Talk is futile until the one big Raptor decision is made
I don’t imagine too many people would be too surprised by the tone of the comments Jose Calderon made yesterday when we sat for the better part of half an hour after the Pistons practiced.
It’s the kind of guy he is, as we all knew before he went. Genuinely loved the city and the organization, felt at home in Toronto and was truly appreciative of the opportunities that were presented to him.
A lot of times, you’ll hear ex-players pay lip service to their former teams – I know the tone, I’m sure you’ve all read between the lines in some stories – but this was heartfelt.
But before anyone gets too excited about the part of the story where he talks about the door being open to a return, a few words of caution.
There will not be much money to spend and it’s obvious that Bryan and the upper management have thrown their hats in the ring with Kyle Lowry and for them to back off on that commitment after just one year would be a huge reversal of form.
And this is the “but” that we’ll get into a fair bit more over the next three weeks or a month and something that has to be taken into consideration when anyone is discussing anything to do with this roster and the summer.
Who’s making the decisions?
We all know that the organization has a team option on the final year of Bryan’s contract and while I feel confident in guessing that he will be back – and we’ll get into that a bit more, too – it is not a 100 per cent certainty and until that piece of business is taken care of, all bets are off.
If ownership – which has been dead silent on the matter all season, as you’d expect – decides to stick with the status quo, I don’t see an awful lot of major change on the top half of the roster.
But if ownership decides to “go in a different direction” as the saying goes, who knows what will happen.
Would a new guy want to blow everything up and get back to square one, subjecting fans to more and more years of futility and rebuilding? I doubt it, I still think there are pieces here that are more than adequate, but that possibility exists.
So as much as we chat chat and rant about what shape this team should take next year, who’ll coach it and who’ll be on the roster, we can’t do anything until we know for certain who’s running it.
My bonnet. Where the heck is my bonnet?
There’s a parade and every year I can’t find it.
Oh, there it is.
And, of course …
Okay, it’s Easter and not being a man of religion it’s not the biggest day of the year for me and pardon my heathenism but …
So, the best?
Well, anything Cadbury would work for me and hiding those little foil-wrapped eggs all over the house for Super Son a decade or so ago was a lot of fun (hiding some he’d never find that I could have late Easter Sunday night was always a grand idea) but if you’re going out to find something to for the urchins, here’s one rule:
If it’s a big chocolate bunny, it has to be solid. None of those shell things because it’s a huge disappointment to open the package, go to break off the head (and you always eat from the head down) and find that it’s hollow.
Trust me, your kids will notice.
One more Jose thing?
Here’s one other fact he mentioned about the summer and while his agents will hate it, I believe it to be 100 per cent true.
“No, money never was the most important thing for me, I think at this point in my career, it’s not going to be ‘if you give me more, I’ll go there. No way.’
“That’s not going to be it at all. It’s going to be everything, the team, the city, family-wise, it’s going to be everything under consideration for sure.”
Did Jarome Iginla ever get to Boston? I was busy yesterday and never heard.
Hey, folks, the mail’s a little slow coming in, can you do something about that.
It’s at firstname.lastname@example.org and since Super Wife and Super Son are off on a weekend-long driving adventure to hear music in Nashville and Memphis, it’s me and Super Dog from tomorrow noon until Monday night.
And, yes, I will be finding ways to find stools and perchance dine out but there will be time to answer questions and you know how much I like that.
Just because some people sometimes ask, here’s the Nothing But Net thing from this week.
The interesting part is down the bottom with the little note about the league – again – making a public admission that officials blew a game-altering call, this time against Minnesota and for the Lakers earlier this week.
What astounds me is that the official who missed the call can’t be more than 10 feet away from the play, I have no clue what he could have possibly been watching but it’s a shocking failure of a guy who’s supposed to be a professional and at the top of his craft.
I guess these public admissions of egregious errors are made to offer some kind of solace to the aggrieved parties; all they truly do is show blatant mistakes. And while solace is nice, there has to be some way for the NBA to better train its officials. I don’t know what it is, but there are some smart people in the head office, they need to figure it out.
This year has been the worst I can ever remember for consistently bad officiating and I wonder if it’ll ever get any better.