Three games all on Friday and with no more bye weeks we’re now hitting that beautiful long sprint towards the playoffs. Just gotta survive the old turkey gags first from all the telly coverages. Be prepared to see tacky promos from players and their families promoted good old fashioned American Values.
Poor Mitch.
We’re now fourteen games into the NBA season for the Oklahoma City Thunder and eleven games into Steven Adams’ own campaign. That’s eleven games of evidence as to what’s going on and we’re still none the wiser.
All this weirdness I’ve been writing about, which has had the effect of eroding away the last vestiges of what this club used to stand for, has been in order to create an immediately successful basketball team. So, like, what happens now if this goes the wrong way and they tumble into irrelevance with half a season still to go?
Nah but seriously what a week. There was late drama basically across the board... eleven of the thirteen games finished within eight points and five of those were two or three point games. The drama. The chaos. The absolute carnage upon my picks.
The early days of the new NBA season were a false start for Steven Adams. Coming off the supreme touch and control he seemed to have in preseason, building up some lofty expectations, he was a shadow of himself across the first week or so as a left knee contusion clearly affected his ability to play to his capacity.
One New York quarterback saw ghosts. The other threw an idiotic interception late in the first half after a black cat had run into the endzone a few minutes earlier. The Giants were up 9-3 when the cat turned up and they went on to lose 37-18.
Steven Adams has always done the little things that help a guy like Russell Westbrook thrive. Now he has to do the thriving, which is a very exciting prospect – and one we got a delicious taste of in preseason when he was one of the most effective dudes out there across the whole NBA.
George Kittle knows what the people want. George Kittle knows what they paid good money to see.