Rants, ripping a boy singer and a goalie sings. What a place!
Oh yeah, we are soooooooo all over the map it’s not even funny.
Get used to it, folks.
Edwin Encarnacion as a left-fielder?
Sure, why not.
It’s not like that was the most solid of positions in the TOD lineup last season – we saw the ups and downs of Snider, watched Eric Thames try to find his way and the funniest thing I saw all season was Corey Patterson and Thames trying to play left at Fenway – so why not give Encarnacion a long look?
He’ll have winter ball, spring training and the work he put in late last season and if he doesn’t catch on, there’d be no problem going back to Thames, I don’t think.
Besides, there are far more pressing needs, as we all know and Alex alluded to on the call.
They need a starter or two, a closer, more bullpen depth, a decision at second base and probably a backup catcher. DH and left field are so far down the list of priorities, it was best they got it at least partially resolved with the Encarnacion option decision.
One thing I like about Anthopoulos the more I deal with him?
He makes sense.
He tells you that, no, there is no “list” of things he wants to get done in any specific order; if something comes up out of some perceived need of moves, he’ll do it; if not, he’ll move on.
Putting together a team – in any sport – is not a linear exercise.
You don’t spend this week dealing with a small forward or a lefty starter or a wide receiver and then move on to shooting guard, second baseman, offensive lineman.
You see what’s out there when it’s out there; make your move when it makes sense and then start looking around for other people to fill your holes.
It might look to some fans like you’re all over the map – as in, “Why did they do that now when there are so many other things they have to get done?” – but, to me, it just makes entire sense.
Eventually, all the tasks on the list get completed; the order in which they do doesn’t matter a whit.
Since Mavs-Bulls and Lakers-Thunder couldn’t keep me entertained, it was a couch night and I’m torn:
NCIS Los Angeles?
Usually, I’m in favour of originals in almost all cases – primarily Law Order and CSI – but this is tough.
I’m leaning towards LA.
(See what life is reduced to?)
So let me get this straight.
The other day, Derek Fisher sends a note to NBA players – dutifully and immediately offered to several media sites – defending himself against an anonymously-sourced report that suggests he’s in David Stern’s pocket, as ridiculous a charge as I can imagine.
Yesterday, Billy Hunter send a note to NBA players – dutifully and immediately offered to several media sites – urging union solidarity and fighting the good fight and all that jazz.
I see and read that the league has now set up a separate twitter account -- @NBA_Labor – to make its points in 160 characters or less and, I presume, to refute the tweets of the union.
Oh, and then I pick up the physical copy of my paper and see a full page ad from the HOTH extolling all the good things they’ll be doing in the next little while like a free run at a local gym and some court resurfacings in the city, all nice things indeed.
And the immediate reaction?
The next time I want to see or hear from either the league or the union is when David and Billy are sitting side-by-side at some table, both holding their noses, and signing a new CBA that will let part-time arena employees to get back to work and allow businesses in the area of arenas to avoid laying off servers and staff because there’s no one around to fill the seats.
I don’t want tweets. I don’t want letters. I don’t want self-serving announcements solely trying to curry favour with the very people they’ve screwed over by messing around so long trying to figure out how to equitably split a pot of money that’s so incomprehensibly big no one can actually comprehend it.
I don’t want to see Kevin Durant play flag football, as cute as that can be; I don’t want to hear about some cockamamie “world tour” of NBA players that’s got a snowball’s chance of ever coming off and whoever believed it did should be setting up the house for the impending arrival of Santa Claus.
Just go away and get a deal done.
And then apologize, grovel, offer discounted tickets to every game in every seating level of every arena and pray to whatever deity it is that you pray to that the people you’ve utterly disregarded since July will forgive you and line your pockets with gold, again.
End o’ rant.
Of The Night.
Super Wife: Hey, Super Son! Your favourite’s on TV: Bieber!.
Super Son: He’s annoying.
Me: Yay! Why?
Super Son: He can’t sing. Wait ‘til he hits puberty. Oh, and he’s annoying.
Beaming, I retire to couch.
We’re apparently polling the zillions of pucks fans about who might have been the greatest of Leaves goalies of all time (And I don’t see an option for The Monster!) and it’s causing me all kinds of trouble.
The answers are going into the same spot the usual mail goes and, as you’d imagine, there are pages and pages and pages of replies and it’s quite a pain in my butt to waft through them to look from Missives From Irregulars.
But it being Wednesday and all, it’s time to solicit mail so click here, let me know how you feel and I’ll find the questions.
I’ve got Broda, Bower, Sawchuk.
But then I remembered this and it doesn’t matter what they did on the ice, Johnny Bower Rules!
So we’re running this little poll over at the Facebook thingy (go here, find it, hit the like button if you so choose, let the Tall Foreheads know I’m working over there) on who’s to blame for this NBA mess.
So far, A Pox On Both Their Houses is killing Owners and Players and I suppose that’s kind of telling.
But it truly is unscientific and I’m wondering if it’s really how the majority of you feel.