Marcus Banks: "Mack 10s, crush rocks and drops, best respect the feds only, fuck cops"
Trenton Hassell: "Play a role and catch a bullet hole..."
Rashad McCants: "Let the money drip-dry, hundred dollar bills wipe the tears from my eyes"
Kevin Garnett: "NO"
So that was certainly a hot game. I saw the same things tonight I saw against Boston a week ago. Only difference is that it was against a legit opponent, on the road.
So what was different between this game and the last few?
It's a hornets nest right now, so I'm not going to dive into it yet, but in case you missed it, Jaric sat the entire game, allowing a gangster (little Markie Banks, have it kid!) to go off and counteract the Canadian. I loved it. You can't stop Nash on defense, so you have to throw something at him to make him D up and actually work. And Marcus did that and then some tonight.
But of course, the story is SHAWN MARION RETURN TO SENDER, SNATCHO!!!!! YOU THINK YOU CAN COME INTO KG'S HOUSE AND KICK HIS DOG, EAT ALL OF HIS PIE AND TAKE A SHOT IN THE LANE AT THE BUZZER??? THIS AIN'T THAT KIND OF PARTY, AND THE 40S ARE ALREADY WARM, SKUNK!!!!
There are times when even the best of us question KG at the end of games. Does he have it? Is he the "dagger" type of player? Maybe he needs someone else in there to pass to...
Yeah, how about NO? How about, NO, that shot isn't going in? How about, NO, I'm not missing these throws. How about, NO, I don't need anyone else, just me and this goddamned ball. And it's going down and you can't stop it. Suns.
So this was pretty satisfying, and I hope it doesn't sound as if I'm too overjoyed. I just love endings like this. I love it when Kevin Garnett just jumps higher than you and blocks your pathetic shot. I love it when Marcus Banks practically needs a wheelbarrow to lug his sack around. I love it when Hassell is all Austin Peay again. And I love wins against quality opponents, because they give Hope.
And yeah, I'm all for sitting Jaric for awhile until these new thugs figure each other out.