Taking the high road after a good non-call
Was it a foul?
Was it the right non-call?
There was a lot of hand-wringing around Oklahoma City last night about whether LeBron James fouled Kevin Durant there with about 10 seconds left in a two-point game that the Thunder didn’t deserve to win.
Lots of contact?
But there’s lots of contact on almost every play and I have no problem at all with no whistle and the best part was that the Thunder took the high road, to a man. Especially Durant:
“You know, I think I shot a good shot. That’s a shot I shoot all the time, I just missed.”
Even pressed with a follow-up question, he wouldn’t bite.
“I was just worrying about the shot. I really couldn’t tell you (if there was contact). I’ve got to watch the film, I guess.”
What he’ll see is James get him a bit with the elbow, as almost every shooter gets hit on a lot of those shots, but it was still an eminently makeable look that he just didn’t make. One of those make-or-miss situations that often turn games, this time it turned against the home team.
We know that NBA officiating is incredibly under the microscope these days what with all the flopping and slow-motion HD replays being played a billion times after every contentious call or non-call.
Sure, there are missed calls and debatable non-calls and that was one of many in the game. The Thunder knew better than to make it an issue because they knew it wasn’t the reason they lost. Forget for a moment that the Heat still would have had about seven seconds to win the game (and wouldn’t that have been wonderful to see unfold; to see who took the shot, what the play was; the angst that would have followed), they had been so sluggish for so long earlier in the game that it never should have come down to it.
That was, for the most part, a delightful game and I’ve got a feeling this series is going to turn into something special
And think of it this way:
All that chatter about the James-Durant play took the attention away from the blown goaltending call earlier in the game that also went against the Thunder.
Pretty good day for the Canadian women over in France yesterday. They beat Croatia 66-49, which isn’t too bad since that’s one of the teams at the Olympic qualifier and even a possible quarter-final opponent as the women try to make it to London starting next week.
But, as I do almost every summer, I warn not to read too, too much into it; teams – including Canada at times – have been known to hold back stuff when they are playing exhibition games against teams they’ll meet when things actually count.
That’d be nice.
So today’s the day the dude walks across Niagara Falls, or something like that, on a wire, right?
Yeah, we know how to attract ‘em to the old hometown, don’t we?
Look, there is a lot to like about Niagara. There’s Mick and Angelo’s (hell, Ralph and everyone else), the park is really pretty, the Falls themselves are breathtaking and we have lots of really nice golf courses where you can negotiate enough strokes on the first tee to make the day worthwhile.
Lots of weird wax museums – the Criminal’s Hall Of Fame was a personal fave from way back in the day – and it’s the most neon city in the country, I would bet.
And now some guy is going to traipse across the river on a wire for some TV show?
While I wish the guy luck and hope it all works out, this dude is no Blondin.
That guy pushed a wheelbarrow across the Falls while walking on a wire, carried a guy on his back; Blondin was a daredevil.
Was always cool to drive down Clifton Hill, look up at the statue of him crossing the street and give a nod.
HOTH are just about done the majority of their pre-draft stuff. Only main name they’ve got to get in is Jared Sullinger of Ohio State as Ed told me last night; after that it’s a bunch of second-rounders they’ve already seen a time or two.
But here’s one thing to think about when the debate gets around to Syracuse’s Dion Waiters and whether the Raptors would take him without having him in for a private workout and interview, which is probably the biggest thing in the equation:
Waiters is from Philly and Ed and Alvin Williams, who are as tied into the Philly basketball scene better than almost anyone so they’ve got a good idea of what the kid is like without having to involve sports psychologists or chats over dinner.
Not saying they’d take him if he’s there, but they know enough about him to feel comfortable doing it if they want to.
Off to Miami today (have a 40-minute layover in Atlanta, it’s 1,000,000 per cent sure my bag doesn’t make it; I’d say it’s 5-95 that I make it) and can’t wait to get to the hotel there.
It’s a short walk, less than a mile I’d guess, from where the guy tried to chew the face off the other guy in a most recent episode of cannibalism.
Yeah, I live in some cool neighbourhoods on the road, don’t I?
One thing’s for sure, I’d expect this evening to begin or end, likely both, at Mike’s, one of the great locals on the road, a little hole in the wall place on the ninth floor of a condo building next to the Biscayne Bay Marriott that you can barely find with a GPS and a search warrant. It’s for locals and by locals, good food, a pool table, a patio and precisely the kind of joint you could get to like over the years.
And seeing how I’m not exactly the South Beach type (I know, you’re stunned, right?) that’s the kind of Miami place I can enjoy.
Any other recommendations would be welcome, we’re going to be there a week with a few nights to waste away.
(And, no, I won’t be going back the Clevelander at the ballpark)