I don't know If Alvin Gentry actually night-capped the Pelicans' 3-game road winning streak by sucking down a couple cold ones prior to his media availability or if he simply found a funny excuse for stumbling over his words, but I do know that I'd take not a single issue with either/or. That's partially because we can all relate to using alcohol to ease social awkwardness, despite never finding ourselves in a situation nearly as absurd as the ill-fated "dumpster fire" -his words, not mine - he was tasked with putting out. However, it's mostly because we should all be clanking our glasses and lushing our libations to the poetic justice of the Pelicans' recent performance. Never mind persevering through an organizationally implemented minutes restrictions on one of most transcendent talents in the entire NBA, because doing so while the team that tried to shove a fist up the ass of their franchise completely implodes is worthy of both a toasting and a corresponding roasting. If I were Alvin Gentry, I can't say I'd be above DVRing Lakers' games and using them as an excuse to get liquored up and laugh at LeBron James, because the job he's done in keeping his locker room copacetic makes what's currently going on in Los Angeles seem all the more ludicrous. One team has displayed maturity in rallying around, for most intents and purposes, the loss of their leader. Meanwhile, the team that ultimately drove that wedge is making a complete mockery of itself, in part due to their "leader" literally needing to be pushed in the direction of his defensive rotations by the inexperienced teammates he took it upon himself to "teach". If you can't drink to that juxtaposition then just don't position yourself anywhere along the admittedly low bar that the Pelicans have risen high enough above for their head coach to comfortably slam his empty and entirely deserved beers on.
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