I got ready (and dressed) for work during halftime. But I soon had to start taking layers off because I was seriously getting overheated (this goes back to my previous post about game-opausal symptoms).
Speaking of which, doesn’t Scola get overheated wearing that wig during games?
Knowledge (trivia) gleaned from the Chinese commentators: T-Mac’s nickname in Chinese is Mai Yi Lun (First Round Mac). Hwa hwa hwa.
I love this Jazz. I love Dwill. I love AK. I love Korver (I don’t find him hot like the women in Utah, but the more shots he makes, the better looking he gets*). I love hard foul tough aggressive Memo. Tough Memooooooooooooooooo!!! (said the way Charles says “Ginobiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!”)
More on the Chinese commentators: Dwill passed the ball to Boozer in the post and Booz tossed it up with the basket behind him and made it.
Commentator 1: Williams and Boozer are the second coming of Stockton and Malone.
Commentator 2: Would Malone have made that basket?
At this time, I start getting riled up on Karl’s behalf. I mean, c’mon. Boozer, at age 26 or whatever he is, is on the same level as Karl when Karl was 40.
Then Commentator 1 said: You’re right. Malone would have gone in strong and dunked it with authority.
And I was pacified.
Who decides who does the post-game (podium) interviews? Why is Booz there? OK, I’m going to stop with that. I promised I wouldn’t say anything negative about him as long as the Jazz win. (The comment above comparing him to 40-year old Karl doesn’t count. It is fact.)
Asked if the mostly undersized Rockets are capable of matching the Jazz’s physicality, Battier — a Detroit-area product — hedged.”Well, we’re gonna try,” he said. “I mean, we’re not the biggest team. They’ve got some big beefy boys. I don’t know what they feed ’em in Utah, but — I’m from the Midwest — those are Midwest, corn-fed hosses.”
Kobe is the equivalent of a bandwagon fan. Now that they completed the “We’ll give you Gasol if you let us win” trade, Kobe is happy and wants to stay in Kobeland. Just like when a team is winning, “fans” wearing newly-purchased team gear turn out in lemming droves and when a team is losing, the arena is empty and the announcer lies about attendance during home games.
My palms hurt. They sting. I don’t care. I love this Jazz.