The Song Remains the Same

Sooo.....  10 in a row again and 20 of 21.  The Cavs fall to the Suns 108-100.  Not that Phoenix is a cadre of world beaters (15-20), yet the Cavaliers playing anyone even to 81 after 3 is heartening.  Once again the lack of depth off the bench (Byron only played 8) and the absence of a go-to guy coming down the stretch became the Cavs undoing.  True to the commentators' quips the team burned the varnish off the floor in diving for loose balls and showing the scrappy hustle needed to win games given their stable of talent, but it was not enough.  Manny Harris scored a career high 26, JJ added 23 & 17, and only 11 turnovers were committed; these are positives.  If some of the unsung young talent can mature under fire then the second half of the season could be a glimpse into a bearable future.  For now 37% shooting and porous team defense block the road.  The 4th quarter was awash with bail-out fouls and poor rotation.  These dynamics shall return, it is only a question of when, and that #1 pick is a tantalizing peach waiting to be plucked.  The top of the draft is still muddled, but I'm a-ok with Sullinger or Kyrie Irving.  I'll have to look into this Perry Jones cat...

Try to dig the vid and ignore the classly soundtrack.


Cheers

Adding Injury to Insult

Andy's done for the season with a a torn tendon in his right ankle. Some seasons are dreams; this is a nightmare. It would be difficult to imagine any scenario more disheartening for Cavaliers fans than what has actually occurred. The 7-9 start raised our hopes to near mythic level. Could we actually win without LeBrat? Answer? A resounding NO! 19 of 20 kids, the Cavs have lost 19 of their last 20 games. Now the future becomes considerably more bleak, not so much because Varejao in unavailable to play, but rather due to the fact that he can no longer fetch any trade return to help Dan Gilbert et al build to the future. At this point I cannot begin to imagine what comes next. Given that Arizona thing, I'm waiting for someone to nuke the Q. Hi Homeland! ugh.

Grace Potter and the Goblet of Rock

G'head and pick your favorite.











GPN will cover just about anything.

Cheers.

Any Given Saturday

Seahawks 41, Saints 36.  

So much for being 11 point dogs (the biggest for a home playoff team in NFL history), go shock the world 'Hawks.  This is why they play the games.  I feel as if I'm channeling 30 years of Browns frustration through Seattle.  As irrational as it is, I am so familiar the deluge of shit that Cinderella getting the slipper would give me the taurine to withstand the next storm.  I'd love for them to roll every one of these NFC pretenders right out of the door on their way to donkey punching Brady or Roethlisberger in the Super Bowl.



Cheers.

Pretty Girl 01.09.11 - Vanessa Lengies

I love you in Waiting..., but, c'mon darlin', I need some more skin.  You're killin' me.