life with typewriters?
So much for the lazy day hanging around Casa Doug ignoring long-ignored lawn chores.
Perhaps the most significant news out of the night came from Uncle David in his Finals State Of The Union media gig.
He said there’d be full blown negotiating sessions in Miami and in Dallas aimed at averting a lockout and after a couple of smaller meetings not involving everyone have been held, that has to be seen as at least a good, small step.
Now, labour talks and stories about them tend to elicit nothing but yawns from me so I’m not going to breathlessly care about what goes on day-to-day but talking rather than posturing can’t be bad.
Okay, off day on Friday with no player or team availability so I’m guessing we’ll do the mail for here Saturday morning. You can do the usual stuff right there. Thank you.