Well, that’s going to make it pretty hard to get to three wins this week, no?
(Yes, my math skills are unparalleled).
And it sure takes some of the shine off the game in Milwaukee in Saturday, no?
But soldier on we must …
As bad as ever
Yes, I thought Andrea Bargnani was playing scared, as I mentioned the other day, and I thought – and at some level still think – there is a roll for him.
But after the dog of a game last night, he’s got to be running out of chances with everyone concerned. And that’s teammates and coaches, some of whom are starting to cast a furtive eye in his direction.
I know Bargnani is never going to be – nor was he ever – a high-intensity guy but the loafing you saw last night is simply unprofessional and unacceptable and if he starts to lose his teammates and coaches as supporters, it’s over.
No one – yet – wants him benched but he needs to at least show more effort than he did last night. He was okay in the effort department the other night against Washington – he looked engaged and just missed good shots – but last night it looked like he was off in some other area code.
The kid is turning into his own worst enemy, those on the staff and the roster who supported him are not all that enthralled any more and if their support goes, he’s done.
He’s close but it’s now up to him to make amends.
So, what now?
Regardless of what you or I think, these guys are not going to give up the ghost of a playoff race yet.
Not sure when the inevitable hits home and the race is over -- six back in 10th with just 24 to go seems an impossible task – but just listening to them in the locker room after the Cleveland game hammers home their continued confidence.
They were disappointed, frustrated and ticked off, of course, but no one was throwing in the towel; not Dwane, not the three of four players I talked to.
And you may say it’s silly to think that way but what you think, or I think, doesn’t really matter. Until it’s over, it’s not over.
So if you’re looking for 30 minutes a night for Terrence Ross or 40 minutes a night for Jonas Valanciunas or 15 minutes a night for Quincy Acy, you’re not going to get it yet.
Please don’t whine, it’s not your decision and until you get Dwane’s job, there’s nothing you can do about it.
The appearances of Sebastian Telfair (average at best, no real impact) in the second quarter and Aaron Gray (rusty, questionable hands, no real impact) were driven entirely by the need for some defensive effort, intensity and stops.
Didn’t happen, really; the Cavs still rolled up too many easy baskets but it goes to the heart of Dwane’s problem: He’s got too many who you never know what you’ll get from to make it easy to figure out what to do each night.
More? Of course there’s more.
Not bad that Stephen Curry got those 54 points in New York last night considering he should have probably been suspended for escalating the scuffle the other night in Indy.
And, yes, I thought the NBA came down lightly on the participants in that skirmish but I’ve thought David Stern and his disciplinary henchmen have been soft all year.
What did the famous guy say?
Yeah, times they are a’changing.
Really, any night that ends with three Yeungling’s and a first-time taste of huge mushrooms filled with cream cheese, battered in a Guinness batter and deep fried can’t be considered a bad night, can it?
And you can put Flannery’s on the list of top post-game watering holes, it’s good all the requisites. It’s a five-minute walk from the arena, it’s got a great selection of taps, the kitchen’s open late, the bar staff will turn bad college basketball off for an NBA game and it’s directly on the way home.
Mail? Since I’m not doing anything at the game Friday night, there’ll be plenty of time. So do your stuff folks, please. You know how.
You know, I’ve got a lot of friends and a couple of relatives in Ottawa and I quite like the city and would love to head back there for a week of training camp sometime.
But, really, there are some entirely wrong-thinking people up there and I’m not talking specifically about Honourable Members.
I’m talking about the people who somehow thought it would be okay to name the coming NBL Canada team up there the Tomahawks.
These people could not have been serious, could they? How could they get it so wrong?
What, was Redskins taken?
It’s idiotic, actually, and I don’t care how the owners of the team tried to spin it, it was a ridiculous decision from the get-go, they had to know in these Idle No More times in which we live that there would be some blowback on the decision. Why invite it? Why not think things through before such a gaffe?
Thankfully, it looks like they’ll fix it soon.
Hey, here’s an idea.
Why not call them the Redblacks?
So Gumby and I are finishing up the typing last night, he checks his e-mail and finds out the good folks at Air Canada have already cancelled his flight home today and rebooked him for Friday.
Guess who appreciates the Smelly Ford Taurus now?
Speaking of the drive, we’re trying to be on the road by 8 a.m., should get us across the border in plenty of time to settle somewhere by noon to answer questions for an hour or so.
Join in the fun, I presume Andrea’s name will come up.
Not quite but I’m glad they found the sausage costume in Milwaukee and whoever would be so low as to steal a Chicken-like suit should be punished to the full extent of the law.
Now, if people were to steal a couple of NBA outfits, I’d be quite fine with it.
They could get the sickly Coyote in San Antonio and the world wouldn’t be worse off, I’m not sure the Hawk down in Atlanta would be missed and whatever that goofy thing is in Brooklyn can disappear any time.