And a splendid five minutes of extra time it proved to be. Back and forth, until Russell Westbrook zipped through an opening in the defense wide enough to allow the Bud Clydesdales passage . . . with room to spare . . . for the winning layup.
But I’m here to consider Kevin Durant, whom the D.C. crowd kept imploring to pull a LeBron/E.T.and come home. He’s listed as 6-9, but he knows that you know that I know that Adam Silver knows that’s a considerable misundermeasurization.
Lithe and silky smooth, the guy handles the ball like a PG, slithers to his spots like a SF and his shot reminds me of Pete Rose in his heyday. Which is to say that, so wicked was his way with a Louisville Slugger, when Ramblin’ Gamblin’ man didn’t get a hit, you had to wonder what happened?
Which is how I feel when Durant launches one from the height of his considerable hops and it doesn’t find twine. The guy is radar.
Well, in OT, he worked through a double screen, cutting to his right, elevated while drifting across the sideline into the bench at least thirty feet from the hoop, and drained the longball like master sniper Chris Kyle dropping another Al Qaeda in a black burka.
And that was only his second best score of the OT.
The best was a Thunder slam over Eurohawked Martin Gortat.1
Gortat = Don Quixote. Durant = Wind Turbine.
Oh, watch it for yourself:
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One more curiosity about that tilt, before I move on. The zebras reviewed a goal tending call.
Just what the NBA needs, where there can be a dozen timeouts in the last minute of a close contest.
More clock stoppages.
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The Rick is now spinning that Montrezl Harrell removed himself from captaincy of this season’s U of L Cardinals. Because, says coach, he was too hard on the newcomers, and was undermining their confidence, instead of showing the way as a leader should.
Okay, even if it is true,2 it indicates all is not as well on Floyd Street as Cardinal fans would hope as this season takes a turn for home.
Silent L, as I’ve written many times before, is not the leader type. He’s the ultimate grunt, grabbing boards, providing energy with monster slams . . . when appropriate. His game, as powerful as it has been at times, and can be in the future, is inelegant. But effective and certainly necessary to the success of U of L this season.
It’s going to be interesting come Sunday @ Pitt to see what if any tweaks The Rick has wrought?
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Well, imagine our surprise that serial recidivist Bill Belichick is making air pressure and footballs as famous as Brooklyn Robin Burleigh Grimes made slippery elm and baseballs.
Deflation = spitball.
Except that such scofflawery is viewed with a wink in the national pastime. Grimes is in the Hall of Fame. While the not so Patriotic deflategate is a national crisis of debt ceiling proportion.
So, just take away all New England’s draft choices, and the ability to trade for them, for the next two years, and move on.
Here’s what baffles me about the NFL, which tries to foster this image of efficient, unwavering parity and fairness.
Why on earth do the competing teams provide the balls they’ll use on offense in a game?
Riddle me that.
Shouldn’t the league be providing the balls and their protection against chincanery?
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Then there’s Green Bay’s meltdown against the Seahawks, like they were a bowl of Wisconsin cheddar fondue, waiting for a dip of skewered sourdough.
For me, that explicable choke job3 isn’t the biggest story of the NFC title match.
In the aftermath of that game, I’ve not seen a word printed or uttered about the patent unfairness of the NFL’s overtime rule. Don’t understand the lack of outcry.
Green Bay lost without ever having a chance to score.
There is no plausible reasoning to support such an absurd scenario.
Football is a game of offense AND defense.
Seattle scored. Good for them. When it mattered, the Seahawk O overwhelmed the Packer D.
However, because of an indefensible procedure that makes Judge Roy Bean’s frontier justice look fair and equitable, Green Bay’s offense never had the opportunity to prove it could score too.
What a crock.
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I’ve been watching more of the early rounds of the Aussie Open than ever before.
Because it’s soooooooo warm and sunny Down Under.
I know, because I’ve spent a January in Sydney, and have experienced how soothing a couple of weeks there can be in the middle of our winter. And, while there, went to some early rounds of the Sydney Open, a precursor to the big one in Melbourne, and understand the importance of tennis to the Aussies.
— Seedy K