Bricklayer
Don't Make Me Use The Bat
This one did not annoy me as much, because you could see it coming for month ahead of time. The Grizz are just too pathetic. Does remind me of the good ole days though: once upon a time this is what the Kngs always did: showed our "pride" in the final few meaningless games of the year to assure ourself of picking the next Joe Kleine with our middling pick. Good way to remain bad for a very long time.
In any case, the challenge this time out is to control rampant grade inflation: The Monarchs would sweep a season series from the team we just played, and I refuse to toss out As like candy for whipping a 19-60 pile of doggy doo.
Theme tonight is a last second alteration from that planned, and a wondefully devious spinoff of a theme suggested to me some time ago by a poster. So without further adieu, WOMEN OF STAR TREK: (note the saavy decision to avoid the red flag of "Star Trek Babes").
Artest ( D ) -- quiet and totally unneeded in the early going, and I suppose it was fitting that he didn't wake up and do anything after we really could have used him in the 2nd quarter. Did step up the tiniest bit in the very late going to hit a couple of shots to help us hold off that awesome charge the Grizz were mounting. Continues to mysteriously play nearly every minute of these games. Season is over Muss. Or if its Ron making the call -- save it for summer league you goof. Either way, if he's exhausted for the Spurs game and we get spanked: good. I've had chia pets with more sense.
JANEWAY -- and see, again note the tactical brilliance here: by invoking the strong relatively asexual Captain Catherine Janeway to start, I throw the sexsim dogs off the scent and buy myself at least 2-3 babes before they catch back on. In any case, Captain Janeway. I remember it was supposed to be some big thing that it was going to be a FEMALE captain, like OMG! Er...whatever. Did not seem such a big jump to me, especially given that every male in the Star Trek universe since Kirk has been a neutered weenie anyway (think they have to be to fit in those silly jumpsuits), but if this accomplished something for women's rights or some such, then more power. Finally a Star Trek captain with balls.
Reef ( B+ ) -- ah, finally a game tailor made for Reef's unique talents -- a real crapper between a 19-59 team and a 31-45 team after both have been elimnated from the playoffs. Shareef must have felt right at home, and really, what better time to pad your stats? Scored easily over Hakim Warrick in the early going as basically our whole team, Artest excpted, did whatever they wanted. Was slowing, but who knows what these numbers would have looked like had he not got into foul touble near the end of the first half, quickly picked up a 4th to start the third quarter, and then watched Justin go wild in his place for most of the rest of the game.
SEVEN OF NINE -- Speaking of babes...my goodness have the Borg upgraded. Now they are hiring former Miss America contestants (finished 4th in 1989). Assimilate me!
Miller ( A ) -- no real way to avoid this grade, as this is about as good a basketball game as Brad Miller is ever likely to play at this stage of his career. And all it took to inspire such brilliance was a meaningless end of season crapper against the worst team in the league. Bravo. Not surprisingly struggled at times to handle Gasol inside, but otherwise was a huge part of our early domination with just a ridiculously easy 6pts 6ast 4reb type effort. Sort of game where he could take any jumper he wanted, every cutter was open for his passes, and the other team sported exactly one large player capable of grabbing more than 4 rebounds in the game. Hey, must have been kind of like playing against us in practice! In any case, a big and easy triple double for Brad: 17pts 10rebs 11ast. And like taking candy from babies (which is actually pretty fun, as long as the messy little twerps haven't already been sticking it in their mouth or nose or something).
UHURA -- And this first pic of her was chosen on purpose, because I am still having nightmares from the 5th Star Trek movie (the searching for god one) where William Shatner (who directed that turd) decided that it would make for great cinema to have Uhura, who was pushing 60 at the time, supposedly lure a bunch of guards out of their posts doing some sort of near naked dance of the very large veils. I was very disturbed. I included the second pic just to show that maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad idea 30 years earlier when, that outfit aside, she played a black female character with responsibilities when there were probably few enough of those on TV.
In any case, the challenge this time out is to control rampant grade inflation: The Monarchs would sweep a season series from the team we just played, and I refuse to toss out As like candy for whipping a 19-60 pile of doggy doo.
Theme tonight is a last second alteration from that planned, and a wondefully devious spinoff of a theme suggested to me some time ago by a poster. So without further adieu, WOMEN OF STAR TREK: (note the saavy decision to avoid the red flag of "Star Trek Babes").
Artest ( D ) -- quiet and totally unneeded in the early going, and I suppose it was fitting that he didn't wake up and do anything after we really could have used him in the 2nd quarter. Did step up the tiniest bit in the very late going to hit a couple of shots to help us hold off that awesome charge the Grizz were mounting. Continues to mysteriously play nearly every minute of these games. Season is over Muss. Or if its Ron making the call -- save it for summer league you goof. Either way, if he's exhausted for the Spurs game and we get spanked: good. I've had chia pets with more sense.
JANEWAY -- and see, again note the tactical brilliance here: by invoking the strong relatively asexual Captain Catherine Janeway to start, I throw the sexsim dogs off the scent and buy myself at least 2-3 babes before they catch back on. In any case, Captain Janeway. I remember it was supposed to be some big thing that it was going to be a FEMALE captain, like OMG! Er...whatever. Did not seem such a big jump to me, especially given that every male in the Star Trek universe since Kirk has been a neutered weenie anyway (think they have to be to fit in those silly jumpsuits), but if this accomplished something for women's rights or some such, then more power. Finally a Star Trek captain with balls.
Reef ( B+ ) -- ah, finally a game tailor made for Reef's unique talents -- a real crapper between a 19-59 team and a 31-45 team after both have been elimnated from the playoffs. Shareef must have felt right at home, and really, what better time to pad your stats? Scored easily over Hakim Warrick in the early going as basically our whole team, Artest excpted, did whatever they wanted. Was slowing, but who knows what these numbers would have looked like had he not got into foul touble near the end of the first half, quickly picked up a 4th to start the third quarter, and then watched Justin go wild in his place for most of the rest of the game.
SEVEN OF NINE -- Speaking of babes...my goodness have the Borg upgraded. Now they are hiring former Miss America contestants (finished 4th in 1989). Assimilate me!
Miller ( A ) -- no real way to avoid this grade, as this is about as good a basketball game as Brad Miller is ever likely to play at this stage of his career. And all it took to inspire such brilliance was a meaningless end of season crapper against the worst team in the league. Bravo. Not surprisingly struggled at times to handle Gasol inside, but otherwise was a huge part of our early domination with just a ridiculously easy 6pts 6ast 4reb type effort. Sort of game where he could take any jumper he wanted, every cutter was open for his passes, and the other team sported exactly one large player capable of grabbing more than 4 rebounds in the game. Hey, must have been kind of like playing against us in practice! In any case, a big and easy triple double for Brad: 17pts 10rebs 11ast. And like taking candy from babies (which is actually pretty fun, as long as the messy little twerps haven't already been sticking it in their mouth or nose or something).
UHURA -- And this first pic of her was chosen on purpose, because I am still having nightmares from the 5th Star Trek movie (the searching for god one) where William Shatner (who directed that turd) decided that it would make for great cinema to have Uhura, who was pushing 60 at the time, supposedly lure a bunch of guards out of their posts doing some sort of near naked dance of the very large veils. I was very disturbed. I included the second pic just to show that maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad idea 30 years earlier when, that outfit aside, she played a black female character with responsibilities when there were probably few enough of those on TV.
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