A good way to make a big announcement
I don’t know Andrew Wiggins at all but I totally admire how he handled himself yesterday with the college announcement thing.
Low key with just family, some friends, some teammates and one reporter from the local newspaper on hand to chronicle it.
We, as a sporting society, endow too many teenagers with too large a sense of entitlement and fame far too easily, we make them out to be far more significant pieces of the societal puzzle than they should.
Breathlessly hanging on their words, trying to sniff out any number of irrelevant facts, holding them in such high regard when they’ve actually accomplished very little in their short lives kinds of irks me, to tell you the truth.
These are kids, accomplished kids, mind you and kids who appear to have bright futures ahead of them in their chosen sports.
But they are still teenagers and too many of them get put on pedestals far too early in their lives.
I think it says more about the adults and teens who working themselves up into a lather over the decision than anything. These people need to get lives and allow teenagers to live theirs; I’m sure there were all kinds of cheap shots and mean-spirited criticism from “fans” at the three schools Wiggins didn’t pick and that’s terrible.
By any indication I’ve ever had from anyone who’s had interaction with him on more than one occasion, Wiggins is a well-grounded young man who seems to shy away from the hype too many people want to foist on him.
Good for him.
Okay, this is one of the all-time debates.
Haagen Das or Ben and Jerry’s? Or Chapman’s?
And what flavour? Chocolate? Phish Food? Those little vanilla and chocolate squares?
Came up the other night and while there is no real right answer, if you said Haagen Das, you’re right.
Of course, nothing really trump Decadent Chocolate Chip cookies but that’s a whole other story for another day.
First trip in a while, it’s a great city with great blues.
I definitely need mail, folks.
Got a flight and that means airport time and that means time to kill and what better way to kill it than answering questions.
(That’s rhetorical, there are probably a thousand better ways).
But it’s firstname.lastname@example.org if you want to say hello.
And so it begins.
The flight’s to Chicago for the draft combine that kicks off tomorrow and that’s the unofficial start of the workout season that some of us are thrilled about.
(No, really. Thrilled. Can’t wait for the first “I think I’d be a good fit, I just want to go somewhere and work hard and do what the coach needs, especially play defence” quote; I’ve got noon tomorrow in the pool)
But this draft is entirely different at this end this year.
Unless there’s some lottery miracle next Tuesday night, there’s no reason for any HOTH fan to get at all worked up but that doesn’t mean we won’t be working and you won’t be reading.
There’s every chance at three Canadians being drafted, which would be historic and is the prime reason for the quick jaunt to Chicago.
Even recovering from surgery and out for four months, Anthony Bennett is lock to be a lottery pick, Kelly Olynyk could give Canada a second top-10 pick and Myck Kabongo looks like he’ll get selected, too.
Well, I’m told the whole front office is headed to the camp, mainly to answer questions about the dithering ownership that’s left everyone in an uncomfortable situation as the new guy tries to make up his mind.
There are all kinds of theories as to why – mostly fanciful musings of guys like me with too much time on their hands – but the simple fact is that unless something startling happens in the next six or seven hours, Bryan and the Henchmen will show up in Chicago unable to really commit to anything because of the questions surrounding their futures.
Not sure but to me that’s a bogus way to run a professional franchise and out of simple respect for the men involved, The New Guy At The Top should get something done.
Trust me, NBA people notice the way people in other organizations are treated; no one is looking good in this entire affair.
Jason Kidd of the New York Knicks has not scored a single point in eight straight playoff games.
Analytically, that sucks.
That’s more than 170 minutes of professional basketball without making a shot or a free throw or layup.
Astonishing, isn’t it?
And while I fully expected the Pacers to beat the Knicks (honest, I did; it’s written here), not sure anyone could have predicted the ease with which Indiana is controlling the series.
So, if the Knicks go out in this round, they will have won exactly as many playoff series as the Raptors since 2001.
The pucks are gone, the hoops are on hiatus, the soccer team can’t finish a game to save its soul and it’s still a month from the football season.
I’d say it’s time to get back on the TOD bandwagon, no?
And given the three wins in a row, signs that the offence is coming around and a patchwork rotation that’s getting the job done, maybe it is time to get excited, no?
One of the great things about the grand game is the enduring quality of the schedule, it may seem like they’ve been playing forever but it’s not even the May 24 weekend (Birth Week starts Saturday for all you people wanting to do some shopping).
So even being 6 1-2 back, and 10 back in the loss column, isn’t that big a deal, to tell you the truth.
And now might be the time to start tuning in again.
Wonder if the TV broadcast is back showing shiny happy people in the stands at every chance?