The Raptors just played the Oklahoma City Thunder. I think it happened on a Tuesday, which is usually the day I remember to take the recycling out, but I forgot this time. Now the bin is just sitting there, full of sparkling water cans and hope.
We almost had a comeback pizza. That is a specific type of disappointment that tastes like room temperature pepperoni. You lose a game, but you lose it by just enough that you think, if only we had hit one more shot, I would be eating discounted carbohydrates right now.
Short Shifts and Long Memories
Someone suggested we should play basketball like they play Olympic hockey. You just throw Jamal Shead and Ja'Kobe Walter out there for forty five seconds, let them sprint until they lose their breath, and then whistle them off the ice. Or court. Whatever we are calling it these days.
We have a lot of guards like Gradey Dick and Tyson Battle. We could just have them full court press until the opponent gets tired or confused. It would probably be very loud. I am not sure if basketball players are allowed to hop over the boards while the ball is in play, but it would certainly make the Lower Bowl more interesting.
The Economics of Waiting
Speaking of the Lower Bowl, people are asking about Personal Seat Licenses (PSL). It is a concept that is difficult to explain to my uncle. You pay for the right to pay for the tickets. It is like paying a cover charge at a bar just so you can stand in line to buy a glass of water.
If you wait five years for a license, do you pay the fee then, or did you pay for the privilege of waiting? It is a bit like life. You wait in a queue, and when you get to the front, they tell you the price has gone up and the pizza is cold.
The Purest of Shooters
Sometimes I think about Vince Carter. Between 2000 and 2005, he shot 39.8 percent from three on over four attempts per seventy five possessions. People don't remember him as a pure shooter because he spent so much time at the rim, but he was.
He was taking movement triples and contested shots when most people were still trying to figure out how the internet worked. He was very good at putting the ball in the hoop from far away. Now we have a win streak counter on the internet that says nine, but I am not sure if that is a dream I had or a genuine statistic.
I think the weather is going to be cold tomorrow. Or maybe it will rain. Either way, the Raptors will play again, and we will probably think about hockey or pizza or Vince Carter. It is just what we do. We all spin, in a way.