misterearl wrote:“I love it when a plan comes together”
-Hannibal Smith, The A Team

To begin with, this 2021 edition of NYK basketball is mentally resilient and physically adaptable. The first unit plays tenacious defense. Second, the reserves play with purpose. Both units play with their heads up. Although they have not mastered the fine art of “hitting the open man” there are glimpses of more trust on offense.

Julius is Willis-like, with three point range. RJ Barrett is gaining confidence and still learning. Reggie Bullock has endured personal tragedy to revive his career and we dig that about him. Nerlens Noel thinks he is Dikembe Mutombo. Effrid Payton keeps the seat warm for...

... Derrick Rose, who has risen from the ash heap to reclaim his MVP belt. Tan Gibson is living his dream of playing in New York. The dynamic IQ is a rookie. A rookie. Obi Toppin is slowly finding his way on the court. Any contribution from him is gravy. Novell Pelle protects the rim and runs the floor. Alec Burks is money.Theo Pinson is the craziest cheerleader since ML Carr.

We don’t have a big three? Fuhgedaboudit.
We have a big fifteen.

Are we having fun yet?

"I pity the fools"
-BA Barracus, The A Team

I beg to differ about finding the open man. One must bring one's attention to the sequence in the Houston beat down where the ball went from RJ (the 2021 version of Bill Bradley with much more muscle) who faked the 3, drove and dished to Willis-How Do You Like My Dickie Barnett Leg Kicking Fall-Back-Baby Jumper-Randle, who then whipped the ball to an open Rose (the newly ressurrected Black Jesus - anybody not liking those freaky good spin moves in the lane?) who then whipped it immediately to a wide open Bullock (Am I missing something, but why is Bullock almost always left wide open for threes?) for the corner three. Money. We Here. We, the Team.

Frankie and Knox, glowering in the shadows, possibly waiting for the big (mostly unlikely) chance during the playoffs. Hey, who knows what crazed machinations are clicking in endless streams of preparatory chess Thibs has going on in that mind of his, like some evil-smiling, balding version of Dr. Strange, running billions and billions of possibilities, line ups, video sequences, match ups, gear changes...fresh young legs... maybe some sort of young dobermans act to unleash at just the right time...

Mitch, our other 2nd round project and previous find of the new decade, watching and waiting and listening and possibly utilizing all this time on the bench to build up that BB IQ...

Mitch goes down twice, Nerlens and Taj (mind if I lay a slightly Debusshere-type, bone crushing killer screen on you, my man?) step up. Now we have NoPelle as well.
Burks takes a dump, so Rose decides to defy old man gravity and finds a 7th gear. Smiling. The man is actually SMILING.

Big Threes? Big whining injuries. Big hype. Possibly a bunch of big falls. People already talking about LeBronakers not making the playoffs. Or not bothering to show up. The Weirdo, the Bitch and the Beard in Brooklyn? Call me when more than one of them bothers to play defense at the same time.

I'll take 15 Plane to the Gym for the chip, Alex.

HowsinEVA... Our beloved still ranks low in assists per game. But who’s counting?

We are not worthy.

Just win baby.

jrodmc wrote:

misterearl wrote:“I love it when a plan comes together”
-Hannibal Smith, The A Team

To begin with, this 2021 edition of NYK basketball is mentally resilient and physically adaptable. The first unit plays tenacious defense. Second, the reserves play with purpose. Both units play with their heads up. Although they have not mastered the fine art of “hitting the open man” there are glimpses of more trust on offense.

Julius is Willis-like, with three point range. RJ Barrett is gaining confidence and still learning. Reggie Bullock has endured personal tragedy to revive his career and we dig that about him. Nerlens Noel thinks he is Dikembe Mutombo. Effrid Payton keeps the seat warm for...

... Derrick Rose, who has risen from the ash heap to reclaim his MVP belt. Tan Gibson is living his dream of playing in New York. The dynamic IQ is a rookie. A rookie. Obi Toppin is slowly finding his way on the court. Any contribution from him is gravy. Novell Pelle protects the rim and runs the floor. Alec Burks is money.Theo Pinson is the craziest cheerleader since ML Carr.

We don’t have a big three? Fuhgedaboudit.
We have a big fifteen.

Are we having fun yet?

"I pity the fools"
-BA Barracus, The A Team

I beg to differ about finding the open man. One must bring one's attention to the sequence in the Houston beat down where the ball went from RJ (the 2021 version of Bill Bradley with much more muscle) who faked the 3, drove and dished to Willis-How Do You Like My Dickie Barnett Leg Kicking Fall-Back-Baby Jumper-Randle, who then whipped the ball to an open Rose (the newly ressurrected Black Jesus - anybody not liking those freaky good spin moves in the lane?) who then whipped it immediately to a wide open Bullock (Am I missing something, but why is Bullock almost always left wide open for threes?) for the corner three. Money. We Here. We, the Team.

Frankie and Knox, glowering in the shadows, possibly waiting for the big (mostly unlikely) chance during the playoffs. Hey, who knows what crazed machinations are clicking in endless streams of preparatory chess Thibs has going on in that mind of his, like some evil-smiling, balding version of Dr. Strange, running billions and billions of possibilities, line ups, video sequences, match ups, gear changes...fresh young legs... maybe some sort of young dobermans act to unleash at just the right time...

Mitch, our other 2nd round project and previous find of the new decade, watching and waiting and listening and possibly utilizing all this time on the bench to build up that BB IQ...

Mitch goes down twice, Nerlens and Taj (mind if I lay a slightly Debusshere-type, bone crushing killer screen on you, my man?) step up. Now we have NoPelle as well.
Burks takes a dump, so Rose decides to defy old man gravity and finds a 7th gear. Smiling. The man is actually SMILING.

Big Threes? Big whining injuries. Big hype. Possibly a bunch of big falls. People already talking about LeBronakers not making the playoffs. Or not bothering to show up. The Weirdo, the Bitch and the Beard in Brooklyn? Call me when more than one of them bothers to play defense at the same time.

I'll take 15 Plane to the Gym for the chip, Alex.