It's always interesting when the Warriors and Sharks are on at the same time, because the remote's previous button illustrates that only one Bay Area professional team is on television. The Warriors went into Phoenix and Nellie was hyping the game with Tom and Ralph as a chance for his young'uns to establish themselves. Glaring tell- Steve Nash had 20 assists, and the W's had 16. After the sixth turnover in what seemed like the first minute, I switched over to deep into Comcast cable land to catch the Sharks hosting the NHL's hottest team, the Colorado Avalanche. Tape to tape is what they call it, or for the haters, boom boom boom went the passes from stick to stick, like Disney had choregraphed the damn thing. Swirling movement with method to the madness and people showing up where they're supposed to and pucks arriving in the right place and damn if it didn't look like good old fashioned German efficiency. Flip back and Ass Jack is launching a three after receiving the first delivery of the possession. Clank. And so it goes. W's lose by 22. Sharks stop the Avalanche, 3-1.
So the Comcast pre-game pundits were talking about the Warriors starting at least 7-2 with their "easy" schedule. They are now winless in two games. Time to put the hope back in the chest, put down the bottle and pick up the Boethius- only this ain't Dame Fortuna's damn fault. Sometimes the only real consolation is to point the finger.
Does anybody know where Cohan lives? I got me some leftover bricks from the kiln incident last week.
So the Comcast pre-game pundits were talking about the Warriors starting at least 7-2 with their "easy" schedule. They are now winless in two games. Time to put the hope back in the chest, put down the bottle and pick up the Boethius- only this ain't Dame Fortuna's damn fault. Sometimes the only real consolation is to point the finger.
Does anybody know where Cohan lives? I got me some leftover bricks from the kiln incident last week.
