I’m long overdue for some new material here. I understand that. But I’ve just been through three twenty pound turkeys in less than a week, two take home finals, and now am on the verge of three finals over the next week. Cut me some freakin’ slack okay.
Anyway, I was home last weekend, and my father, brother, nephew, and i all went to the spurs game. Coincidentally, I’m the only one of the four not named Bill, or some variation thereof. I guess you could say that my family isn’t too original when it comes to names for children. This was the first NBA game that my nephew has been to in his brief life of 3 1/2 years. We were proud that he threw on the Manu Ginobili jersey and sat in my brother’s lap for the entire game. The only things that could distract him from the game were the enourmous pile of cotton candy that he wanted and the dancers/cheerleaders. For the cheerleaders, well, he kept asking where their clothes were. My 3 1/2 year old nephew kept looking at the half naked dancers. NBA Action, it’s FANTASTIC! In regards to the cotton candy, whew, that stuff is potent. I’ve always considered Pixy Stix to be the children’s equivalent of cocaine, so I guess that would make Cotton Candy the children’s version of crack; sugar taken and processed into some puffy substance that gets them hooked so they have to keep coming back. My nephew kept crushing the candy in BOTH hands and then trying to eat it. Needless to say he was smothered in sugary goodness and “high” for the rest of the night. He was screaming and laughing for the entire drive home. Even at 11:30 at night he was still running through my parents house going wild. As a result, my brother and I are now marketing cotton candy in smaller portions at higher prices. We figuer the large portion should cost $2.50 and then the prices go up as the portions decrease. The tagline goes a little something like, “How much do you want to sleep tonight?” or “Feel like gambling with your life, buy your son the cheaper, larger portion of cotton candy.”
Around the league:
Its a shame that Michael Pietrus got injured and will be out for an extended period of time. I figured that Dunleavy would at the very least have been benched by midseason and maybe even traded.
Chris Paul is as good as advertised. So is T.J. Ford, for those of you who forgot how good he was in his rookie season until the scary neck injury.
Deron Williams should keep the Jazz faithful nice and happy for a long time. And he will be around long after the brittle Andrei Kirilenko ends his career. For a guy with such promise, and who quickly became a starter in this league, it has been disappointing that AK-47 has had so many different injuries.
I had the pleasure of watching Nick van Exel slip into “Auto-Nick” during the first half of the Chicago Bulls game a few days ago, and it reminded me of his early years in Los Angeles when he would lose consciousness and hit a barrage of crazy shots. It was exciting to see, and it’s a shame his career took such a bizarre road.
Luol Deng is the best player on the Chicago Bulls, and has Shawn Marion type potential as a rebounding small forward. Sure he cannot leap like Marion, but his ability to get up and his length make him a tremendous rebounder.
Ben Gordon is the NBA’s version of a closer. In fact, the Bulls should play “Enter Sandman” when he enters the game in the fourth quarter. If he gets a shot, then he’s sitting the opponent down, and it doesn’t matter how long he’s been sitting on the bench. He’ll hit a game winner without playing a second in the previous three quarters. It’s pretty impressive.
The Suns need some shooting. I’m sorry, but Raja Bell, Boris Diaw, and Leandro Barbosa cannot keep this up. James Jones needs more minutes.
