Tonight's the Night For ...
The most entertaining bad team and the most nerve-wracking good one to do battle. Ricky Rubio brings his ready-for-the-silver-screen game to Hollywood. Chris Paul is still listed as day-to-day. Unless you have a high-stakes craps game, or have recently been involved in a helmet-to-helmet hit with James Harrison, you're watching Dos Lobos take on Lob City. TGIF.
The T-Wolves are at the bottom of what, some would argue, is the best division in the league. Win or lose, they always entertain. Between Rubio, fellow rookie Derrick Williams, occasional savant-like performances (OK, parts of performances) from Anthony Randolph and the beginnings of what could very well be a "making the leap" season from Kevin Love (whose 2011-12 is prompting Romantic poetry from John Hollinger) they are a one-team advertisement for the NBA League Pass. These guys are so lovable, they should get special dispensation allowing them to participate in the playoffs.
The Clippers are at the top of the Pacific and have already racked up wins over the Heat, Lakers, and Mavericks, which go a long way toward legitimizing this longtime punchline of a franchise.
Both franchises have been transformed by the arrivals of their new point guards. Centers might win championships, but point guards make teams watchable. To watch Paul or Rubio on any given night is to watch basketball played at its most musically communicative level. If they are on the court at the same time (Paul's hamstring permitting), Friday night becomes the concert of the year.
Here's the thing: You should enjoy this (the apparent supremacy of the Clips/the wonder of the Pups) while it lasts. Why?
- Every time Blake Griffin jumps in the air, it looks like a Jackass skit that could go incredibly wrong. I mean, yes, it's amazing; he is not governed by the laws of physics. But it often seems like he's going to wipe out in a spectacular, backflip-off-the-garage-gone-wrong way.
- Vinny Del Negro is the coach of the Los Angeles Clippers.
- Chris Paul is missing cartilage in his left knee.
- The Wolves are reportedly on the verge of offering Kevin Love a max contract. Love probably deserves this deal. He is a max player. But it might not be the right move for the Wolves. As Ryen Russillo and Ric Bucher discussed on Monday's NBA Today podcast, maxing Love could cause headaches down the line when young players like Wesley Johnson, Rubio and Williams need big boy deals.
- Given everything that's happened in the last 15 years in America, it's hard to believe Ricky Rubio is going to be this good and this fun for the entire season. Nothing lasts forever.
Around The League
- One person extremely pleased about Russell Westbrook's new deal? Kevin Durant: "Words can't explain how happy I am for @russwest44, signing his new deal, just upset I found out about it on twitter smh lol love u bro."
- Kyrie Irving is considering playing for the Australian national team at this summer. The Cavs rookie was actually born down under and his father used to play there professionally.
- Sounds like Michael Redd might be the latest Phoenix Suns medical staff success story.
This section was previously dedicated to Andray Blatche and his profound public statements about life, love, and blowing up his team's spot. But the Wizards are too big, beautiful, brilliant, and bizzarre to focus merely on Blatche. Behold ...
- According to The Washington Post's Michael Lee, the Wizards listened to Tupac's "Hit 'Em Up" before getting their big win over the Thunder.
- Victories breed chemistry. Chemistry means nicknames. Rashard Lewis apparently calls Wizards rookie Jan Vesely "Kangaroo." Jan Vesely (again, from Mr. Lee, who could probably write a brilliant book about this Wiz season): "I don't know. What's that?"
- JaVale McGee's mom is the new Andray Blatche: "Look, JaVale does that to break up the monotony. Wouldn’t you if you were losing like this? He’s been here for four years and it’s been same ol’, same ol’. I don’t want him to get institutionalized to losing. My son is the future of the NBA."