Saving money, lessons learned and, no, turkeys cannot fly
There’s 70 games left.
Want the bad news?
There’s 70 games left.
I know the lads have today off, I think they – and I need it.
You spend your money
Had a whole lot of suggestions that maybe Dwane or a player or two should have “gone off” on the officials after the game, certainly incurring a fine.
Don’t for a second think that the league won’t hear from Toronto today (perhaps they already have) and they will be made aware of whatever grievances the Raptors have to make.
And they will listen because it will be done through proper channels and without any public fanfare, as the league wants.
There have been moments already this season, I’ve been told, when tapes and video have been sent and, yes, the league has concurred that mistakes were made.
Of course that’s too after the fact but you’d think an accumulation of them might have some impact.
But ranting and raving and “going off” does nothing; it’s counter-productive, in my opinion. No sense in publicly embarrassing anyone, follow proper channels and see what happens.
I don’t know what, if anything, eventually will but if enough complaints are lodged against enough officials and the league agrees calls are being regularly blown, some official is going to pay some price.
Yes, Terrence Ross looked good and scored some points and didn’t get drilled defensively too many times. Best game of the season for him and if DeMar has another off-night like he did for most of Wednesday, Ross will probably get some more time.
But if anyone thinks he’s earned even 20 minutes a night off one okay game, they need to adjust their meds.
There are subtleties none of us sees – that’s a simple fact – as Dwane pointed out, all while lauding Ross for his effort.
“Terrence Ross had numerous teaching moments in the first half when (Ben) Gordon was hooking him. He’s got to show his hands to the officials and keep them away Gordon in those situations where he can’t hook him … All those situations were teaching moments for him in the first half.”
Those are things none of sees and few of us understand and it speaks to my oft-stated contention that we should leave coaching to the people who know what they’re doing.
A good looking kid
There was a fair amount of young talent on display in that game, wasn’t there?
Know who I liked best?
That Taylor kid from Charlotte.
He wasn’t at all fancy, nor all that noticeable to many I suspect, but he bottled up DeRozan for most of the night with as good defence from a rookie as I’ve seen this year.
Now, I have no idea if he can sustain it, or if last night was some anomaly, but if he can keep that up, he’s got a chance.
Given the day, you knew this was coming, right?
Best sitcom line ever, and maybe one of the all-time great scenes.
(Although Chuckles the Clown’s funeral is right up there, isn’t it?)
Anyway, if there are American Irregulars who can drag themselves away from family or flag football, Happy Thanksgiving.
And, no, turkeys cannot fly.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, we’ve spent a few of them down here south of the 49th and I don’t know that there’s any comparable Canadian holiday.
Now, I don’t get lineups for sales – I don’t even get lineups for clubs – and I cannot imagine ever taking part in Black Friday because I’m sure it’d end with some homicide charge but the rest of the weekend is unreal.
It’s really kind of cool that it’s such a family event for every family; it kind of reminds me what Christmas was like 40 years ago around our lives, when it was all about time with the family. It’s not that way anymore – I think I’ve probably flown on 10 of the last 12 Christmases – and it’s too bad.
The Yanks don’t do an awful lot of things better than we do – it is a short, short list – but Thanksgiving is something unique and that they excel at.
Of course, if you’re a visitor without family, it can suck.
I can remember landing one year in Indianapolis sometime late on the Thursday. You could have shot a cannon off in the downtown and not hit a soul, saddest sight a travelling guy could ever imagine. It must have been so long ago that neither of the two downtown Marriotts was even built because I can recall wandering the streets in the early evening looking for somewhere to eat and we couldn’t find a single spot open.
And I don’t even think we had a mini-bar in our rooms.
So, on second thought, Thanksgiving sucks.
So I’m sitting in the lobby bar at my hotel starting on this about 11 last night and who sits at the table behind me but the three officials and a retired ref who is now working a league supervisor.
No, I didn’t go over to say hello, I have a nodding acquaintance with a couple of them and a slightly better one with the boss but it wasn’t the time.
Okay, here’s the deal on the Grey Cup and I probably need some help.
The Tall Foreheads want me to do some kind of rolling blog/chat/whatever on Friday and Saturday. Do I just start it around noon and see what transpires from wherever I am? Do I settle on some cool stool and chat for a few hours in the afternoon and, if so, where? Or do I become some kind of old, grumpy Where’s Waldo and move from spot to spot? You tell me.
But I promise you this: I’ve been to a bunch of Grey Cups over the years and it’s always fun. I know there’s talk of it being lost in a big city but, trust me, if you find Grey Cup revelers, it won’t matter where you actually are, you will have fun.
And it’s a darn sight better than Raptors-Pistons in Auburn Hills. Sorry, Cathal.
And, finally, of course there'd be one of these in the hotel lobby; it's Nov. 22