A Few Pennies More Steamy
Heard it or not, the season starts tonight. FreeDarko will continue to steadfastly avoid ever writing an honest preview; today, our guest reign over at Deadspin continues, while DLIC and the Recluse lend some consultant work to Peter Schrager's two part global bonanza. And unless you've been residing in hell you've probably already read this Gilbert epic, and should be thusly moved to cop our new cloth product.
Also, Joey's look forward into this bright sport is better than I could've done.
About those national games tonight: I nearly agreed to go out for a special dinner with my girl, so unmoved am I by Heat/Bulls. It's likely an Eastern Conference Finals preview, and watching a bigger, slightly hobbled, less hungry Wade might ease my mind. And I got to admit, I am intrigued by the ghost of Thabo that aug has so heavily touted. Don't be surprised, though, if I put up tons of little tiny droplet posts while this thing is unfolding.
(Has anyone else noticed how impossible it is to watch basketball and do anything else? As alienated as I am from football, at least you can write, be around others, or eat during even the most pitched contest)
On the later side of things, two of my favorite players in uncertain condition, certain to unleash an island's worth of naysaying. Say what you will about Kobe, but it should be tense and clinical to watch him improvise an effective version of himself; as much as is made of his athleticism, he's also easily the most resourceful technician this side of T-Dunk. Oddly, Duncan has never seemed capable of adjusting to injury, whereas Kobe is just insane enough to try and reinvent himself on the spot.
Amare. . .well, I'll finally get out my bloody peace on Deadspin tomorrow, but know that if I see one hopeful dunk I'll be happy. Remember, the key fear is not that he'll be an inconsistent wreck for months, but that we've lost him forever. I heard he went for a breakaway the other day; if I see a glimmer of his former freakish authority, I'll be able to go to sleep like a drowning toddler.