A few similarities with a couple of young kids
It was today and now I’m like three hours behind. Grrr.
Anyway, a bunch of little things today if that’s all right?
You know who Ed Davis reminds me of a little bit?
DeMar DeRozan a year ago and if you want to chart the progress of a couple of young Raptors, I think they might be mirror images in some way.
Davis is young, he’s a tad inconsistent but you can see so much promise you have this feeling that he could be pretty good.
Now, I like Ed, a lot. Good kid, very personable, works hard and you see an awful lot of promise there.
But the youth is the thing, isn’t it?
His first year was delayed because of knee surgery (and you’ll notice none of these kids spent the summer going out to find open gyms with the people) and his second year was screwed because of the lockout that robbed him of summer league, training camp and the pre-season.
But now? Now you see so much promise it’s not even funny. He’s got good instincts on the defensive end, he’s growing into his body quite well, an emerging offensive game and I see him with great possibilities in the next couple of years.
Yes, he has all kinds of things to develop in his game – his jump shot is far from smooth, he still gets pushed off the block too easily, he needs to get some kind of go-to move – but I think he needs to play a lot and see where he goes with his raw talent.
I think he could be tougher mentally and bring his ‘A’ game every night but watching him on those nights when he’s ‘on’ you see so many possibilities it’s not funny.
He’s not there yet but he’s getting closer and if I’m Dwane as this season progresses, you need to find as much time as possible for him.
Davis played a season high minutes the other night in Sacramento, I hope they stay about that level for the rest of the season.
I think he’s one of those kids that if you let them play, they’ll surprise you.
We saw it a bit with DeRozan, they let him go and he kind of figured it out as he went along and now he’s pretty good.
I think Davis will eventually get it and he just needs the time to show that.
I wonder whatever happened to my 10:30 a.m. flight from Sacramento to Salt Lake yesterday.
Yeah, we’re going to have a travel woe or two over the course of the season and no one really gives a rat’s ass but the 10:30 plane never got there, we were standby and eventually shut out of the 1:30 flight and ended up on the 4:25 flight over to Salt Lake.
So remember when I told you the Sacramento airport was new and way better? Well, after having to sit there for EIGHT FREAKING HOURS I can’t tell you how thankful I was for a nice waiting area and easy wireless.
Best line of the entire airport/airline ordeal?
We’re right at the start, when we think the original plane might get there, and an obviously agitated woman gets in the line at the podium.
She’s all stressed out that it’s a small plane – a regional jet that hold about 50 – and is getting kind of antsy. She says, to no one in particular but I was the closest:
“I’m glad I took that Xanax, that’ll help.”
I nod in some kind of agreement because it seemed the right thing to do and I was a’scared of her anyway. It only seems to encourage her:
“Oh, and a couple of beers. Those were good.”
I skedaddle, she gets shifted to another airline so she could make a connection and Lord knows how her day turned out.
Yes, there might be a bad word in here and for that I apologize and warn you but …
(And I think you all know me well enough to know I am not in any way making light of a disastrous moment in world history that occurred today and the Pearl Harbour memorial is as touching a one as I've ever seen).
Kids these days and their zany lingo.
Ed Davis wanders past us one day early in the trip – it might have been Monday morning in Denver, which was an eon ago – and being the polite small-talkers we are, we ask how he’s doing.
Slack-jawed, I mumble, “um, good” and about two days later I finally run into him again and ask what on earth “pimp-tastic” might mean.
Seems it means you’re having a really good day.
Of course it does.
Hey, a question.
If you jam your thumb on a bedside table and you wake up in the morning and it’s swollen about twice its size and it’s killing you, is that a good sign?
Didn’t think so.
How about the pucks?
Having a wee bit of recent experience in the area of sports work stoppages, I can offer this from afar:
It sure seems to me that the season is toast, I’m not even hearing any of the conciliatory phrases and words we heard at the same time in the basketball lockout a year ago.
And it gets to this, as it always does:
No matter what they say, they don’t care a whit about the fans or the workers in and around arenas who are getting killed by this lockout.
These are petulant billionaires and millionaires try to get even richer and if a few little guys get beaten down by their squabbling, who cares.
I just hope – and I fear it won’t happen – that the fans stay away in droves if this thing ever gets settled.