Of Jonas, Mo and a Top 3 pub story
That was entirely predictable, wasn’t it?
Make a run to make it close and then the Heat get a bit more serious and it’s over.
Guess the only notable thing to me was the lack of buzz in the building. It get way quiet most of the afternoon, never expected that.
More to come
I’m not going to say it was a breakthrough game by any stretch for Young Jonas because he was operating against a sub-standard front line but there were definitely some promising signs yesterday afternoon.
More than a couple of times they gave him the ball in the post and let him go to work, his ability to get off that little hook in the lane was impressive and now there’s more work to do to develop that aspect of his game.
Especially where he starts, according to Dwane.
“I thought Jonas did a heck of a job on the boards, crashing the offensive boards for us, made his free throws, had a couple of post moves.
“We want to try to get him deeper in the post on his post position.”
Once he gets stronger so he doesn’t get pushed off the block he’ll be more effective; once he gets more adept at passing out of there, it’ll be even better.
It’s a thing to work on as the season ends.
Sure was nice to see Mo Pete for a bit, he’s living down in Florida, looks like he’s quite enjoying life and catching up was cool.
Good kid, Mo.
We got to talking, of course, about his time in Toronto and one thing he said hit home.
He was remembering his rookie year and the start of his career and how much having a solid veteran crew helped him along. Not only because of what he learned on the court but what he learned about being a pro. You cannot discount the value of advice from elders and if you look around that HOTH locker room, what’s the one thing that’s missing?
An old head or two. Just to help keep kids in line, like Mo told us:
“I was scared to miss practice, I thought that I’d get beat up or something.”
Oh, and here’s the video thing they did for him during the game.
Top notch stuff.
Changing the game?
The Heat were out-rebounded 51-26, out-scored 62-38 in points in the paint and won with tremendous ease.
The old saw about needing to protect the rim and battle on the boards takes a beating when Miami is concerned and it’s throwing a lot of conventional wisdom out the window.
I’m still not sure they’re a lock to win a title because of those flaws but the fact they are so extraordinarily good while being smallish and ineffective on the glass is something to talk about.
Well, Canadian Music Week is upon us.
And, yes, I have people who will drag me kicking and screaming into the 2000s during the week but …
Doesn’t get much better than The Band, right?
I couldn’t find the probable pitchers or anything but we’ve got Netherlands-Dominican Republic in the WBC semis tonight and you know who’ll I’ll be cheering for!
Although the thought of a Dominican-Puerto Rico final tomorrow night is pretty juicy.
So St. Paddy’s Day comes and goes and it gets a guy thinking about Ireland and, yep, it’s Irish story time:
(First is the time I crashed Derek’s 75th birthday party on my maiden appearance at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese; the second was when the First Lady Of The Beat and Not Grace Kelly and I met Santa Claus and insulted some Finns at the same place).
Anyway, this might be a bit long and I’m not sure if it’s been told before but what the heck …
Super Wife and I are in Ireland cruising one year and of course people at work know about our trip and the late, great Randy Starkman tells me he’ll never forgive us if we don’t stop at the Hynes Pub in Ballinasloe, owned by an aunt of Randy’s wife, Mary Hynes.
Now, we’re nice and sociable people and we certainly are going to do this on our drive over from Dublln to Galway because (a) who doesn’t like a pub and (b) who doesn’t like a pub?
We get there are 3 p.m. on day, intent on having one and saying hello getting over to Galway to hang out.
Well, we order, ask if Mary’s aunt Frankie is there and, sure enough, she comes out from the back and I tell her I’m a friend of Mary’s and a colleague of Randy’s and we bring greetings from Toronto. We chat, she goes off to the back to work and we’re getting ready to leave.
Here she comes again, all smiles, and says:
“Well, that’s it, you’re all set. You’ll stay around the corner at Mary’s, it’s all set up, go have a little sleep and be back here around 7. We’ll have some music.”
Um, okay. We go to her friend Mary’s bed and breakfast, get a quick nap, get back about 7 and it turns into one of the all-time nights. More than a few pints – a lot more than a few – a flautist, a singer, I believe there was a guitar player and a fiddler, too, and, well, it was a legendary night.
And the head-throbbing, green-around-the-gills drive to Galway the next afternoon was a tough one.
Ready for March Madness?
Guess we have no choice, it’s upon us.
Our young fella Andrew put together a pretty thorough look at some guys you should pay attention to (it’s here and there's more here) and it’s an impressive list, probably the most impressive of all time.
We’ll figure out a way to make some picks you can mock but it likely won’t be until Wednesday or Thursday morning, after the silly play-in games tomorrow night.