Boos and holidays and pitching at its best
It’s Friday so it’s Little Things That Could Be Big Things But I’m Too Lazy.
What’s tonight going to be like?
It’s a routine pre-season game, it’s really not a big deal whatsoever but it’s Bargnani Back and I guess it adds a bit of juice to the night but I hope it doesn’t add too much.
I’m sure there will be boos – hell, he heard boos when he was here, why would it change when he’s somewhere else – but I cannot imagine it will reach any significant level.
It’s certainly not going to be like Vince or Bosh or Tracy or Damon – and that’s probably how I’d rank ‘em on the Venomometer over the years – I don’t presume.
Look, here’s the simple fact about the guy and his time here:
He was what he was; a non-rebounding jump-shooting stretch four or five and that’s precisely what he was advertised the day he arrived. No one ever said he’d get eight boards a day or be a leader or be one of the all-time greats.
We knew from the very start that he was a bit laconic (I remember Maurizio telling us right off the bat: “Andrea is the most un-Italian Italian you’ll ever meet”) and that he’d make some shots and never be a leader. It wasn’t expected, it wasn’t delivered, he turned out to be just a guy who appeared in a bunch of playoff games and someone who had some good nights and some bad nights. Nothing more, not much less.
Sure, he’ll get ripped and it’ll be a talking point and some of us will yawn because looking back and hindsight are futile exercises in a lot of ways. Playing the “what if” game isn’t worth it in so many instances. For one – and this is the big one – nothing in sports is linear. It’s easy to say, well, if they took this guy and then that guy and this other thing that eventually happened happened, the world would be a better place.
But that’s inherently ridiculous because if the first move is different, the rest of the moves are different, things don’t turn out the same way and to even spend a second thinking they would makes no sense.
Bargnani’s time here, at the end, was a disappointment. He was hurt too often (I don’t know how hard he worked to rush back from anything and that was an issue from when he had his appendix out years ago) and after seven years, it was simply time for him to go.
It was better for him, it was better for the franchise and that Masai turned him into Steve Novak and a couple of surely so-so draft picks was, I guess, pretty good return.
I honestly do not remember who pointed this one out but I’m kind of glad they did.
Mail. Need it. Lots of it. Barely enough there for one day, let alone two. Kick it up a notch, folks. Use some secret code word if you have to but get to email@example.com and help a guy out.
Speaking of Bargnani, here’s a wee New York story to chew on.
And speaking of questions, we had a small turnout at the weekly Q and A yesterday, I think caused by a bit a computer issue at our place and the fact I know some key Irregulars were off and doing fun things but here’s the results of it and the NBA notes read like this.
If I get off the plane from Minneapolis on Sunday while Super Son and Super Wife are off cavorting and watching football in Buffalo until Monday and I eventually find myself on a stool watching sports and I order a turkey burger, is that Thanksgiving?
But, really, where does Thanksgiving rank on our list of holidays?
It’s certainly not like the same holiday in the United States, where it’s pretty much bigger than Christmas, a four-day celebration of family where the whole world seems to come to a grinding halt until the shopping sales start.
To me, I’d probably put it third on the list, after Canada Day and Christmas and I do think it should be a nice fall day to sit back and reflect and enjoy company and catch your breath.
Too often, holidays – and I’ll even put some birthdays in the category – are simply stress inducers when they should be days of total relaxation, shouldn’t they be?
I know everyone has crap to deal with, family, stuff, whatever, and it can be difficult to truly sit back and relax. We should do it, and we should probably give thanks when we do.
That said, who’s meeting me at Casino Rama late on Monday afternoon for the electrifying intrasquad scrimmage?
Of course, Super Son would have a PD Day (is that what they still call them?) on the Friday before a long weekend.
Funny how that works, no?
Didn’t get to practice yesterday, had a few things to deal with out here at home, there was the chat and was late with Nothing But Net as it was.
But my spies tell me not a whole lot went on, which would seem to make it like pretty much every other practice over the course of a long season.
The routine is the routine, though. We go – or usually go – just in case someone says something important (as if!) and to make sure nothing untoward occurs.
It’s basically playing defence and it’s tough to miss one for that very fact. There are people who suggest maybe not going more often, taking it a bit easy, but the fact is, I’d hate to be loafing and doing nothing on the one day when something comes up or something happens and then having to scramble all afternoon to catch up.
It’s the gig, it’s far from glamourous but at some level, the fear of not getting something or missing something or being away on that one day when you should have been there drives some of us.
Tigers-Red Sox and Dodgers-Cards?
Would seem that they got to the right final four in the baseball, no?
And before I crashed on the couch last night, I got a few innings of Justin Verlander and, I tell you, he might be the guy you want more than any other to pitch that one big game, right?
I love watching greats rise to the occasion at the time it’s most needed and I’m pretty sure Tiger games that he pitches the rest of the way will be destination viewing.
They’ve once again spun The Magic Wheel Of Media Seating and it landed on Air Canada Club for tonight. No clue what that’ll be like – I think it’s going to be our permanent home for the season – but I’m hoping dinner comes with it.
And I don’t know if it’ll still look amateurish on the floor but if it does, I hope those red table curtains get a lot of air time. Classy.