FreeDarko leaves you not barren
Maybe you were sad all inside when I promised the temporary cessation of the FreeDarko Pick of the Day. Well curse no more, for today demands I call your attention to one match-up on tonight's schedule. The Suns, as I've noted, are again hovering near the top of the FD Steel Index. And after watching the Warriors last Thursday, I take back everything I ever said about this season's edition. It's not so much that I think they'll be of any use to the league, or that I agree with the Recluse that they're an impeccably logical concoction. Just the opposite--they had as much sloppy, madcap chemistry as any team I've ever seen, all between players who probably couldn't run a simple half-court set together. Richardson is perfectly suited to lobs and finishes, since it's his creating that makes me snooze; Biedrins plays fast-break basketball through a faulty translation engine with a dial-up connection; the Speedy Claxton Wedge has travelled elsewhere; Monta is serious; Pietrus has realized that his length will guide him; and Baron, sweet Baron, is back to pulling off the same mayhem that made him a reckless cult hero years ago.
I personally guarantee this will be one of those 126-120 affairs, with more bombast and improbable actuality than the future life of Atlantis's Children. I also suspect I'm not the only one whose NBA-watching might be limited over the next week, and what a note to go out on. . . that or New York jaunt might devolve into myself and Silverbird hitting up the 40/40 in shorts. Note: I only mention this because Silverbird has indeed gone to the 40/40 in shorts to watch basketball. He saw Artest there.