I’ll mention Jordan Crawford a bit later. Like 105 words from now. Depending on the size of your browser, you can probably see his name below. If you’re reading on an iPhone, maybe not. If you’re reading on a Blackberry, I’m pretty sure your law firm would be pissed if they knew you were reading Razzball during deliberations, Poindexter. Anywho, everyone on the Wiz had some ailment keeping them from going up against the number one team in the East. I think that ailment is called “JockBitch.” Either that or it was “Scared-Asspurgers.” The share many of the same symptoms. Anyway, I like Crawford as a scorer, and Nick Young‘s knee injury might force him to lose multiple games, and anyone healthy on the Wiz right now is getting minutes, and … well, I approve of this Jordan on the Wizards. Only this Jordan. No others. Any other Jordans – past or present – wearing Wizards uniforms should forever be seen as mistakes.
Here’s the rest of Tuesday in fantasy basketball:
Darren Collison – Benchslapped! If I had one superpower, forget the ability to fly or mindreading, I’d want to be able to see sports box scores a week into the future. How pissed would your leaguemates be when you played Collison for the first time in a month and he goes 24/3/9? JaVale McGee against the Bulls? 11/12/12 block triple-double. Jordan Crawford? 27 easy. This was along the lines of the kind of game I had hoped DarCo would have developed on a regular basis by now. Instead, it was just the fourth time he’s doled out 9+ assists and just the third time he’s scored 24+ points.
Shawne Williams – Now that the Jared Jeffries starting rotation era is over, it’s Williams’ turn to be the forgotten guy in the starting five. He started last night with 10/6, a steal and two threes. He’s not worth much in leagues shallower than 12 teams, but if you’re team No. 13, giddyup. Also, never trust a league with an odd number of teams. That advice was free.
John Wall – 17/11/7, with four steals, a three, a block and seven turnovers. Wait, seven turnovers? Ugh. It’s like the artist sneezed just as he was making his final stroke. Still, this kid is having a criminally unheralded rookie season – a good enough season that he’ll be within spitting distance of Rondo come next season’s draft.
Keith Bogans – Seventeen points, five treys. Oh, yeah. Forgot about Ke-Bo. Apparently the Wiz did too.
Amir Johnson – Rushing to get back to play for the third-worst team in the East (!?), Johnson’s busted left ankle was joined by his right ankle on the long list of things that aren’t working properly in Toronto. I’d cut bait on him, unless the wire is thin and you can manage okay while he’s out.
Rodrigue Beaubois – From last month: “I wouldn’t expect more than 25 minutes a night from Beaubois, nor would I expect much more than weak FG% and 12 points a game. Not at least until the last few weeks of the season, when guys like Kidd and Terry are getting additional rest.” And this is me stealing Grey’s schtick! Before last night’s 16 points and four treys in 22 minutes, he’d been averaging 16 mpg and nine points on .429 shooting from the floor. That’s 14 points every 25 minutes. Terry and Kidd aren’t really resting though. Well, not Terry. Kidd took one shot and just passed the ball last night.
Gerald Wallace – Started in place of LMA. LMA started for Camby. Meanwhile, Andre Miller started because they pay him money to do so. Oh, that wacky Andre.
Brandon Roy – Sank 21 points in 28 minutes. He’s no longer the top 50 fantasy option he was, but the fact that he ever has games like this is more than remarkable to me.
Joe Johnson – Thirty-six points, including six treys. Great. Now average that in the remaining 15 games and perhaps your season won’t be a disappointment after all.
Marvin Williams – 16/3/2 in 24 minutes. Not a bad line, but, really, I just wanted to mention that Williams’ middle name is Gaye. I don’t know how I missed this for six seasons, but it won’t be forgotten any time soon. I mean, it’s cool that he shares the name of one of America’s best soul singers and all, but at some point in every man’s life, he is called upon to perform a task in which the only appropriate response before performing that task is to say, “Don’t worry. __________ is my middle name.” What the hell kinda task will ol’ Marv be called on to perform in which “Don’t worry, Gaye is my middle name” is the appropriate response?