...and it warn't nearly that close. Brutal game.
Curry was horrible, folks... don’t bother pretending otherwise or trying to blame it on Monta. The Jazz defense ate him alive, and the fact that he was on the floor during a garbage-time run initiated by others doesn’t mean he provided some magical pixie dust. He played losing basketball tonight. Now, that’s okay — it’s just one game. But pretending that Curry’s flaws aren’t flaws is no better than pretending that Monta’s flaws aren’t flaws.
Monta stank too, and clearly shouldn’t have been playing; Maggette doesn’t look right either, and Morrow had his worst game since returning. Biedrins was fantastic, however, and besides Ronny, the bench did an excellent job all around. This was a loss to a very good, intelligent, dangerous team. Again: it’s not that big a deal.
But if you watched this game and came out of it feeling hunky-dory about Don Nelson, you weren’t watching very carefully. Dog is on absolute auto-pilot right now. I watched the Jazz feed of this one for a chuckle, and their announcers sounded embarrassed for the Dubs. They had to do all this awkward tap-dancing around the fact that there’s clearly no coaching going on in Oakland.
I can live with a non-winning team. I liked the Musselman years just fine, as at least we saw the best those teams could do. We haven’t seen the best this current team can do. It might not be very good, but it’s damn well better than this underachieving, directionless, woe-is-me garbage. Get... Nellie... the fuck... gone.
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