Did the Blazers win tonight? Can you look at yourself in the mirror, with only yourself to look at, and say, “The Blazer won tonight, they won the basketball game. I regard that as a win, what I watched was the act of winning, of success, not the Blazers getting the game controlled around them falling into HEINOUS isolation basketball, which they stink at, and eventually winning be default because Trey Burke farted out like ten possessions in a row and the Blazers managed to attack the basket and succeed against Rudy ‘THE FIELD WITCH’ Gobert.” Run on sentences!


What are the reasons for this recent strip of uninspired play? What has sunk the Blazers into an emotional bog, the sort that would qualify that horrible game as a win to pump your fist about? I will investigate:




TWO: ACTUALLY ARRON ISN’T WORSE THAN WES, PER SE, WELL, HE IS A LITTLE, BUT HE DOESN’T FIT NEARLY AS WELL. Wing post ups and isolations, these were not the currency of the Blazers until recently, when they lost Wes.




FOUR: WILL BARTON! You don’t just trade a dude with that spiritual energy and expect to get by. It says so, in the Bible, which is My Antonia By Willa Cather.


FIVE: JOHN KITZHABER. Look, guys. John was a man in love, and you spit in his face. I didn’t, I am a lifelong Washington resident, but you did. You should have accepted his light corruption, because he did it in the name of love. But now, Cupid herself* has looked upon this action and decided you basketball team must suffer for your crimes against love. Congratulations, you impertinent Oregonians. We never would have done this where I’M from!


SIX: EVERYONE IS EITHER INJURED OR THEY’VE PLAYED LIKE A BILLION MINUTES AND THEIR BODIES ARE NOW OPENLY REJECTING BASKETBALL. THis seems more likely than anything. Lillard was good tonight, but other nights, oy vey, he is looking like he could use a blow. Someday, every team will do this, like the Spurs do, and you’ll think about these games like fun off-games, where funny players do weird stuff against each other. Hopefully, teams institute good natured rotations with rest, so they have sort of similarly disabled lineups. It would be really fun!


SEVEN: LUCK. Why not. Fate is out there, pulling levers we cannot see. We should accept these movements with open hearts.


EIGHT: ORDER. The NBA is fundamentally of nature, and nature is fundamentally of order. Or perhaps order is of nature, or our perception of order is of nature. I am not a philosopher, it’s just killing the Blazers right now.

*all gods are women at this website



God bless the Blazers’ first half effort. Scrapping and shooting their way to a modest lead over the Warriors at halftime, it was enough to bring your family to tears. My son, Angus, he pulled my sweater and he said “Daddy, are the Blazers going to win the big one this year?”


I didn’t have the heart to tell him. Abnormal shooting. All this energy pouring out on the floor. The Warriors looking lackadaisical, almost disengaged. It couldn’t last. But I wanted Angus to have some hope, some joy. SO I said.


“Sure, son. The Blazers are gonna win the big one.”


Suffice to say, when the second half rolled around and the Warriors turned into a fucking basketball phalanx that was made of smoke and fire in equal measure, things got hairy in my household. Angus bit his nails. Then, he cried. Then he looked at me, straight in my eyes and he yelled, so loud the whole neighborhood could hear:




Then he stormed to his room.


When his mother walked in to check on him, he had carved a Warriors logo into the wall and torn his Raymond Felton jersey in half (It was on sale, I am not a wealthy man!).

I feel I have made a huge mistake.



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The magical, friendly gnomes who usually deliver entirely-legal streams of NBA games to my broke-dick, long-suffering, still-alive computer were off point tonight. Usually I can choose between home and away streams; tonight I just got the Memphis local feed. Apparently most Americans are watching college players not good enough to declare for the NBA. Well, I suppose gambling is fun, or otherwise people wouldn’t engage in it.

Missing the Blazers commentary does not exactly qualify as a hardship; I think that defines a “first world problem.” Life’s mysterious glory loses little of its luster when you can’t hear Mike Rice repurpose intestinal blockage through his vocal chords. And the Memphis TV announcers were largely savvier than Kyle Hightower of the Associated Press, whose recap of Portland’s defeat by Orlando on Friday included the phrase “head-scratching trend” to describe the Blazers’ losing streak.

You scratch your head when you have lice; lice are irritating. Nobody scratches their head when they’re confused, and nobody should be confused about why this season is swirling down the toilet bowl for Portland. They lost their best defender, their best offensive player is muddling through with one-and-a-half hands. Nic Batum has some weird injury stuff and I have no shorthand to describe his role. Not “glue guy,” that’s lazy shit writing. “French guy” is accurate but lacks precision.

Batum and LMA left this game, the one you’re reading about right now, fairly early due to They Shouldn’t Be Playing At All, The Season Is Over, and didn’t return. The Memphis announcers correctly, unlike Mr. Hightower, identified Portland’s struggles being due to “a desperate team losing players by the minute.”

They also made some ish-y comments. “Jeff Green came tonight to play basketball,” alright, I can live with that, it’s enthusiasm, although I suspect every other professional athlete on the court also came to play basketball. “The last nine points were scored by the brother from another mother.” I have no idea what that meant. It probably referred to Pau Gasol, who at that point had scored three points in a row, not nine, and whom has a famous NBA brother, not from another mother. OK, I get it; yes, Memphis fans, Pau was underrated for a long time. Nobody underrates him anymore.

And at one point the aforementioned Jeff Green was referred to as “Uncle Jeff Green.” Woah. No way. If this is the actual nickname Grizzlies fans have for Jeff Green, a good player and fabulous acquisition for that team, then something is horribly, horribly wrong. Nobody south of the Mason-Dixon line, and nobody above it, for that matter, is allowed to call an African-American male “uncle” unless he’s actually a parent’s sibling. You just can’t do that.

With 2:47 to go, Zach Randolph, another good player, hit a three, the Blazers called timeout, and the Memphis arena DJ put on “Whoomp! (There It Is.)” I didn’t think I could dislike fans of any sports team, fans are people after all, but “Whoomp” and the “Uncle Jeff” comment make me intensely dislike Grizzlies fans. I should probably stop watching sports.

Do you need to read my take on how the Blazer players did? They were alright. Lillard, a mesmerizing work in progress, eschewed his hero-ball “shoot desperately from under a huge pile of Orcs” tendency, that’s nice. Dorell Wright showed gumption and dumbness, he’s probably underused. I’m not sure Coach Stotts has any clue what to do with his bench, such as it is, but I cannot say, I have never been an NBA coach.

My favorite moment of the contest came near the end; Portland was done, everyone knew it, and yet the refs called Randolph for an offensive foul against Myers Leonard. Randolph glowered at Leonard. Leonard stuck one hand up and entwined it in the net’s webbing, glowering back. A bit nervously, sure, since one is an established NBA star and the other is just finally putting his game together. But, hey — you take moments of growth when you can get them. Kudos, Leonard, kudos. You hang onto that net, Uncle Myers.



This game is happened on the Friday of March Madness, at four in the afternoon, while Oregon was playing. I think its safe to say that you didn’t watch it. As a matter of fact, no one watched it. I am the only person who watched it. Here is what happened, since you probably don’t know:


The Blazers were wearing uniforms made of potato sacks, in deference to the idea of communal sacrifice. Stotts was dressed like a Dickensian man of capital, with a bowler and a little eyeglass.  He barked at the players and chewed on a cigar, in a kind of concept play of the industrial revolution.


The Orlando Magic were playing a remix of the underground zones in Super Mario Brothers. Then the sound operator fell asleep into his microphone. For the next two hours, the entire stadium was flooded with the up-close sound of his snoring and a tacky remix of a video game song. It quickly became a nightmare and all but the most avant garde Magic fans left at halftime.


Chris Kaman scooped up a CJ McCollumn miss at the rim and dropped it back in. Then he pulled a flower out from behind his ear and handed it to a five year old girl in the front row. Everyone clapped, because the Magic scored on the other end.


The refs went to look at the replay review in Secaucus and it played an episode of “The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” instead. They stood there for twenty two minutes, watching a whole episode of Kimmy and Titus’s adventures.


Ben Gordon played. He is in the NBA.


Mike Rice said “This team will eat pudding during a game” because the camera picked up Andrew Nicholson eating pudding. This always drives me crazy, this horrible confirmation bias thing he does, saying “He’ll do that” right after someone does something, no matter how unlikely it was. Just because Nicholson was eating ONE PUDDING doesn’t mean he always eats pudding!


Luke Ridnour bit himself after missing a shot, ran his finger over the cut, and scored five points and forced a turnover in twenty seconds. Once the taste of his own blood would get him twenty, thirty points. But now, he can hardly make himself walk up a flight of stairs on that kind of blood. He would need to find a new fuel. But where!? WHERE!?


Kyle O’Quinn and Victor Olidipo ran a pick and pop. O’Quinn’s shot his the back iron. He pumped his fist and yelled “ALRIGHT, I HIT THE BACKIRON! I CAN THROW THE BALL FAR AS HELL!”


The broadcast suggested you go see Madonna at the Rose Garden on the Rebel Heart Tour. She hasn’t been to Portland since the Borderline tour! I was there! I grabbed her jean vest and ironed all of my Cub Scout patches to it.


Lamarcus Aldridge posted up on a dude, took three dribbles, went into the lane, and laid it in without contest. A French painting wept.


The Blazers let the Magic score 58 points in one half. In fairness, everyone on the Magic was given an extra inch of height before the game, and had it taken away at the half. Height makes you good at basketball, so it was a real problem!


When the second half started the Blazers were down two points. They got in a huddle. “Hey guys,” said the leader, “We need to get it together and make business happen. We are in a business here, we need to make that point money.” Everyone said “Wow leader (I think it was Thomas Robinson??? We are inspired. Let’s go out there and make business!”


So they made business and they were up, when a magicman got fouled. He missed the first shot and also missed the second.  Oladipo was stalled at the rim by Lopez. A machine fired up in the distance. It was a point factory, and it had a shipment for the Blazers. THey opened the box. It had a bunch of points But would it be enough!?


Meyers came into the game and grabbed the ball and started barking at it, like a lion. A mighty lion’s bark. He said “You don’t like me but you will respect me and you will do what I say!”


Chris Kaman was injured when he went bowling at halftime and had to miss the rest of the game.


LaMarcus became the Blazers all time leading rebounder. He beat Clyde Drexler, which made the accomplishment seems somehow less important, seeing Drexler was a guard. This is really, more than anything, a testament to the Blazers’ habitual problems with big men.


Alexy Shved played. He scored 7 points. He’s on the Magic. He was waived by the Sixers and signed with the Magic. You didn’t watch this game, you could never prove me wrong.


One of the refs sprained his ankle. The trainer looked at him and he had to leave the game. He was replaced by the alternate.


The Magic went ahead in the fourth quarter because they tried really hard. Everyone was really happy. The Blazer announcers said “Well it’s okay because I think the Magic deserve this because they’re trying too hard. I congratulate them, and their fans, and the entire state of Florida.


Terry got mad about turnovers and started eating whole turnovers on the sideline. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT,” he yelled at the team, “DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIEND TERRY TO BE A TURNOVER FATTY!”


Then, Lamarcus made a long two pointer. Then, the Magic made two points. This cycle rolled down the street to its inevitable home, an open manhole. The Blazers were devoured by the king of crocodiles who is a Florida resident and a registered voter (Republican.).


“The last time a rookie had back to back triple-doubles was in 1997. Antoine Walker.”



Barring an extraordinary collapse, I’m not sure I really care about whether or not the Blazers win or lose anymore. Look at this:


What are wins and losses In this climate? You would probably prefer to play Dallas, but they’re the sixth seed. San Antonio? SAN ANTONI-NO! Clippers seems beatable but they also seems like a horrible unbeatable puzzle. It’s a morass! There are no good answers! Even Golden State has to be side-eyeing OKC and praying that Durant stay a million miles away from the bay. It’s best to let fate do it’s work and just enjoy these games on their own terms.


In this vein, I just want to say this game was awesome, win or loss or fair or not fair be damned. It was the best Blazer game in months, maybe the best one all year, and it came completely out of no where. The lines are janky-fun: 34 and 12 for Aldridge, 24 for Deng, six blocks for Whiteside, 20 and 11 for Dragic and 32 of the Dwyane Wade-ist points possible for Dwyane Wade.


God, Wade was so awesome. We have spent too much time at the altar of Klay Thompson and his sweet shooting brothers. Wade’s janky dark arts are becoming more and more irrelevant in the strategic spectrum of NBA experience and I will miss them. Watch him slink into the lane and sink a bank shot over Lopez. Who else moves like that!? And with a little taunting wrist flip to boot! (Corbin kisses fingers and release them into the air) Bravo! Bravo! That’s real opera! You don’t get that from MOTION OFFENSE, SON! He also ended the first half with a burly, burly drive off a pick and roll and hit a game winner the Blazers could not respond to for reasons of ref malfeasance or rules arcana depending on your perspective.


All things considered this isn’t a bad loss. The Heat went 7-10 from three and Wade was about as good as a guard could reasonably be in the fourth. How often do you win a game when Udonis Haslem hits a three, you know? Fate was conspired against the Blazers on this night! I suppose the Blazers could have defended better.


There were some problems defending in transition, especially with Dragic. Speaking of which, Dragon scored on one of the niftiest little transition plays. The Heat outlet the ball to a big man (Haslem, I think) He holds the ball in the high post as if he is going to initiate half-court offense. Then, Dragic comes streaking up the floor, grabs the ball in a DHO action, turns out the high post thing was a fake, he takes at the rim.


The Blazers also had a ton of turnovers. Hey, stop that. The also didn’t hit free throws: I have this to say about that, who cares free throws are boring, making them is the cowards’ way of winning.


The bench was pretty good on aggregate. Maimi’s bench features Mr. Michael Beasley. These two sentences are independent facts that have nothing to do with each other.


Batum is clocking five assists a game this year. It’s pretty impressive that he has been terrible this year (Because he was injured) but still managed to rack up dimes regardless. Congrats to him for this abnormal consistency.


Birdman Dunked on Kaman and it was funny. Shoutout to all the birds Kaman killed to prove he was a man, Andersen avenged you today. Stop eating meat you savages.


Two cool moves from small forwards above the break tonight. Deng caught the ball above the break, did a VERY fast drive break and hit a three pointer. Batum, on the other side of the floor, caught the ball, did the world’s tiniest little shot fake, so small a butterfly was in union with its vibration, drew his defender, and dished to Lillard, who hit a three pointer.


Whiteside posted up on Lopez twice and scored both times. Easy to forget that he’s kind of vulnerable there when he is so good at every other kind of defense. I was watching Rudy Gobert a lot recently and I noticed that he is moveable in the post, but he is also athletic and long enough that he can block or frighten anyone who tries to toss the ball over him. Lopez is the former, but not the latter. Whiteside also iso’d on opes with 5 remaining on the clock and got an and-1. THis game feature pretty much everything you could ever want.


The Blazers shot well from the field, fueled by Aldridge’s abnormally efficient night, but Whiteside made rim-work very, very difficult.

Brief thesis: Meyer Leonard has it in him to become the JR Smith of big men. Meditate on this until the next game.



I won’t go overboard with words on this one, because I only have so many before death’s icy hand comes and takes me to a new life, a different life, one with less love and affection but a deeper understanding of truth.


In the first half, the Blazers were terrible because they were clearly very, very tired. They were losing dudes in transition and on simple pick and rolls. Shit just weren’t happening. Hard to be too confused about why; they has just played less than 24 hours previous, flown on a plane, slept in a bed that wasn’t their own, and then walked themselves out to the court against a team that was fresh and free and ready to be.


Then, in the second half, down twenty, they trotted out a stretch lineup and started to hit some threes. On the other end of the court, the sad-ass Wizards, who, much like the Raptors, have found themselves in a rut where they forgot how to execute, a brilliant synergistic team turned over to reveal cracks and dirt and worms that suck at basketball, were missing a gigantic pile of shots.

The Blazers never managed a lead, though, and in the last five or so minutes, Wall and Pierce and Beal managed to grab the grips and yank the game in their favor. Wall dove five rows into the crowd when the game was essentially decided. It was one of my favorite plays of the year, because he landed on a bunch human beings that were entirely too far away from the action to have expected it at all.



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I was coming home from my date with a real person tonight, all kinds of ready to watch and recap tonight’s game,  when I got kidnapped by a bear. I had to miss the game, because the bear doesn’t have cable. But I am getting 4g here, on my phone, my smartphone I definitely own, so I can review the highlights for you.



HIGHLIGHT ONE: A nondescript guard runs a side pick and roll with Greg Monroe, who gets fouled. It does not end in a dunk or a moment of transcendent grace. It is, apparently, the only Pistons highlight in this mix. I am surprised, because I expected the Pistons would really TAKE IT to the Blazers. I do not watch NBA Basketball, by the way. GRADE: D+


HIGHLIGHT TWO: Lillard gets the ball behind the three point line. He jab steps and his defender, the same nondescript guard, flies out of his position. Lillard takes the shot, a foot or two behind the line, and sinks it. Lillard had 20 some-odd point on like 4 shots tonight. His performance will ring in the Halls of Efficiency forever. GRADE: B+


HIGHLIGHT THREE: Lamarcus Aldridge, the Prince of Portland, the Powerful Pusher of the Pacific, loses his handly in his beloved midrange. BUT, NEVER FEAR! He recovers behind the line and DRILLS a three pointer. A small child weeps with joy, for he has seen a brighter future on this day. GRADE: A+


HIGHLIGHT FOUR: Dorrell Wright and Lamarcus run a pick and roll. Lillard cuts to the corner, takes a pass from Wright, and DRILLS a fadeaway three point shot. This highlight has everything: a weird pick and roll, a good pass, and a fadeaway jumper. I am a big fan. GRADE: A+


HIGHLIGHT FIVE: Meyers Leonard tosses in a fadeaway hook shot after a terrible offensive possession. An amusing novelty. GRADE: B


HIGHLIGHT SIX: Standard Blake/Lopez pick and roll ends with Lopez shorthook. Pretty boring, but this give me the opportunity to say that Steve Blake had 7 assists and no other production or attempts at production tonight, the first game of its kind. GRADE: C


HIGHLIGHT SEVEN: Afflalo postup turnaround. His defender, another nondescript guard, motions for an elbow. He seems sort of neurotic and defeated while he does it. Bad highlight, good pathos. GRADE: C+


HIGHLIGHT EIGHT: Lillard drive and finishes over two defenders. Standard, standard, standard. GRADE: C-


HIGHLIGHT NINE: Lillard splits two defenders, meets the help in the paint, dishes to Afflalo, a sort of fake no look, who drills the shot. The pass is very showmanlike, but not genuinely magical. The split is fantastic, though. GRADE: B+


HIGHLIGHT TEN: LaMarcus has the ball in the post. He scoops it in with one hand, arm extended. I can’t give this a very good grade. If he has moved his wrist a little bit, gotten some good spin, I would shower it with praise, talk about the subtlety and grace of the shot, but as it is, I offer metely golf claps. GRADE: C-


HIGHLIGHT ELEVEN: Lillard makes a REALLY long three pointer with a hand in his face. Brazen, brazen stuff, a little Gummo-y, even. GRADE: A-


HIGHLIGHT TWELVE: KCP makes a layup in transition. I was told there would be no more Pistons highlights. GRADE: F


HIGHLIGHT THIRTEEN: Joel Freeland and Shawne Williams headbutt each other because Williams was mean to Meyers. (Meyers had a lot of points tonight and even flashed a quick release from time to time. He is getting weirdly better every game.) Freeland slapped hands on his way out, and Joel Anthony did some veteran holding-dudes-back there. It is extremely silly masculinity performance type stuff, but it is also a thing that happened, which differentiated it from the rest of this game, where not a lot happened. GRADE: B+





My computer was spending a cruel hour I had a night to spend, sleeping in bed, nursing my allergies (Cherry Blossoms, I think. Nature’s cruelest act, that a flower display so beautiful, a shade of pink that sings so sweetly, makes me want to sit in my house all day.) and considering last night’s game in aggregate.


What I came to, in my dreams, was that this game was fundamentally unjust, an open display of a universe in imbalance.


Late in the second quarter, LaMarcus Aldridge hit James Harden in the nuts. It happened. We all saw it. James Harden collapsed to the floor, writhing in a pain many of us have felt.


Then, it happened: a vicious crowd of jackals, drunk on beer and fueled by an intangible anger towards Harden, a fire in their hearts fed by announcers, radio men, fan bloggers, and society itself, let loose with boos.


The Rose Garden boo’d a man who got hit in the nuts while he lie on the floor. By all rights, everyone in that stadium should have had their eyes wedged open while James Harden personally took his revenge on the Blazers that evening, collecting 50 points on route to a Rockets buzzer beating victory while everyone’s cup slip in half and spilled soaked the entire arena, once a community gathering place, now a church that worships only cruelty, in a sticky/sicky beer/booze mixture.


But it didn’t happen this way. The Blazer managed to pull out a victory, leaving a void in the universe that demands to be filled. Destiny now demands, that the Blazers and Rockets meet in the playoffs. Justice demands the Blazers lose. I am sorry, that’s just the way it is. Blame  the misguided passions of those who would cry for James Harden’s nutblood.


Otherwise, this was a good game. The first half was very close, the second half wasn’t until Cory Brewer had a freakish 17 point offensive explosion. If I hadn’t once seen Brew score 50 points in a single game it would have been the strangest thing I ever saw. The Rocket’s down-late strategy was interesting: they went for really aggressive for steals.I suppose, if you don’t care about fouling, it’s a proper risk/reward


Another strange thing: Meyers Leonard checking in for a foul-betroubled Lamarcus Aldridge, getting worked in the post by Donatas Motiejunas, who is smaller and thinner than he is, then drilling two three pointers in close succession, sparking a rally, yelling a lot, and getting a pretty red face. It’s funny to watch him play, sometimes, because he is such a good shooter from three, but his release is SO SLOW that he passes up on a lot of shots that would be no brainers for most 40-some-odd-percent three point shooters. The Rockets did a pretty bad job guarding him, because it’s not that hard to keep him from shooting a three.


Alrdidge’s foul trouble had him with five fouls and five minutes to go in the fourth. The Rockets managed to fandangle a switch. This left our man staring ol’ Jimmy Harden, king of the foul, right in the face. Lamarcus swallows his fear, get into a stance, ready for the whistle that will send him to the bench at any moment, and he dances. He dances for love, for life, for justice. He keeps step with the Trickster God, and stifles him. Harden has to pass out (Eventually, Brewer hits a three. Weird game, man.), his dreams of foul outs dashed and defeated. It was a moment of true bravery.


The first quarter ended with TWO impressive attempts against the clock, the first from Corey Brewer (It went in.) the second from Afflalo (It did not.) Exciting length of the court play from both sides. Speaking of the length of the court, the Rockets managed to really get out in transition in the first half. Active hands from Brew, Harden and Josh Smith.


There was a play. The Rockets went into the backcourt. A violation was imminent. But Alonzo Gee, god bless, went for the ball. Josh Smith touched the ball, took the backcourt, and broke up the play. Josh Smith also dunked on Kaman real good.


If Gee could shoot threes, he would be a very good NBA player. I still think he should get McCollum’s minutes.


Aldridge took two three pointers early, missed one, and didn’t return to the promised land. When will he just make his home there?


The Robin Lopez post up, where he camps in the lane gets a pass and IMMEDIATELY turns and hooks the ball, is a good play, but one that pushes the limits of the three second violation every time. If he had to move close to the basket, God forbid, it would never work.


Afflalo was not great. Watching him work in the post makes me miss Wes, who only got down there when he was absolutely sure it would work. This is the difference between these players: Afflalo seeks to make his own advantage, Wes hunts for any advantage he might be able to find in the context of the game.


I think Harden is a brilliant player. But when he does the ball-show thing and doesn’t get a call, it looks so, so silly.


Jon Barry on the call, again. Oy vey. At one point he suggested that Ariza hit the backboard instead of hitting the ball so the rim would shake and knock the ball off. It was very silly.