Trouble may be lurking at one key spot
All together now:
One more to go, one more to go, one more to go!
Get my point?
Anyway, that was a rather dull and one-sided affair Wednesday night, which is about all that needs to be said. Except …
Could be costly
Need to preface this by saying no one knows the extent of Kyle Lowry’s finger injury, Dwane said the finger “popped out” and Lowry was sporting a splint after the game but looking fine otherwise in the hallway and he’ll be looked at again today so no need to panic.
While there may be numbers of point guards on the roster, there hasn’t been an abundance of excellence and right now it is the big trouble spot.
D.J. Augustin, who went 14 scoreless minutes with just one field goal attempt and two assists in that dog of a game, has been a disappointment; it looks like he’s playing scared or too carefully or something and he’s got to be more assertive when he’s on the floor because he has to provide some offence.
And while Julyan Stone has been okay, I’m not sure he’s a long-term solution and his offence is an issue. Dwight Buycks? I think third point guard is his upside, to tell you the truth.
So unless Augustin finds his game and himself, anything that keeps Lowry out of the lineup could be crippling.
And who thought anyone would type those words at the end of last season?
Still to come
Now, since it was a 30-point game in the third quarter and effectively over, I can’t say I was paying rapt attention to the minutia of the contest.
In fact, I was far more interested in some IGBT comments than what was going on on the court.
So, tell me if I’m wrong but I don’t recall a single possession where they played any zone defence and Dwane’s been telling us for days that he needs to get some work in on it.
He said they played about three possessions against the Knicks on Monday and got stops on every one but there remains lots of work to do.
The zone’s a trick defence to only be used on a few occasions to change things up but it’s also a good way to hide some deficiencies and Dwane sounded like he knew where one specific one was.
“There are some specific situations we haven’t put in yet but we’re going to have to, especially when Steve (Novak) comes back, particularly against some of the power fours that he may have to guard.”
Now, I think Memphis mailed it in big time for most of the night and that had something to do with it but …
There were times in the first half when the HOTH’s defence looked remarkably like Dwane’s first year, with excellent coverage of the paint, good weak side help and recovery to close out on shooters that was, at times, textbook good.
I have no idea if it’s sustainable when things start for real and the games speed up and everyone is trying their best but seeing guys duck in from the weak side to deny post passes and then get back out on shooters was impressive.
Guess that’s what happens when you give a good defensive coach a chance to work on what he knows best.
More? There’s some.
This isn’t bad, is it?
There’s a major league dearth of mail, my fine Irregulars. If you could rectify that by sending missives to email@example.com I’d appreciate it. And if you’re in your office or home or some booth in some restaurant around noon today, stop by for our weekly chat.
We should be around for an hour or so if you’re interested.
Here’s what Ron from Memphis wrote about that abomination last night.
Once upon a time, when I was dreaming about the easiest job in the world, one where you could do no work, get paid extremely well and live out your dotage in peace and quiet, I thought I might like to be a Canadian Senator.
Not the pucks one, the gravy train-riding, patronage-appointment mandarins who are allegedly the wise old seers of our government.
Now? Not so much. Now they seem like buffoons if not worse and for those of us who like our leaders to be statesmen-like and distinguished, its an embarrassment.
Why can’t politics attract a higher class of people?
I think in the time I took to type those first few paragraphs, the St. Louis Cardinals committed two errors and botched two or three other plays.
They were lollygaggers and it looked like their gloves were cursed so if someone wants to sacrifice a chicken to take the curse off, I bet they’d appreciate it.
No, the TV in our Mile High Perch was not on the game – it should have been but I couldn’t bring myself to ask – but it would have been frustrating.
Since I don’t really have a rooting interest, all I want is close and compelling games and I love baseball defence so much it pains me to see fumbles and bumbles, especially in big games.
And since I plan to be sitting at Meat. Cheese. Beer. tonight in Milwaukee puttering on work and things, it better be a better game.
Speaking of Milwaukee, was telling a friend last night about one of the great delights of going there – and there aren’t all that many.
It’s one of those classic diners, open 24 hours, populated by what could be the cast of a Damon Runyan story (a guy in a three-piece suit sitting next to some one from Skid Row) and it’s so old school you can’t believe it.
Greasy eggs and bacon, strong coffee and I swear the waitresses should all be called Flo.
(Gotta go back in sitcom lore to get that one, no?)