Game 78 – In Today’s Edition of Deja Vu Roadkill…
WTF Coaching Staff. You guys choose tonight of all nights to NOT give Harp minutes? Dick was hitting every shot he threw up, and all the king’s horses and all the soft Jazzmen just kept letting him. We all know what a “fragile” mental constitution Dick possesses, and how he gets rattled and thrown off his game by the slightest sign of physicalness. So why didn’t we the Jazz take advantage of it? Isn’t that what, in fact, we have Harp for?
(The above originally published on Jan. 17, 2009)
The only spark of life and/or interest I observed in this game was when the camera panned to the Jazz bench just in time to capture Boozer picking his nose with a towel and examining the contents. Er…that pretty much sums up the suckitude that was this night.
Every single guy on our team was a non-factor. Our fearless leader-face of the franchise-best player on the Jazz, DWill, was outplayed by the Mavs’ back-up point guard. Yeliz and Masha are both probably pregnant. Sap played like he couldn’t give a crap. And in the words of former NBA & ABA COY Tom Nissalke, “[Boozer] showed nothing offensively, and defensively–horrendous.”
Horrendous. Disgusting. Appalling. Pathetic. That’s my Utah Jazz.
Oh, and by the way, I was wrong. Boozer is a leader–and a very effective one at that–as is evidenced by the way he’s got the entire team playing his brand of _efense.
P.S. Given Dick’s “unfortunate looking” visage, it’s very strange and surprising that his father is actually not ugly.