(Tonight’s recap is a running recap. Corbin watches something happen, writes a paragraph, looks up, watches something else then writes another paragraph. It is not meant to be coherent, necessarily.)
“Adam says get off to a quick start. That’s true, Adam, that’s vital.” They COULD get off to a slow start, so they can take their opponents by surprise in the third. The forgotten arm, if you will.
The intro is on. I like watching the intro. They should pick different music, sometime. Maybe I recommend Sleater Kinney? “Let’s Call it Love” could be interesting. Guitar stomp, intense yelling, I think the people would get pumped. Wes is honored for the three pointers made mark. Congrats to him. Congrats to all of us for witnessing this. We did an excellent job, sticking our eyes on the TV.
I don’t remember the last game with the Kings.
There are so many games.
Cousins takes a long two pointer to start. Not a very good shot. He is taunting the Blazers. “I can take this, because I will get low soon, and I will rip your ribs out and play xylophone on them.”
Kaman with a banking layup, assist from Batum. Kaman’s show was very little touch, a flat palmed layup. Robotic, even. Kaman’s place on the robot/organic scale is confusing. Cousins is, of course, the most organic of all big men, he is like a plant that grows at the speed of sound. On the other side is someone who doesn’t post up, ever, and executes a lifeless routine on the block. Perk comes to mind, but his post ups are so chock full of neurosis and incident and context that I wouldn’t say he is totally inorganic. Sometimes Kaman looks like he is doing steps, sometimes he swings everything around with surprising grace. I think his beard makes his post game seem more artisanal.
Blazers lose Collison in transition, McLemore hits him, he fumbles the pass, ends up in the corner, and takes a three pointer that goes in. A corner three was probably the best case scenario there. If McLemore had sent him a better pass, it would have been a dunk.
Lillard goes at Collison on a direct penetration, pushing his body into Darre and tosses the ball up. He misses. It could have been regarded as a foul, but I don’t believe it was the kind of foul that really illuminates the law, the unspoken law, says calling a foul is supposed to be about. A foul is when someone else makes a bad move that gives them defensive advantage. Lillard’s move was a press, Lillard making contact on his own. I think this new manifestation of a foul is fine. It makes the game more deterministic.
An offensive foul
on Meyers Leonard.
Rudy Gay takes a baseline jumper off the dribble. Rudy has been shredding the Blazers all year. The Blazers don’t have a lockdown wing defender type of guy. They have good defender, but not a guided missile man who says, “Rudy Gay is going to miss, and I will spill blood to do it.” They don’t even have a third good wing. Dorrell MIGHT be good, but he has been put in a little box on a shelf, a crystal man.
Batum fouls Rudy on the break. Or he doesn’t, because he gets very angry and gets a tech. I am inclined to trust Batum, because he doesn’t have a disproportionate sense of basketball justice, where the world strikes against him at every turn. Demarcus has this. Demarcus might also be right. Pynchon could write a novel about Demarcus and the refs, where an intrepid young detective looks into their relationship and finds whiffs of a more horrifying, underground system that has made their rivalry such a shitshow.
The Blazers are down by 11. I can’t tell why, except I believe Rudy Gay is doing his dark work. He is the last warlock, but his powers are diminished.
Another Gay turnaround. I hear faint outrage from the crowd. They are restless.
Meyers takes a push shot on the baseline when he was open for a dunk. There was not a lot of time on the clock, so you could call this a form of awareness. But there was ENOUGH time. Examining this play is, in its way, the most extreme question of process vs. results possible.
Lamarcus has the ball in the post against Thompson. He bullies, Thompsons tries to pull, Lamarcus doesn’t fall, he turns into the middle and drifts a little push hook into the rim. LMA is right smack in the middle of the Organic/Inorganic continuum, a small buzz that never moves, never higher or lower.
END OF FIRST QUARTER
Aldridge reposts and takes a turnaround that hits frontrim. It is too far out. He should have been closer, or gotten closer, or just been closer. They are saying Wes Matthews is the emotional leader of the Blazers. Who is the emotional leader in your life, at your job, in your church? Find that person, and think about what their leadership means. You live in a broader context.
Reggie Evans, a scoundrel, is taking foul shots. Reggie has the highest rebound percentage for a player with a terrible block percentage. Second is Kevin Love. I am not trying to throw Kevin Love under the bus here, I know my readership would appreciate that, but I can’t feed that craving for you. I can, but I refuse.
Thomas Robinson steals the ball, is the first at the rim, puts the ball behind his back, to pass or to hide the ball, but it just kind of hits him in the back and falls onto the court. It was a sad sight, a sign of might and magic betraying their user. He collapsed onto the court and sunk into the wood and his tears filled the Rose Garden until the salt killed the flowers.
I look at Facebook during commercial. Someone else got engaged. I am falling behind. I will die behind.
Robinson takes a charge. I hardly see it behind the other bodies. I do not know if it was a good charge, or a bad charge, or even a charge intentionally taken.
A foul shot. Moment of quiet. Cousins sticks his tounge out of the left corner of his mouth. His left corner, not mine.
Lillard goes baseline and makes a layup. He protects the ball by extending his arm away from the shotblocker and pushing the ball off the glass. It is a nice move. There is talk that Lamarcus might be injured. Jermaine O’Neal is watching and waiting for his moment. He already knows how to use the bus. He will be shocked when he sees the MAX goes to Hillsboro, but NOT Vancouver.
Wright gets closed out, drives and finishes off the glass. His back makes a weird arch when he takes the shot, like he needed to thrust his torso out to get the shot off. Maybe his energy lives in his middle, he takes it straight from his heart and pushes it into his limbs.
“Watch Cousins and Kaman underneath. They are really banging each other.” In actuality, Batum is trying to get position. Kaman and Cousins are just standing outside the key, taking a possession off.
Lillard drives and gets a foul on Cousins. Aldridge will not return to the game. He is gone. Another big man has left. Soon, Meyers will melt, Kaman will leave the NBA forever, and the Blazers will forsake the center, the power forward, the everything, and be forced into starting the new basketball age, total basketball, unstoppable force, titles, near titles, failures, all one right after the other.
I wish I had a burrito. Matthews has a post up against Collison, or what appears to be Collison, he drop steps, and drives for two dribbles and tries to lay it in with an extended arm. It bounces on the backrim twice and falls off. I can’t believe that he can dribble now. It is among basketball’s greatest understated achievements, considering where he once was.
“Part of his weakness was he would get fouled all the time and never make them.” DMC’s worst free throw shooting season was his rookie season, when he shot 68%, which is below average, but not bad or even problematic.
Lillard has been fouled two or three times in this quarter, which is good because he is missing a lot of shots. He drives and makes a spin move in the lane and gets fouled. He misses the first shot. What if Lillard wore a cape? A black cape, I think, befitting an underdog or a vampire. It twirls in the lane, it drops when he shoots, it’s beautiful, it’s silk, it’s a Black cape. LMA is getting X-Rays. The world is concerned.
END OF SECOND
Eating carrots, bleu cheese dressing with nutritional yeast, and hot sauce. It’s pretty good. Armadillo Sauce, which is very hot, too hot and I used too much. There is a burning in my mouth and throat. Hopefully the Blazers burn with a competitive spirit.
Rudy Gay has Lillard. He dribbles into the lane and manages to shoot over the help defender, Chris Kaman. The Blazers were managing to cover for their rim protection problems without Freeland or Lopez, but they have fallen in recent weeks.
Victor Claver, his face always illuminated with the depth and horror of his predicament, his three year imprisonment in the golden cage of the Blazers’ bench, appears. The money is good, but the art is terrible. I wish for him to return to Europe and learn to love once more. Or maybe he is an assassin, who will play or sit or stand for whoever pays? I can never see what is in his heart.
Batum fumbles through an isolation possession against Derrick Williams. He needs a break to get better. The Blazers need his body, because they don’t have wings, but he needs to sit and heal and meditate if he is going to be better. The All-Star game is closer than we think, I hope.
Two coloured women’s hoodie
BOLD Graphics and Colours
Good for any fan!
Claver misses a three. He is still playing. The Blazers are so low on players they are opting to play a ghost extended minutes. He will possess a teen girl, soon, and she will play power forward.
Batum has slid into two point range in the corner. This is not proper or polite or effective. He is in a struggle with his body, himself, looking to change, looking for something to force, looking to dig a hole so big it will get him out of his hole. He needs a break, man.
Cousins fouls Kaman. He is incensed. He crouches on the ground. You can see the conspiracy against the man play out in front of you. The gears turn, but for what purpose? Is our very society built on these calls? Is order but a thin veneer?
The Blazers are down by quite a lot of points. You can feel the whole Western conference starting and licking their chops, ready to rip off a haunch of BlazerMeat and use the energy it endows to their body to climb ever further up the ladder, closer and closer to the promised land. The west is a wolf on fire, with a fire in its stomach, that craves more fire so it can burn and power the FireWolf up the ladder where it can set more and more fires, it does not stop until the sky is on fire.
It’s out of bounds to Portland
A three man weave ends with a Barton fadeaway. The Blazers are a cactus losing its needles as a snow falls on the desert. The Christchild was born in these sorts of conditions. Will a new Christ be born from the ruins of the Blazers season? What will we bring her in tribute, the Queen of Queens?
Evans tips the ball right to Thomas Robinson. So much hustle, so little control.
Power is Hustle + Control.
END OF THIRD
I am sitting on my exercise disc. I balance with my crossed legs in the air. I feel my whole core engage, and shred. Writing has become exercise to me. I will be a sculpted God with fingers made of pencils soon.
Derrick Williams shoots a jump shot from the top of the key. This is the official shot of a bad team with a fourth quarter lead. It pains me to say the Kings are bad – they were once inspiring, before they were gutted for reasons absolutely no one in the world could begin to understand.
The announcers talk about doubling Rudy Gay. I am not sure I disagree. Players who never play should be traded for players who play wing defense. Who is left, who are the wing defenders of the present and the future? If all players were Star Wars ships Point Guards would be TIE Fighters, Wings X-Wings, Power Forwards Star Destroyers, Centers Death Stars.
Wes’ stepback from midrange is off target The Blazers are not making things happen in a way that makes it seem like they have a plan. They are depleted and flailing. As I write this, an inbounds play results in a three point play for Will Barton, an oop at the rim. I still do not feel I am wrong, but it is as if fate is trying to make me believe the Blazers will win. What fate doesn’t understand is that I am not convinced one way or the other, I am an observer, watching the river and wondering what will happen. Will a Big Mouthed bass roll on down this lazy river? I hope, but I do not believe.
Wes hits a three pointer in transition and does the bow and arrow motion. The Blazers are trying to make a run, but Boogie is coming back and it is not coming easy. A player who looks like Shane Larkin scores.
Reggie Evans gets the ball under the rim, totally open. He rises to take a shot and some bodies descend on him. His shot rolls and falls. Reggie Evans is not good at basketball, but he was willful for entirely too long.
Are the Patriots deflating the footballs?
Cousins blocks Wes at the rim. Not his shot, his whole body, through the shot. He falls on the floor while Cousins dribbles up the floor and scores in transition. Boogie is a wildly charismatic player, more charismatic than any Blazer by a factor of twenty.
Batum dribbles, and takes a three for the lead. A nation of Bros with Options About Batum shifts in their chairs, their biases exposed in the full light of day.
“Cousins has his own weather system.” Why is Barrett making 3rd grade fat slams against Demarcus Cousins? What did Boogie do to him, except make him not exist in his presence, such is the gap of charisma between them.
TWO REFS are wearing the same number. How will the players call fouls on them? It must be confusing. If players could call fouls on fouls, and a ref fouls out if he gets too many fouls call on him, a balance of power would be restored to the NBA. This is the finest innovation in ideas I have had since I started writing about basketball on that cold, rainy night two Novembers ago.
Lillard misses an open three to go ahead. It was a good shot. The universe is random within confines, it is the lesson sport has to teach us, but we never listen.
The Blazers fans have always been like the 12th man
the one up in Seattle.
Barton has the ball in transition, Collison takes it away from him, but it sails out of bounds.
Demarcus fouls out for bumping a cutter. Ticky taki. Who benefits? There are gears underneath the world, and this is their metal exposed for all to see, if you can look them with the proper light projected from your mind. A conspiracy seen by those with eyes unclouded by hate.
That is a line from Princess Mononoke. At the end of that movie, Ashitaka says he will visit the Princess in the woods. Do they eventually settle down together, bad ass sword dude and Wolf Princess together in matrimony, murdering anyone who dares to fuck with the woods? That is the future I prefer, the fan fiction I subscribe to.
A long replay. You have read my thoughts on replay in previous editions of this blog. “The officials are very good at this.” If they were this would take significantly less time.
Lillard boards a Wes miss and sends it back in and oh fantastic, another review, a clear path this time, I cannot wait for this review, this is what sports are all about, is facts and the truth and determining the truth. BASEBALL WAS RIGHT, ALL ALONG! The Mets no hitter was a lie, but it was a beautiful, acceptable lie that everyone loved! We should learn to love the lies sports tells us!
Barton fouls McLemore on a three down four. This is Barton, unfortunately. Our dreams cannot spring like morning glory from the ground and choke the plants of our doubt and anxiety.
The lady from Grimm is in the crowd. Mike Barrett promotes Grimm. Mike Barrett lives for Grimm
Lillard gets extra coverage above the three point line. He exploits and knifes and drives and dunks. Without Cousins, the Kings also have no big men. Derrick Williams is branded a coward by all the world.
The end of this game is an interminable grind. Reviews and foul shots and practically nothing else. I wish it would end. I wish for freedom from the task of watching Basketball. Another foul for Lillard. Trudge trudge trudge. Lillard misses a foul shot to make the game seem interesting. Rudy Gay misses his shot. Lillard misses another shot. He is doing everything he can do make this game interesting at the end. He is Michael Bay, raising the stakes.
Another review! Basketball
Blazers win. But was it worth it?