Raps want to hit a home run? They've got Babe Ruth here now
So, what next?
Well, I hear were going to get the full gory details of whatever new role Bryan Colangelo has coming to him sometime this morning – was still no official word on what precisely it was when a long day came to end last night – but that’s about it.
No new president, no new general manager, I’m not hearing about any shuffling of any hands at the moment.
The Flavour of the Month, Masai Ujiri, isn’t going to talk to Tim Leiweke before Wednesday or so people who would know are telling me so we can put that one away to rest for 48 hours or so.
And who knows if it works out anyway, not sure Denver won’t come back with some equally-lucrative offer to keep their top executive.
Masai’s repatriation is not slam dunk at all, at least that’s what I’m hearing in the last 24 hours or so.
But as I’m thinking yesterday – and it was actually a long day of thinking and typing and being like a constant alarm clock (Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!) to some people – whatever happened to the concept of hitting a home run with whatever new guy comes on board?
Some big name that’ll catch everyone’s attention; that idea seems to have drifted away in the weeks since Tim Leiweke first came on board and everyone got in a kerfuffle because he knows Phil Jackson.
Well, here’s one for a home run that makes so much sense it doesn’t have a chance at happening.
If I’m Maple Leaf Sports and Entertainment, I’d certainly give it my best shot to convince Wayne Embry to become the team’s president, let he and Ed Stefanski run the show with Dwane Casey and see where we go.
You cannot imagine the respect with which Wayne is regarded around the NBA; he is an icon and a legend and has done everything imaginable in the game. Cannot be understated.
I know for a fact he loves Toronto – he once told me that outside of championship seasons in Boston this has been the most enjoyable stop of his long and illustrious career – and in eight years here he knows where all the bodies have buried and has walked many a minefield.
He massaged the Rob Babcock-Sam Mitchell relationship, he’s been a sage to everyone who works at the joint for the past half decade and when this thing was headed entirely off the rails last December, you know who was here to have meetings and private conversations? Wayne.
He knows the game, the people in the game, he knows people and how to get the most of out them, how to make diverse personalities work for a common cause while putting aside any differences of opinion.
He’s a presence.
I don’t know who is going to be hurt the most in this changeover, how it shakes out cannot be even guessed at for certain right now, but if Tim Leiweke has a brain in his head, he will not – cannot – let a valuable resource and a great man like Wayne Embry get away.
And if the board and ownership and whoever take the time to try to convince Embry to take on an even more significant role right now, that will be the best time they can spend.
(Yes, I floated the name – entirely off the top of my head and a thought that came right of nowhere – of Russ Granik on the radio yesterday but that was just silly and should be taken as the rambling of a madman)
Yeah, he had some music chops.
I know more than a few people were stung by the news of his passing yesterday.
Here’s a Did You Know.
Did you know that if you settle on the deck to start typing about 10:30 in the morning that you have to shift around the table three times before 7:30 p.m. to make sure the sun doesn’t shine in either your eyes or on your screen.
Not that I’d want to do that more than, say, once a year, but at least now we know.
I’ve got a thing this afternoon that means I can’t drink coffee this morning and you know those people to say they get grumpy when they don’t have their morning coffee?
They’re 1,000,000 per cent right.
Super Dog digression; and a reason why this little Boston is among the goofiest, most coddled dogs in the world.
Or course she’s outside for most of the day on a leash that allows her access to the deck and the yard lest she try to bolt to chase a bird (no, not the brightest).
Well, it’s time to do business, she wanders over and starts jumping up like she’s inside and, yep, have to take her off the leash and walk around the yard until she goes.
Then it’s back to the leash, happy as a puppy.
Weird. Weird. Weird.
So, we’ll all be glued to the TV tonight to see the results of the lottery, I presume.
I can remember actually going to cover a few of them – seeing Glen Grunwald sitting in the media tent at Secaucus, sipping a beer, dejected, after not winning the LeBron year remains a vivid memory – and now it’s a bit of a yawner, no?
But I guess there is a chance they could move up to the top three in what everyone considers a so-so draft so a little bit of attention has to be paid.
We know the details, right? Unless they get a top three pick (and those are the only spots the lottery is for) they have to forego their selection, it goes to Oklahoma City through Houston in the Kyle Lowry deal.
Why should fans want them to win?
Because it’s an asset, not a great one but at least an asset and while the last thing this team needs is to get younger – and there is no franchise-altering player in the draft – having a top three pick to put in a package may make a summer trade easier to accomplish.
If whoever’s in charge could go out to market with a high pick to put with, say, Andrea Bargnani, I bet he could far more easily net something significant in return.
The Raptors, today, don’t need another kid, but they might need the value a kid at the high end of the draft could bring back.
So pay a bit of attention but certainly don’t get bent out of shape if they lose the pick, it’s not worth the anguish.