I know no one wants to hear this, that to them, its all about the Ws and Ls but that was a fun game to watch and, as a consumer, that is really all you can ask for.
The one major thing that I pulled out of this game: Grant Napear isn't as annoying as many of us would like to think. Ralph Lawler, he of Lawler's Law fame, takes the cake as the play-by-play caller who makes me most want to punch an infant. Whereas Grant at least pretends to get excited about anything, Lawler contents himself with moaning "Bingo!" after just about any made shot. He also contruibuted such great gems as intoning that Carl Landry should be the starter on the team, while simultaneously claiming that JT deserves to start and that Landry is better off as a sixth man. As if that wasn't enough, he had his equally droll, spit-cupping sidekick with whom he complained about the lack of travels (every single time down the court in the first half) and sucked up to Westphal. Yep, I'd take Grant and Jerry any day over that crap.
Once again, it was the third quarter that doomed this team. We cannot afford to keep shooting ourselves in the foot with listless play out of the half. Whoever the hell keeps slipping Tylenol PM in the Gatorade at halftime needs to be fired and pronto.
It amazes me to no ends how much our team will refuse to dump the ball off to DeMarcus in the post. Sure he's young but being given the ball in that situation is the only way he's going to get any better.
More thoughts to come as soon as I'm done crocheting my Pooh Jeter mittens.
The one major thing that I pulled out of this game: Grant Napear isn't as annoying as many of us would like to think. Ralph Lawler, he of Lawler's Law fame, takes the cake as the play-by-play caller who makes me most want to punch an infant. Whereas Grant at least pretends to get excited about anything, Lawler contents himself with moaning "Bingo!" after just about any made shot. He also contruibuted such great gems as intoning that Carl Landry should be the starter on the team, while simultaneously claiming that JT deserves to start and that Landry is better off as a sixth man. As if that wasn't enough, he had his equally droll, spit-cupping sidekick with whom he complained about the lack of travels (every single time down the court in the first half) and sucked up to Westphal. Yep, I'd take Grant and Jerry any day over that crap.
Once again, it was the third quarter that doomed this team. We cannot afford to keep shooting ourselves in the foot with listless play out of the half. Whoever the hell keeps slipping Tylenol PM in the Gatorade at halftime needs to be fired and pronto.
It amazes me to no ends how much our team will refuse to dump the ball off to DeMarcus in the post. Sure he's young but being given the ball in that situation is the only way he's going to get any better.
More thoughts to come as soon as I'm done crocheting my Pooh Jeter mittens.