Nothing pretty about that one but there are a lot more to come
Well, that wasn’t particularly pretty.
Maybe it was just opening night jitters from the desire to have everything go perfectly, maybe it was a failed attempt to make a seamless transition from pretend games to real ones with increased intensity.
Whatever it was, it sure wasn’t smooth or particularly entertaining but there was a very, very good audience I kept looking around at and there are 81 left to go so I’m sure it’ll even out in the long run.
So, without further ado …
Kicking it around
Far, far, far too many turnovers and the most troubling aspect of them is that the majority of them were the result of plain sloppy play.
Bad passes in traffic, forced passes with Celtics in the passing lane, loose ball-handling; just basically dumb turnovers that come mostly from a lack of concentration.
Five each by DeRozan and Gay, I think it was, and that’s one area that has to be cleaned up.
The biggest problem is that they were live-ball turnovers that led to 25 Celtics points.
All turnovers are not created equal, coaches can live with the odd ball being tossed into the stands because at least play stops and a defence can be set.
Last night? Far too many turnovers in the run of play leading to easy transition baskets and a rather significant rise in Dwane Casey’s blood pressure, I’m sure.
That’s got to get cleaned up quickly.
We’ve heard them talk all pre-season about the improvement in defence and while we didn’t see it all night – there were times when their coverages were simply awful – there were glimpses.
Especially in protecting the paint, where weak side defenders were doing a great job of moving over a step or two to stop penetration while still being able to recover and get to shooters on the wing.
It’s the hallmark of any good defensive team and there were signs last night that all talk since camp began was real; they not only looked like they knew what they were doing but they did it successfully.
A small step
With a lot of attention being paid to the backup point guard play – and Dwane reiterated again yesterday morning that he didn’t think anyone had stepped up and claimed the job for theirs – D.J. Augustin at least looked better in his six minute first half run that he has at any time since the first scrimmage back in Halifax seemingly months ago.
Second half play was spotty but small steps, I guess. And if he can provide that kind of play while “holding serve” as Dwane put it, the angst level will be just fine.
And now …
The rest of the story.
Ooh, ghosts and goblins and all manner of scary things today, right?
Trying to remember the best Halloween story I can tell here (there might have been the odd stolen, to-be-smashed pumpkin in my misspent youth but that’s a story only a select few get to know) and it’s hard.
Generally we’re on the road on Halloween, I remember landing one night on Oct. 31 in Miami and when we got to Coconut Grove – we used to stay there, now it’s the Biscayne Bay area – it was, well, it was like nothing I’d seen before.
Grownups dressed up, something honestly don’t get but I suppose to each their own but until you’ve seen zombies and hobos and whatever traipsing through the streets of Miami, you haven’t seen anything.
Now let’s get to the real meat of Halloween.
Always was partial to the little chocolate bars – Caramilk and Aero were the best – and the tiny bags of chips always worked.
Hated those little packets of rockets or whatever they were called and I remember one night as a lad that some particularly bad neighbour gave out – get this!!! – little toothbrushes!
Can you imagine that?
I don’t remember – or don’t want to admit it here at least – but there was perhaps some soap applied to a car window the next year.
Mail? Need some badly, actually. Not much there, days are going to get away from me quickly, I fear, and I need to get started.
E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org, please. Do it now, you’ll be glad you did.
Here’s Murph’s take from last night from the Herald.
Total disappointment at the end of the World Series. Not so much who won because I didn’t really have a rooting interest but such a gory but good series probably deserved a seventh game and I probably deserved a chance to sit on an Atlanta stool and watch it.
But I will say this: I know David Ortiz may not be the favourite of many but what he did on the biggest stage in the game was something else, wasn’t it?
We want, always, the best players to be at their very best when the stakes are the highest and that’s just what Big Papi was.
You know me and fashion, right? The arbiter of good taste, no question about it; I can do corporate or slovenly with equal parts success – and I have friend who’ll tell you that in case you don’t believe me.
Well, not sure about these Canadian Olympic outfits at all.
Last I checked, the country was red and white, not red, black and gray so I have some issues with the lack of white.
But they’ll sell and that’s the most important thing, right?
Okay, a whole whack of Nothin’ But Net to get done and a question: Are we okay with the format because we’re always interested in tweaks if they make sense.