A good sign and some astronomical numbers
Well, that was ridiculously easy and if the nine games I’ve got left to cover go as swimmingly, I’ll be one happy grunt.
Smelly Ford Taurus will be on the road all morning, will get to what you’ve go to say when I land back home.
Best game in a long time
From Jonas Valanciunas, that is.
Sure, he made some defensive mistakes but, big whoop, everyone does and the kid played hard and well and is showing some of the toughness this team simply lacks. He fights for position, plays hard and is really finishing the season strongly.
One moment caught a lot of people’s eyes:
In the second quarter, he gets the ball on the baseline about 15 feet away and everyone’s expecting to either get rid of it or turn around and try to back his man down. Nope, he squares up, surveys the situation and hits a jumper.
Not all that huge in itself but if he can make that shot and bring guys out to guard him, imagine how effective he’ll be with a pump fake and drive?
That’s going to really make him dangerous and I think he’s bright enough to know how special that can be.
Making the right point
You know how I’m always saying that it’s probably better for fans to concentrate on what a guy can do instead of what he can’t do and that you can make amends for individual failings in a team concept?
Well, I don’t know that I can put it much better ever than Lawrence Frank did when were talking about that exact point yesterday morning.
“Look, every player is going to have their holes so it’s just putting all those pieces together and figuring out how it all fits.
“The thing is, for what they can’t do, that’s why you have four other guys on the court: to make sure it fits. Now, if you have a bunch of guys that can’t do the same thing, you’re in trouble. Same thing if you’ve got a bunch of guys that can do the same thing, you’re probably in trouble also unless they accept their roles.”
And that’s the art of putting together a team; some GMs get it more quickly than others and the good ones can simply make it work.
How to take care
Lots of angst about the number of careless and silly turnovers the HOTH are making of late; averaging about 16 per game over the last little while and they only had 10 last night.
Biggest thing? The right guys had the ball. Dwane can live with a few Lowry gaffes a night, that’s just part of the way the point guard plays, but it’s the other ones that drive him batty.
“Kyle’s an attack guard and he’s got the green light to attack. What we’ve got to do now is get the ball back in his hands and get it in his hands on the break. A lot of our turnovers are happening because our wings are initiating the break.”
Last night, Gay had one and DeRozan had one and it was the lowest turnover total in a while.
More? Quickly, yes.
I was wondering when it would happen.
Every time – and I mean every single time – I drive down here, when I’m trying to find a local radio station and when I do, it never takes more than about half an hour to hear him.
This time? This time it took the hour or so drive to the hotel Thursday, the 15 minutes or so back and forth to shootaround and then, finally, on the drive to the game, we got it:
Not much better in the Bob Seger catalogue than this, that’s for sure.
How about these silly numbers.
Justin Verlander? $180 million.
Tony Romo? $108 million.
Buster Posey? $167 million.
Those are some out of this world contracts that were handed and out and good on those guys for getting them. They are huge gambles for the teams, of course, because they stretch out over so many years but it’s not my money so I guess I really don’t care.
But you know who should be miffed, at least a little bit?
LeBron James. And Kevin Durant. And Kobe Bryant.
Look, those NBA guys are, frankly, underpaid. They cannot ever get the kind of salaries that are commensurate with their abilities and place in the game and anything close to what they’re worth in terms of creating revenue for their employers.
Don’t get me wrong: The money they make is ridiculous and all that those deals yesterday will mean is having to work harder on estate planning but, really, the way the NBA hamstrings its best players on what they can make sure seems unfair when held in contrast to other pro sports leagues.
Okay, I don’t remember which of you fine Irregulars it was but Super Wife and Super Son got to Jack’s in Nashville and they appreciate it. And they’d already had their tickets to the Opry so I presume that went well, although they haven’t checked in with me yet this morning.
Now it’s off to Memphis and I got that handled for them but thanks for the Nashville stuff.
Of course, that they’re gone gives me, um, freedom so I’m thinking drive back this morning, make sure Super Dog is doing okay and then maybe a wee bit of time on a stool watching games and doing mail.
Send me some, would you?