I think I know now how to make a website. I’ve done it once before, but that experiment garnered mixed reviews. Hope this works better the second time around.
- Today I think I know how the Portland Trail Blazers are feeling. Well, at least they know what playoff perfection is supposed to look like. I think they know being anointed as the “future” of the league doesn’t mean you’re exempt from embarrassment, even on your home court. In my experience embarrassment is a formative process. This should make them stronger. Remember before the season started making the playoffs was the goal. Now, making this series competitive is the goal. Learning from this experience becomes the most important thing. All the great teams have to take their lumps. Now, 27 point lumps are hard to swallow but this team is resilient. They’ll recover, but it may not be on Tuesday.
- I think I know now why Breaking Bad is, in my estimation, the best show on the TV box. Star Bryan Cranston is as versatile as a young Arvydas Sabonis. Cranston can step out and hit the three, play tight d on the perimeter, and he has crazy court vision. Check out Cranston’s credits: Babylon 5, The King of Queens, Seinfeld, Chicago Hope, and he even voiced a British pre-teen adventure book called “Adventures with Kazmir the Flying Camel.” That’s absurb. Anyone who hasn’t watched this show is out of their mind.
- For the first time in an eternity I subjected myself to Bill Moyer’s Journal. I absolutely respect Moyers for what he is, and what’s he’s done for progressive thought and giving a platform for public affairs in this country. But anyone who has seen his newest (relatively) concoction knows its shortcomings. Free-flowing conversation is fine, but it is okay to interrupt people occassionally. You can do that without becoming Chris Matthews. Anyways, David Simon was on and it was an interesting watch. Check it out if you have an hour to burn.
- I think I know now why the NBA has lost so many of the casual fans. It’s an obvious issue, but the refereeing inconsistency is a principal issue that keeps those invisible basketball fans from buying back in completely. Blazer manics who blamed the officials for anything yesterday are just that, maniacs. The Blazers were wiped off the floor yesterday, and the officials had absolutely nothing to do with that. But watching the playoffs just makes me long for the days when physical play was allowed in the regular season. Point guards these days are the king because you can’t touch them on the perimeter. They are that chocolate cake on the counter in the plastic wrap. You best not touch, or mom (the refs) will turn your world on its head. But once the playoffs come, you can manhandle point guards? Just check out how long Rajon Rondo was allowed to ride Derrick Rose. Basketball is a contact sport. Why does the NBA only become a contact sport as the playoffs dawn? That’s frustrating for players, coaches, and fans alike.
