The Pelicans Have Reportedly Played The Lakers Like A Fiddle In Making Them Kill Their Time And Togetherness On A Trade That Ain't Happening
Time to test the salt levels in the water down in NOLA, because I honestly believe that's a level of scorn that would leave a prideful, sodium-filled tear dripping from the eye of Sean Payton to the screen-printed red nose of Roger Goodell. I can't say I'm surprised that the Pelicans are trained in the art of pettiness, as they conduct their business in a city that just successfully boycotted the goddamn Super Bowl and partially share a front office with a franchise that takes absolutely everything personal. I am, however, impressed with the intricacy of the brushstrokes they've used in painting a player as calculated as LeBron James and an organization as prestigious as the Los Angeles Lakers into a corner.
Granted, no one could have predicted the damn near nuclear implosion of the Lakers against a undermanned Pacers' team, but if you light the fuse then you get to take the bow following the grand finale of the fireworks. Needless to say, we got quite the show of the combustibility of Los Angeles' team chemistry the other night.
Therefore, for all the criticism he's received in wasting the work of Anthony Davis, Dell Demps deserves all the credit in the world for giving Magic Johnson's taint just enough of a light tickle to get him to shamelessly chase a complete ghosting. He basically got the one of the winningest franchises in NBA history to put their balls on the negotiation table....just so he could turn around to his team and laugh under his breath at the size of them. Granted, he fell ass-backwards into the "lesson plan" by having a transformative talent at his disposal, but if leading on the Lakers just long enough for LeBron to be left looking in on the playoff picture for the first time since 2005 isn't a masterclass in cock-teasing then I don't know what the hell is.
Of all the people to deliver an equally powerful counterpunch for mid-season tampering, it's the goddamn New Orleans Pelicans who left the Lakers' balls bluer than the emotional state of all the young players with which their relationship has been ruined. Who woulda thought they'd achieve anything close to vengeance, never mind in a dominant enough fashion to do so in the victory formation?