NBA Talking Points: Where The NBA Needs A Redzone Channel

With tip-offs already staggered at every half-hour between 7 and 10:30, it wouldn’t be difficult to jump from game to game all the way through. Take last night’s games. NBAtv broadcast the entire Lakers-Pacers game, which was never really close, and painfully uninteresting. Instead of that game, we could have been jumping from Cleveland-Minnesota to LA-Indiana, to Miami-Toronto, to Memphis and Detroit. Then later, we could have alternated between Chicago-Oklahoma City, Atlanta-San Antonio, and Utah-Portland, all good games. Who wouldn’t watch this?

There’s no red zone in basketball, but that doesn’t mean we can’t steal the RedZone channel.

This is sort of in-depth and pedantic, so if you’re not a Wizards fan, feel free to move along…

Now, I thought that was the end of it. In the weeks leading up to that post, basketball folks all echoed a similar refrain. “It’ll be really, really hard to void that contract. But if he’s convicted of a felony… then, all bets are off.” So when Arenas pled guilty to felony two weeks ago, that was the end of it, as far as I was concerned. A void was a foregone conclusion, right? Done and done.

Earlier this season, you may have heard rumors of a sophomore slump from Derrick Rose. Not that he’d suddenly stopped being a very good player, but over the first few months, he seemed human all of the sudden. And… Well, now not so much.

Derrick Rose is a point guard created by aliens.

The players have shown in the past they won’t blink, and it looks like now they’ll be compelled to make more concessions than ever. An impasse of some sort certainly seems inevitable. Let me take a crack at David Stern’s statement two years from now, announcing that the players have agreed to a new Collective Bargaining Agreement and will soon begin a 64 game season:

SB Nation’s Blazersedge provided a nice of summary of Oden’s remarks about the photos:

This is relatively tame when juxtaposed with Greg Oden’s penis, but pretty transcendant nonetheless. In20 years, this would make a very cool retro-poster. So file this away for 2030.

(HT: Skeets’ Tweetpic)

So on Monday, I had tickets to the Lakers and Wizards game. This was a problem, because it’d been six days since I’d seen my girlfriend, and Monday night was the first night when both of us were free. She got off work at eight, and expected to hang out afterward. I, on the other hand, was NOT missing the Lakers game. This led to lots of angry text messages back-and-forth. To wit:

Now, this all happened early Monday morning. Later that day, I found out the game was on Tuesday night, and the argument had been completely unnecessary. I’m a moron. Still. Perfect solution, right? Wrong.