… Well, okay. Maybe don’t start Rodrigue Beaubois tonight. I needed a title to today’s rundown and it seemed to fit. They can’t all be winners. Heck, ¾ of ’em can’t be winners. You try writing about the same 250-ish players every day. Please, blog, may I have some more?
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It never fails. A guy gets a bunch of hubbub around him, defenders start playing tougher, nastier, they’re more attentive. Suddenly that guy doesn’t seem as good. His shine’s worn off. He’s mortal. It happened with George Bronski, Cleevis Hush, Hooper Weintraub and now it’s happening to Kevin Love. Please, blog, may I have some more?
Paul Pierce played almost 40 minutes and went 0-for-10 from the field, and 1-for-2 from the line. Forty minutes, bro!?! I get that sometimes players have off nights, but half his shots were from behind the line. Scoot up and maybe make a shot, huh, Paul? Please, blog, may I have some more?
For 23 years, Utah head coach Jerry Sloan won 60 percent of his games (1,221 of ’em in the regular season), made it to the Finals twice, got knocked out in one of the first two rounds 18 other times, confused dozens of players with his occasionally incoherent, but nevertheless longwinded mumblings, and stunted the capital growth of NBA tie salesmen for almost three decades. Please, blog, may I have some more?
The Nets beat one of the best teams in the Western Conference last night on the strength of three bench players. So it makes perfect sense for me to choose this day to poo on him for being such a bad coach. Please, blog, may I have some more?
Atlanta’s Al Horford was at shootaround sometime around 2 pm. Then he decended into the locker room, and came out for his game against the Sixers a last-second scratch. This can only mean one of three things, 1) Horford wanted a day off and Atlanta greatly underestimated Louis Williams’ desire to shoot every ball that is passed to him, 2) Horford tweaked something in or around his body, or c) Al Horford is in love with Darius Songaila. Please, blog, may I have some more?
There are three fantasy basketball owners out there. The kind that had Ty Lawson and threw him back into the pool, the kind that hung onto him and the kind that don’t know what a Ty Lawson is. To the first and third groups, I say, you’ve gotten what you most likely deserve. Please, blog, may I have some more?
Elton Brand mollywhopped the Knicks with a 28/5 line and perpetuated my prediction that Brand would have his best season since 2006. And he is. And I’m awesome. And Brand is awesome. And every fantasy team that was able to snap him up in the middle or late rounds of their drafts are all the more awesome for it. Please, blog, may I have some more?
LeBron James set the season’s scoring bar at 51 points against the Orlando Magic last night. And while he also grabbed 11 boards and doled out eight assists, I refuse to be impressed until he also makes balloon animals for the kids at halftime. Please, blog, may I have some more?
I wanted to call this Earl Watson-centered intro Earl, You’ll Be A Go, Man Soon, but two things happened: 1) people stopped listening to Urge Overkill, like, a decade ago, 2) Watson is already a go, and I fear that soon, he’ll no longer be a go. Please, blog, may I have some more?