Whatever else happens, it better happen quickly
You see Atlanta making all kinds of trades and Brooklyn making deals and Utah getting in on the action and Portland signs a guy to a lucrative offer sheet and a lot of teams are entertaining a lot of free agents both high profile and low and I know you’re thinking:
What the heck is going on here in Toronto?
Basically, it’s waiting for on the one big shoe to drop and until Steve Nash decides what he’s going to do, there’s not a whole lot to report.
The Raptors have gone so far all-in on Captain Canada it might be stretch to say it’s hamstringing them on doing anything else but that’s not too far off.
Sure, I’m certain they’re having quiet conversations with a couple of other guys – if they’re not, Bryan’s not doing his job and he’s always been one to make sure bases are being covered so I can’t imagine he’s sitting on his thumbs in his office – but they can’t really do anything for real right now.
Money is a bit of an issue – they’ll have to figure out how much they need to clear to get Nash, they’ll have to figure who, if anyone, they’ll have to amnesty if they don’t – but it’s more a matter of timing.
If they get him, all they have to do is concentrate on a three; if they don’t get him, they’ll need to figure out if they’re okay with Jose as the point guard for another year at least – I think they should be – and then find the other pieces they so sorely need armed with whatever cash they decide to clear up.
What I do expect, from the very few conversations I’ve had since before free agency began, is that things will happen rather rapidly once they know what’s going on with the big fish they’re chasing.
It won’t take two or three or four days for them to basically fill out the roster if they get Nash – he’s got that kind of allure to other free agents – and if they don’t, they have to be ready to hit the ground running with Plans B and C and D.
Things around the office have been eerily quiet and calm, no one’s talking even privately, but you have to hope that beneath that calm, there’s some furious paddling being done and once the No. 1 issue is resolved that things will move at a rapid pace.
I don’t think anyone wants to hear “we’ve got some flexibility, let’s see how we can use it in the future.” They want to hear “we’ve got our No. 1 guy now here are our Nos. 2, 3, and 4” or “we didn’t get the big guy but we’ve got these guys locked up” and they want to hear it quickly.
After having the TV on as white noise while I’ve been working away at Casa Doug these last couple of days, Criminal Minds is sooooooo much better with Joe Mantegna than it was with Mandy Patinkin it’s not even funny.
Let’s get this straight:
The Atlanta Hawks are going to trade away a perennial all-star and very much the face of their franchise and a guy, love him or hate him, who can make those dramatic late-game baskets and they’re getting back a gaggle of nobodies and a lottery-protected draft pick and somehow they “won” the Joe Johnson trade?
Yes, it is a wonderful sport, isn’t it?
And the next time someone tells you some NBA contract is “untradeable” please laugh out loud; the Nets took on Johnson knowing they’ll have to pay him $25 million in three years.
There are no “untradeable” contracts.
Tom Cruise turns 50 today; I think we should all jump around on our couches and act like fools.
Ya with me?
TOD for a minute?
How hard is it to watch Ricky Romero these days?
Now, I don’t profess to know nearly enough about the intricacies of pitching – all I remember is that I couldn’t hit it – but I don’t have any real doubt that, eventually, Romero’s going to find the stuff that made him so good just a year or so ago.
It’s a weird business, professional sports. I don’t know what minor thing can turn a guy from good to bad, make strikes become balls, ground balls turn into hits, bleeders become doubles.
But I do know – and we’ve seen it countless times in baseball and other sports – that just as quickly as things go south they can turn around again and go north. Maybe it’s one pitch, or one strikeout, or one rocket that turns into a threat-killing double play; something happens and things are good again.
I’d love to be able to examine the brain of a scuffling pro athlete to see how much confidence plays into it, too. Every good athlete I’ve ever known has been supremely confident, they just “know” things are going to work out for them and there’s nothing to indicate a crisis of confidence in the relatively young lefty.
Sure, he’s got to be wondering what the hell is going on but I guarantee you he thinks his next start is when he gets back on track and that might be the most important thing he’s got going for him.
Going to be a little bit of CanCon on the Raptors summer league team, I hear.
Toss in such other luminaries as Ed Davis, Terrence Ross, Quincy Acy and Mr. Triple Double Ben Uzoh and the team’s eight-game summer league winning streak looks in peril, not to mention it might be hard for them to defend their championship.
I, of course, will be paying scant attention.
Three weeks today I land in London. Guess it’s time to start getting up to speed on the Olympics, no?
And I hear it was the wettest June in a long time over there, remind me to pack the brolly, would you?