Bricklayer
Don't Make Me Use The Bat
Heh -- wow.
Ok, I feel like I should do soemthing more elaborate. But blowout pickmeups probably do call for one more late season girls theme.
Alright -- have decided on my variety of pretty girl this time out, and no, it does not involve a fetishistic look at women's feet.
Instead its going to be Babes of Yesteryear...but not really yester yester year. Originally I was thinking of again trying to tie it in to babes at the time the Kings arrived in Sacto, but that was getting pretty specific, and trying to limit things to just 1985 would have taken some real research/memory searching. So instead its just morphed into a babes who might've appeared on one on these lists if we were making them in the late 80s sort of thing. And had the internet. And known what a .jpg was. Anyway, hot women weren't invented in the last decade, so here are some of the hotties who teenage boys had posters of 20 years ago:
Official Boxscore
Garcia ( C+ ) -- into the starting lineup in his second game and immediately hit his first two shots. Was doing a good job moving without the ball and taking passes from Cousins and Daly from the elbows. On the other hand that was pretty much all he was doing, as he remais a terrible rebounder when you call him a SF, and the younger more athletic Budinger was making him look, well, older and slower on the other end. There are two sides to the ball guys. Scoring 11 means diddly when your man scores 20.
Michelle Pfeiffer -- getting her breakthrough in Scarface of all movies, Michelle was one of the most beautiful faces ever to appear in Hollywood and occupied a similar place in the movies to Charlize Theron -- the pretty face struggling to earn respect as an actress beyond her looks. Unlike Charlize she never hit upon the clever tactic of making herself ugly to win an Oscar and had to settle for just being stunningly hot.
Cousins ( B ) -- for a half it looked like the signature monster game of his rookie campaign was all lined up here. He was simply overwhelming a pathetic Rockets frontline featuring a 6'6 guy and a whole lot oof Brad Miller after something happened to Scola. But then the halftime buzzer went off, and someboy kidnapped the monster and replaced him with the sloppy kid, and he never scored again. Trying to remeber the last time I have seen a guy drop 20 on ateam in one half, and zero o them in the second, without major foul trouble or injury to explain it. Took him a few minutes to figure out Chuck Hayes ankle biting style, and was having some probelms finsihing over him in the early moments here despite hsi huge size adavantage. But once he did settle in he figured out the appropriate response -- completely ignore him like an insect on the grill of a semi-truck, and he was off to an impresive 12pt first quarter in which he looked supremely confident and aggressive and abelt o put up anythign he wanted (not all of whihc WE wanted mind you). Very active and powerful on the offensive glass. Back in in the second quarter and just kept on coming up with finish after finish powering through Miller. Still trying too may tough passes inside as turnovers were again a problem for him, and us, but wrapped things up with a very impressive 20pt 5reb half. Started off the second half looking lively, coming up with a near steal up top, and making a beautiful pass from the post to a cutting Cisco. But then...just nothing happened. You couldn't say that DeMarcus was really obviously struggling so much as he just disappeared. Part of that was the lack of discpline of our guards, but some of it was fairly mysterious. Would like to say that Houston was consistently running doubles at hm to get the blal out of his hands, but that really wasn't true. Dr. Evil just appeared to have traveled back in time to steal his mojo. Lost him late in the third when he got frustrated with Brad shoving to the floor and hopped up to shove Brad in the back for foul #4. Came back to play extensive gargbagetime minutes -- and we got a lesson in why you don't have your stars play extensive garbagetime minutes when he went down in scary fashion after Thornton was sent flying into his lower legs and he went down with a yelp. Never did score after the break. There were some good rebounds and a handful of other effective plays, but the absolute centerpiece of our offense in the first half just disappeared...and still ended up with a 20-11 night. Those are career numbers for some guys.
Kim Basinger -- she was a bond girl, she did Playboy....or so I have heard. She made food sex mainstream. She was Vicki Vale. She was one of the 80s preeminent hotties and had to make this list.
Dalembert ( B- ) -- smushed Scola to start -- blocked his first shot and just almost took away his inside game completely -- and was doing a nice job on the boards and controlling the middle. But offensively he was just awkward and off. Offense settled in in the 2nd, including catching a partially blocked shot and turning it into a makeshift alley oop. Also made a nice high low pass to a cutting Beno. Got viictimized by a terrible Kevin flop/flail in the early 3rd, but even moreso by Scola's injury and his aocah's response to it -- with no insdie game at all the Rockets contened themselves wiht jsut destroying us in transitioon and whipping our crap perimeter defenders at will, and Daly's purpose as deensive anchor wa made obsolete. Once DeMarcus got in foul trouble he returned, but there was no more of the twin towers that were so effective early, and not much more productiivty after half.
Sherilyn Fenn -- this woman was just stupid hot back in her day, and if Pfeiffer occupied something of a Theron role in Hollywood, then Sherilyn would have been a Denise Richards figure, or maybe an Alyssa Milano. Could not act a lick, not a true A actress and rarely in true A movies, but more famous than most of the women that were and with a sex appeal often counted on to sell the lower A/Grabe B movies she starred in.
Ok, I feel like I should do soemthing more elaborate. But blowout pickmeups probably do call for one more late season girls theme.
Alright -- have decided on my variety of pretty girl this time out, and no, it does not involve a fetishistic look at women's feet.
Instead its going to be Babes of Yesteryear...but not really yester yester year. Originally I was thinking of again trying to tie it in to babes at the time the Kings arrived in Sacto, but that was getting pretty specific, and trying to limit things to just 1985 would have taken some real research/memory searching. So instead its just morphed into a babes who might've appeared on one on these lists if we were making them in the late 80s sort of thing. And had the internet. And known what a .jpg was. Anyway, hot women weren't invented in the last decade, so here are some of the hotties who teenage boys had posters of 20 years ago:Official Boxscore
Garcia ( C+ ) -- into the starting lineup in his second game and immediately hit his first two shots. Was doing a good job moving without the ball and taking passes from Cousins and Daly from the elbows. On the other hand that was pretty much all he was doing, as he remais a terrible rebounder when you call him a SF, and the younger more athletic Budinger was making him look, well, older and slower on the other end. There are two sides to the ball guys. Scoring 11 means diddly when your man scores 20.
Michelle Pfeiffer -- getting her breakthrough in Scarface of all movies, Michelle was one of the most beautiful faces ever to appear in Hollywood and occupied a similar place in the movies to Charlize Theron -- the pretty face struggling to earn respect as an actress beyond her looks. Unlike Charlize she never hit upon the clever tactic of making herself ugly to win an Oscar and had to settle for just being stunningly hot.
Cousins ( B ) -- for a half it looked like the signature monster game of his rookie campaign was all lined up here. He was simply overwhelming a pathetic Rockets frontline featuring a 6'6 guy and a whole lot oof Brad Miller after something happened to Scola. But then the halftime buzzer went off, and someboy kidnapped the monster and replaced him with the sloppy kid, and he never scored again. Trying to remeber the last time I have seen a guy drop 20 on ateam in one half, and zero o them in the second, without major foul trouble or injury to explain it. Took him a few minutes to figure out Chuck Hayes ankle biting style, and was having some probelms finsihing over him in the early moments here despite hsi huge size adavantage. But once he did settle in he figured out the appropriate response -- completely ignore him like an insect on the grill of a semi-truck, and he was off to an impresive 12pt first quarter in which he looked supremely confident and aggressive and abelt o put up anythign he wanted (not all of whihc WE wanted mind you). Very active and powerful on the offensive glass. Back in in the second quarter and just kept on coming up with finish after finish powering through Miller. Still trying too may tough passes inside as turnovers were again a problem for him, and us, but wrapped things up with a very impressive 20pt 5reb half. Started off the second half looking lively, coming up with a near steal up top, and making a beautiful pass from the post to a cutting Cisco. But then...just nothing happened. You couldn't say that DeMarcus was really obviously struggling so much as he just disappeared. Part of that was the lack of discpline of our guards, but some of it was fairly mysterious. Would like to say that Houston was consistently running doubles at hm to get the blal out of his hands, but that really wasn't true. Dr. Evil just appeared to have traveled back in time to steal his mojo. Lost him late in the third when he got frustrated with Brad shoving to the floor and hopped up to shove Brad in the back for foul #4. Came back to play extensive gargbagetime minutes -- and we got a lesson in why you don't have your stars play extensive garbagetime minutes when he went down in scary fashion after Thornton was sent flying into his lower legs and he went down with a yelp. Never did score after the break. There were some good rebounds and a handful of other effective plays, but the absolute centerpiece of our offense in the first half just disappeared...and still ended up with a 20-11 night. Those are career numbers for some guys.
Kim Basinger -- she was a bond girl, she did Playboy....or so I have heard. She made food sex mainstream. She was Vicki Vale. She was one of the 80s preeminent hotties and had to make this list.
Dalembert ( B- ) -- smushed Scola to start -- blocked his first shot and just almost took away his inside game completely -- and was doing a nice job on the boards and controlling the middle. But offensively he was just awkward and off. Offense settled in in the 2nd, including catching a partially blocked shot and turning it into a makeshift alley oop. Also made a nice high low pass to a cutting Beno. Got viictimized by a terrible Kevin flop/flail in the early 3rd, but even moreso by Scola's injury and his aocah's response to it -- with no insdie game at all the Rockets contened themselves wiht jsut destroying us in transitioon and whipping our crap perimeter defenders at will, and Daly's purpose as deensive anchor wa made obsolete. Once DeMarcus got in foul trouble he returned, but there was no more of the twin towers that were so effective early, and not much more productiivty after half.
Sherilyn Fenn -- this woman was just stupid hot back in her day, and if Pfeiffer occupied something of a Theron role in Hollywood, then Sherilyn would have been a Denise Richards figure, or maybe an Alyssa Milano. Could not act a lick, not a true A actress and rarely in true A movies, but more famous than most of the women that were and with a sex appeal often counted on to sell the lower A/Grabe B movies she starred in.
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