A slow time leads to ... a slow time
So, what’s next for the HOTH?
Slow time, I imagine.
And they seem to have done just what I thought they should do, plug a couple of holes, hold the fort on any major reconstruction and while that didn’t seem to be the message emanating from the highest levels of Maple Leaf Sports and Entertainment earlier this summer, I honestly think it was prudent course of action.
They upgraded the backup point guard spot with a guy who’s been a starter in the league, Hansbrough’s got some over-the-top toughness that could help and they did divest themselves of Bargnani, even if they didn’t get an awful lot on the immediate return.
I know there are people who won’t like that because they see a “treadmill” team that isn’t going to vault right into Eastern Conference contention.
Well, guess what?
That’s not going to happen to any team, you can’t just snap your fingers and get more great players that move the needle so extraordinarily.
Hell, even the Miami Heat with their Big Three took a while to have things shake out and there were no astonishing moves for Masai to make that would have come even close to do something like that.
And to go the other way?
It’s as equally difficult to blow something up as it is to make huge moves the other way. It’s all well and good for fans to sit back and suggest they give away the farm, take it down to nothing and pray the ping pong balls go the right way.
Well, guess what? That’s not easy, either. And it probably takes more time to dismantle that it does to mantle, if you know what I mean.
So, yeah, it hasn’t been the most electrifying of summer seasons so far but it’s been a solid one; they did what they needed to do.
No idea why this Boston band came to mind but it did.
Whatshername is in labour!
How am I going to get through the day?
Everyone pumped for Canadian Open week?
Really. Is anyone?
You should be, it is our national championship and it’s a pretty big event and I know it’s lost some of its lustre because the horrid scheduling it’s had to deal with the past few years, coming on the heels of the Open Championship.
Yes, it’s cost them some of the top players in the game but, you know what? In this day and age, unless you’re a major or one of the World Golf Tour events or a fringe major like The Players, the Memorial and Arnold’s event at Bay Hill, no tournament is going to get a totally star-studded field.
And who really cares?
I think what drives interest is the competition and if there are four or five relative journeymen in contention on the weekend, I don’t think it matters that they won’t have a gaggle of major titles behind their names.
They will play, someone will win, hopefully the weather will hold and there will be some drama down the stretch.
No, there’s no Tiger, no Phil, no this guy or that guy. Big whoop. Those guys play their own limited schedule of the big ones, this isn’t one of the big ones but it’s still something to pay attention to.
Hope some of you do. I imagine I will.
Can I pick ‘em or what?
Or, rather, can I have ‘em picked for me.
Mentioned last week that I needed an Aussie Rules Football team to cheer for, a friend pointed out the Richmond Tigers (dovetails nicely with Mighty Navy Tigers) and the team even got on the tweeter to say hello.
Well, the Tigers kicked some Freemantle butt on the weekend and we’re still solidly in sixth place on the ladder (yes, we call it the ladder down there).
And get this!
The players SING THE SONG AFTER THE GAME!
How cool is that.
I am sooooo mentioning it to Dwane and DeMar and Masai, why don’t the Raptors sing after wins? Start something that might catch on.
Back to golf for a minute, if you don’t mind?
The one thing we want in the athletes we watch is greatness when everything is on the line, don’t we?
We want the big basket, the big shot, the big hit; we cheer for the success in times of stress and lament those who don’t get it done when crunch time arrives.
Well, for all the great collapses in Phil Mickelson’s career, all those crazy, zany, hit in the gorse and the stands and the trees and into places golf balls never go finishes he’s had, it was rather stirring and stunning to watch him win the Open Championship on Sunday.
Bogey-free Sunday? Four birdies in the last six holes with all that pressure?
That was greatness to the Nth degree and a delight to watch.
Mickelson somehow evokes wild swings in emotions from some golf fans I know, lots love him and lots loathe him for some reason.
I’m kind of ambivalent because I don’t follow it closely enough to know but any time anyone can come up with a performance like that in the greatest event the sport has, you have to admire it.
It was what we all want, brilliance under pressure.
After a weekend where I spent far too much time with the TV in the background and the ball game on, I now officially declare the TOD dead.
They died for me on Saturday with the bases-loaded, none-out failure; Sunday’s effort just threw dirt on the grave.
Too bad, could have been a wonderful season.