There's no rush to do something dumb
Well, at least there’s another mind officially on board to help wade through the minefield that is this time of the year.
To the surprise of no one – and a couple of days after some thought it might happen – Jeff Weltman arrived as the executive vice-president of basketball operations for the HOTH on Tuesday.
I know, fancy title, isn’t it? Guess you’ve got to come up with something that gives the perception that it’s a promotion from the last job but what Weltman is, regardless of how big his business card has to be to get the full title in large type – is Masai’s right hand man and a bit of his conscience.
And he couldn’t have arrived soon enough given what this week might be like.
Any NBA GM worth his iPhone, Blackberry or whatever PDA he has (do they still call them PDA’s?) will tell you, this moratorium week is one of the oddest, most stressful of the season.
You get offers and maybe make counter-offers, agents are killing the phone lines offering to help spend some of your money and having another voice in the office to be heard certainly can’t hurt.
Especially around here.
The great Brian Windhorst of ESPN put on the tweeter last night that the Pistons had offered or will offer the expiring contracts of Old Friend Charlie V and Rodney Stuckey to the Raptors for Rudy Gay.
Since I’m getting wind of this about 5 a.m. waiting for a car to the airport it’s awfully hard to verify and I know Brian pretty well so I’ll take him at his word that it’s legit.
And I would presume the conversation around the office went like this:
“Are you on crack?”
“Crack’s illegal and I’m not running for office, of course not. Why?”
“Look, we may or may not like Rudy Gay but if we turn him into two questionable talents just to save some money next summer, what are we telling ourselves, our players, our coaches, our fans?”
“That we’re firmly in the tank?”
“Yep. And why in the world wouldn’t we – if we even think about trading Rudy Gay – wait if we want to do that? We all agree he’s talented, right? We have no idea how he’ll work here because the 30 or so games a season ago are not a big enough sample size, we agree? And if this offer’s here now, don’t you think we might get better ones sometime in the next six months? Why don’t we do the sensible thing and laugh in the face of the Pistons? Why give off a sense of giving up right now? If we’re going to tank, let’s wait until we sell some tickets so we’re really stealing money?”
“Good idea. Now let’s go watch that Andrew Wiggins tape again.”
And there you have it, leadership at work.
Vancouver, you say?
Why of course …
Keeping with our conversational tone of the morning, two things I’d really like to hear this week:
“Actually, the meeting went like crap. We can’t guarantee him the shots, the role, the endorsements, the crap he wants. We only went through with the whole charade so we can tell our fans we tried and then bleed them for more money”
“It doesn’t matter how the meeting went, I wouldn’t sign with that sorry ass franchise in a zillion years. I’m bluffing so the real team I want to go to will raise the stakes. Silly GMs.”
Let’s start the process now, okay? Have a long flight back Friday and need something to do because I will have watched too much TV on the fight out to Vancouver so the mail – email@example.com -- would be a solid diversion.
Thanks. Would like to get enough to knock a couple of weekend days off but that’s got to be up to you.
Two quick questions no one can answer to my satisfaction:
What the hell good are beets for (besides giving Dwight Schrute something to farm)?
Why do they load up huge salads with all kinds of things like tiny onions that are more decoration than anything?
Yes, my mind is a weird place.
This might lend a bit of perspective.
There was a bunch of buzz around the seamhead world of late as Colorado’s Michael Cuddyer put up one of the most impressive hitting streaks of late, stopped last night, I see, after 27 games.
Now, I don’t want to denigrate Cuddyer or what he accomplished, that’s a lofty number and something of which to be completely proud but …
To put it in some kind of context, that’s less than half of the number of games in Joe DiMaggio’s hit streak.
Yes, we need news every day and there is an insatiable media best to be fed but, come on.
It’s nice, and good for Cuddyer. But that’s what it is.
I would say DiMaggio’s streak is one of the unassailable ones in all of sports; I know we’ve done the list before, at least I think we did, but maybe it’ll give food for thought for tomorrow since I have a feeling I’m going to be entirely out of whack flying west for just two nights.
So, first CFL game in about 20 years, it’s a 10 p.m. East start and that’s all kinds of deadline torture.
Lucky readers, indeed.
Twelve men, right? Rouges? Lots of motion?
And, since it seems an airplane is about to arrive to take me away, I’ll get to comments and whatever in a few hours; you know that in the jinxed world in which I live something big is bound to happen while I’m in seat 29F.
(And by saying that, I’ve reversed the jinx and all will be calm).
(And by saying that, I’ve double jinxed myself and now I need to go).