No Gay now, price too steep; and the road finally beckons
Well, that had to be a thoroughly disappointing day for many of you, didn’t it?
Big lead – and, yes, we did learn that it is truly a game of runs – turns into a tough loss and the homestand is over.
Thankfully, lots of time left for angst and joy, anger and happiness and the trade deadline.
Nothing coming any time soon
Not game specific, that’s for sure, but according to a highly-placed source, any chance of the Raptors picking up Rudy Gay in a trade are diminishing rapidly and it’s less and less likely something will happen.
The asking price is far too high.
As I mentioned last week, the players most coveted include the likes of Jose Calderon, Terrence Ross and one of the young bigs – and I know Valanciunas’s name has come up in conversation – and I would suggest Bryan should have no interest in that kind of chatter.
Gay’s a good player – he’s a definite upgrade on what they have now – but if it’s such a steep price that it robs you of your assets, it’s not worth it.
All it does is make you different, and not necessarily better.
So you can put the chatter on hold for now; I’d say it’s 5-95 at best that they even have more serious discussions.
You knew – and if you didn’t you should have known – that the thin frontcourt situation would eventually jump up and bite the Raptors in the bum.
I don’t care what anyone thinks of Bargnani and Valanciunas but they need more big men; they can’t keep playing Johnson and Davis forever. Eventually they’re going to wear down, eventually they’ll come up against a team that’ll eat undersized small-ball fours and rookie backups.
Johnson and Davis were very good yesterday, no question; they also looked dead tired when the Bucks finished with impunity around the rim in the final minutes.
Revert to form
I think this team operates far more smoothly with Jose as the starting point guard – and a 34-point first quarter yesterday and a 10-4 record of late proves me correct – but for the 18 or 20 minutes he’s on the court, Kyle Lowry has to be more like himself.
He cannot pound the ball at the top of the circle waiting to make the perfect pass as the shot clock runs down. He has to move the ball more quickly or get into the paint and get the defence moving; if he doesn’t, his effectiveness even as a backup is diminished.
I know the coaches see the same thing, I know his teammates see the same thing. He’s got to see it.
This is what else.
Okay, so it’s not quite the Naismith Cup, which I’m sure is in someone’s house holding potpourri or something, but those zany media relations guys from Toronto and Milwaukee have something on the line when the teams play.
Because J. LaBumbard of the Torontos is from Wisconsin (a Wisconsinite, Winsconinonian, Cheesehead?) and because his Milwaukee counterpart has a sense of humour, there’s a copy of the sheet music to The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald at stake every time the teams play. The PR director of the winning team gets to keep it and since the Raptors haven’t beaten the Bucks in eons, it’s permanently stored in Milwaukee.
Glad we finally found a way to run this about The Other Dream Team and since some of you have asked, you can get a DVD through the documentary’s website and I understand you can rent it through iTunes beginning tomorrow.
Hmm, let’s see.
Flight today, game tomorrow, flight and game Wednesday, flight Thursday, game Friday.
Yeah, all this home time has come to a screeching halt.
A quiet night in Brooklyn sounds like a good idea, no?
Told you the football winners would be Denver, Green Bay, New England and Seattle, didn’t I?
What? It’s Baltimore, San Francisco, New England and Atlanta?
Has to be a bit disappointing, which is entirely surprising given how the season began, but when the six games started, they really were thinking at least four, and hopefully, five wins.
They got three, were exposed a couple of times for lack of size without the two injured seven-footers and maybe that does calm down expectations a bit.
There are 45 games to go – that’s an awful lot of games – and they are pretty much where we figured they’d be: Scratching and clawing out of the early-season hole.
They aren’t as good as 10-4, not as bad as 4-19; they are somewhere in that middle and now that things get back to normal schedule-wise, finding where in that middle they fit will be interesting.
There are a couple of creative types lurking in the back rooms, it appears. Not sure it’ll stick, but my boyz Paulie and Travis (you don’t know them but they are among the hardest working guys in showbiz) tell me they’ve come up with a nickname for young Mr. Ross.
Not sure it’ll stick, not sure how to spell it, but given his talents and the franchise, it kind of fits.
Yeah, Terry-dactyl. Or should it be Terrence-dactyl?
And does it work?
Got to spend some time at Glendon College on Saturday afternoon (I think you’ll see the fruits of my labour in the paper tomorrow, it’s a super secret gig) and, man, did the memories come flooding back.
It’s a tiny gym stuck in a small campus in the middle of the city and, back in the olden days, it’s where the Raptors practiced before the Air Canada Centre was build and when the SkyDome wasn’t available.
And it made for some interesting times because the team was very much an interloper and an inconvenience to the school.
How much of an interloper and inconvenience?
Well, they had the gym from, I believe, 11 a.m. until 1 p.m. and they were sticklers about it.
At about 12:55, the girls volleyball team would show up with the poles for the nets and the balls and everything and at the strike of 1 p.m. the gym was theirs. If the Raptors wanted to go long, tough noogies, it was volleyball time and the NBAers had to vacate the premises.
Ah, the good old days.