Tough night for a lot of different reasons
As a wise person said to me just as we got to the locker room post-game, “well, there goes 82-0.”
Glad they got that over with quickly.
It wasn’t the greatest of games by any means but you know what? There’ll probably be 15 or 20 more just like it before the season ends, they can’t be like those special 10 at home your remember so very, very well.
So get used to it – it happens to every team in the league at some time in a season – and don’t get to angst-ridden about it. Please.
About the only memorable moment, I suppose, was provided by Dwight Buycks there in the third quarter.
First time he touched the ball on offence in the NBA he made a three-pointer and if that’s not big for the young guy, I don’t know what is.
I guess the only thing that could have been better would have been if he’d made it tonight in his hometown of Milwaukee but I don’t imagine that’s too big a deal for him.
It was Buycks and four other backups who got the HOTH back into the game – although at no time did you ever truly think they were going to win – because they were able to get up and down the court better than the starters as Dwane told us after the game.
“They changed the game. They sped the game up for us, got the tempo going, dug in defensively and got some stops. Got back in transition where they had to see a wall and I thought that helped us a lot.”
Not enough but a lot.
Tough night for JV
He wasn’t particularly good for most of the night, Al Horford was a tough matchup for him and I think Dwane just got totally miffed about it sometime in the third quarter and knew enough was enough.
You can see the quote from Casey somewhere in the second edition game story, he just felt he needed to be quicker in the front court and he wasn’t getting it from Valanciunas.
It was a bit reactive rather than proactive but it’s hard to be proactive when JV wasn’t really giving them very much on the offensive end, either.
The defenders were too quick for him to get by, he didn’t get a lot of touches in the post (that’s an issue that I think has to be addressed) and all in all in was a forgettable and regrettable night for the young fella.
We’ll get far more into this for a first edition story I plan to write this afternoon while looking longingly at a big bed in hotel room and dreaming a bit but I will say this:
Having xx assists on xx made baskets is not good at any level and there was far, far, far too much ball-stopping for the entire game.
It’s an issue that has to get resolved before it becomes entrenched behaviour.
A little bit at least but here’s something I forgot to mention last night.
For some reason, the firstname.lastname@example.org e-mail address disappeared on Thursday afternoon so we are blanked for mail this week, I’m afraid.
Not clue why it went away, no one at my office has bothered to tell me what they can do or when they can do it so we’ll have to go a week without any of our usual question and answer hijinks.
Wish I could tell you more but I’m more in the dark than anyone.
What’s up in Milwaukee? This.
What’d they say in Atlanta about that game? This.
(I’m getting way better at remembering the stuff from the papers in the opposing city, aren’t I?)
Okay, the goateed guy sitting across from me at Gate B12 at Hartsfield airport can stop snoring any time.
Of the things that miff me about travel and people – and there are many – here are the top three:
This guy over there snoring and if he sleeps right through his flight I will be the happiest guy on earth.
People who talk – loudly – on their cell phones in an airport lounge. I don’t want to hear fights with bosses or details of your day (“We had breakfast at the hotel, it was really nice”) and I don’t care what time you land.
And they need to hand out headphones to everyone who walks into a lounge or waiting area because I don’t want to hear whatever video it is you’re watching on your iPad and, yes, I’m talking to you, the lady who sat across from me at Pearson on Thursday.
(Many more airport rants coming, I believe; that’ll do it for now)
Okay, I’ve flown east to west and gained an hour and won’t be in Milwaukee for more than 22 hours before flying west to east and gaining an hour tomorrow and I read something somewhere about changing the clocks in the middle of the night?
I’ve got no chance to be normal for quite some time, right? And just a small chance of even getting to my flight home in the morning.
What’s that old song?
Right, this one.