Taking turns with the minutes, and travel horror
You know the drill …
Six. Twelve. Twenty-four.
(Yeah, this is late, cut me some slack and read all the way to the bottom)
It was his turn
And the HOTH were better off for it.
Landry Fields didn’t do an awful lot if you look at the boxscore, he had two points and seven rebounds in 19 minutes but Dwane called him the “MVP” of the game.
And he’s probably right.
It was another one of those typical Fields nights, made some smart plays, was always around the ball and he grabbed an offensive rebound in the dying seconds that might have been the play of the game.
Under-stated. But effective. As he’s been most of the season.
Now, if they can get his jump shot fixed – and I’m not sure they can – he’s going to be even more valuable, as it is, he does a lot of the little things that no one else on the team does.
Oh, and why did Fields sit the entire first half?
The kids, said Casey. Specifically Acy.
“The key is we’re trying to give mintues to Q and those are Landry’s minutes we’re giving to Q.”
Same old lament
Stop us if you’ve heard this one before.
Raptors shot just 16 free throws, the Timberwolves shot 40 and I don’t know if I can count the number of times they settled for long twos and ill-advised jump shots rather than trying – even unsuccessfully – to drive the ball.
And yes, they won and that’s better than the alternative every day of the week but no self-respecting NBA team should get a grand total of two – TWO! – free throws from starting wings who played a combined total of about 71 minutes.
One each for Gay and DeRozan, even if they combined for 51 points, isn’t good enough. Never will be.
Speaking of …
It’s Toronto’s last possession, Gay has the ball and everyone in the arena figures he’ll drive.
A spin move – followed by another spin that avoided what would have been a game-losing turnover had he not been aware of a lurking guard – ends with a feeble 18-footer that didn’t have a chance.
Now, no, Dwane did not want that but what’s a coach to do? He can’t storm the court or anything like that.
“You have to live with their decisions.”
Sometimes they’re good; sometimes they’re learning opportunities.
Now, you know I’m a peninsula guy who might enjoy a tall glass on a stool every now and then and since we’re in Milwaukee, what’s better than …
You know your flight is too early when you get to the airport, check in and clear security and your search for coffee gets to you to a Starbucks THAT ISN’T EVEN OPEN YET!
Yes, I will give MSP all the credit in the world for being one of the best airports I go to but, really, if security is open and passengers are there, why can’t a coffee joint be open.
Best thing I saw like that was in, I believe, Oklahoma City. We were coming out stupid early one morning, I think it might have after a game in the Western Conference final, and there were no coffee places open at 4:30 in the morning.
But there, right in the middle of a concourse about 50 metres from my gate, was a table set up with those huge carafes of coffee, free to the weary morning fliers.
Will Rogers is hardly one of the most modern or well appointed airports on the circuit but that little gesture vaulted it right near the top of the list.
We all know about the Nik Stauskas kid from Hazelville and Michigan in the Final Four and you should check it out if you can.
But you need to find somewhere Sunday to watch the women’s Final Four semis to check out Notre Dame and Natalie Achonwa.
So, the alarm goes at 3:30 a.m. (and this after solving all the problems of the Raptors world with Jack Armstrong at an Irish place – try Finnegan’s, it’s good), I’m through security by about 4:45 a.m. and comfortably on the plane at 5:40 a.m. for the 6 a.m. trip to Chicago to catch the early flight to Milwaukee.
(Never take the last flight of a day, or the only one, if it’s a game day)
Anyway, about 6:40 a.m. the pilot tells us there’s a mechanical issue with a battery charger and that a mechanic in Minneapolis is talking to a mechanic in San Francisco (!) and they’ll be maybe get it worked out.
About 6:50 a.m., when I can maybe make the connection, pilot says we’re ready to go, at 6:53 a.m. he reports that, oops, battery is still screwed up and we’re not going anywhere.
The nice lady at United gets me on about a 7:10 flight to Chicago, it lands one gate down from the original connection and, presto, I talk myself onto that one, despite having a boarding pass for a 10:45 a.m. flight.
End of story:
I get to Milwaukee a bit stressed but at about the same time; my bag is either in Minneapolis, or Chicago or on Mars.
When’s it going to get here?
“Today sometime. Probably.”
I’m not entirely optimistic.