What could have spelled disaster for the Sonics brought them together for a W...finally. After Ray Allen was ejected for scuffling with, let me rephrase that, almost actual fighting with Magic guard Keyon Dooling. The fight spilled into the stands and I thought Dooling got the better of it. The aloof Seattle crowd poured not a beer on the head of the players, just lattes! It was there, so I took it. I'm sure suspensions and big fines will follow. But on to win.
Rashard put the beat down on the Magic to the tune of 45 points.
Luke says "Iam Your Father", 4 for 4 on 3's, 23 points and a big time step up. Stay there Rid.
I was falling asleep when the sports report came on and "the fight" was a featured segment. Guess it did get pretty spirited. Listening to the sometimes funny, mostly annoying Vegas boy Colin Cowherd and he just mentioned it, said haymakers were flying and Allen "did not get the best of it." Enough, cheeee ulll to the next episode.
My fave player in the NBA Luke Ridnour, from tiny Blaine, WA stepped up to the mike and dropped bombs all nite. I always stoke when Luke does well, as I have said I resided in his hometown for a year on the Canadian Border and have a genuine affection for the tiny town. It has a Burger King by the truck crossing and some of the worst pizza in the world at a hell hole called "the Pizza Factory", nuff said. I swear that place bought Totino's and just put toppings on it. Went there, once.
Iam drifting down memory lane again, it just always trips me an NBA player came from there! And right up the road Steve Nash from Victoria, BC. You see, I lived in Harlem, played street ball in Venice and Laguna Beach...breeding grounds for great players. Played in games (the 80's, and no, I didn't wear Stockton Dolphin shorts!) where NBA players were on the court, some old ABA ballers too. High caliber stuff. A pick up game in Blaine, WA was a 7 yr old kid who wouldn't dribble, a few Mexican dudes in street clothes with hard soled black shoes on, a wimpy priest chiding me for fouling too hard and taking it too seriously, one decent teenage kid, and dogs running on the court and little kids walking through the game. No NBA player comes from this! But Luke did, and prospered. On Saturday nights the big thing to do was go to the Bordertown Tavern and hear the house band play horrible Bad Co. and Foriegner covers. It was culture shock to me but I grew to love that little shanty town. I hope Luke stays at this level he played at last night, we will need his contributions even more when Ray is suspended. Ride on Luke.
Rashard for one game at least showed some leadership skills and took the team on his back to the win at the Key. Lewis was on the line and capilizing at the charity stripe going a cool 17 for 20 from the line. I love free throws because they are, free shots uncontested for your hard work (no, not the GWB version of what "hard work") for taking it to the hole and forcing the other team to foul you. It starts a nice vicious circle if you can take advantage of it. Bravo Rashard...now play some dee and grab a rebound or 2!
Iron Maiden said it best in "Run to the Hills", the two coaches courtsidewere both Hills, Brian and Bob. So we have 2 vicotories in "the Hill Era". Still looking for that improved defense but Rome wasn't built in a day I guess.
And I throw out mad props to the team down the I-5 from mine and the city where I reside. The Portland Trail Blazers didn't take out the elite Lakers but anytime you "Beat LA!" it rocks. Especially when your the 2nd worst team in the league at this pont. Steve Blake had the stroke and Ruben Patterson was awesome. I like it when Kobe looks dumbfounded. And one last thing, what the f8ck is up with Phil Jackson's "throne"? Talk about an ego. Its so much bigger and higher than the bench seats. He makes the assistant coaches look like OOmpa Loompas! And it is tricked out like a James Bond car I hear. Glad you lost in Portland Mr. Egotistical Inspector Gadget. Sit upon your throne and gaze down on mediocrity. Sorry Jack & Diane...put it in the "L" column. Beat LA!
Steve Blake, when he has his stroke...he da man!

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