Ori and I attended this game together, stationed on the border of Drew’s Crew and The Newblehood, in section 222.
Rather bored with Lebron’s ongoing mundane performances – another blase 37, 12 and 12 – our conversation turned where it was naturally wont to go: Damon Jones vs. Aniel Gibso. Yes, Aniel Gibso – as in no D, no finish.
I’m far more anti-Gibson and pro-Jones here than I am in reality, thanks to Ori. There’s no question Boobie is a contributor, that he deserves more minutes than Jones and that he can be a key player for years to come. Still, neither is especially solid on their defensive rotations, both are vulnerable to any number of bigger or quicker players and neither can get much done offensively on the move to the rim.
Gibson had a few layups where he was throwing his body around with abandon, and being so out of control, unless he gets a bailout foul or we snag an offensive rebound, it becomes a waste of a possession. At least on a few of his takes today, the ball found rim, giving us a shot at a ricochet.
Jones, on the other hand, knows better than to try to get to the rim. His penetration usually involves getting just deep enough under the free throw line to draw attention before kicking it out. He is far more under control and those types of penetration lead to far better shots for the team.
I believe Gibson is a better ball handler under pressure, so I hope that by the end of the year, he’s wisened up and knows how to apply pressure advantageously, since he isn’t getting calls.
Both contributed in big fashion today, floating into the corner, waiting for the ball, and hitting their shots when the ball came their way.
Big Z was the other main contributor. He couldn’t contain Bosh, fouling out with about 3 minutes remaining, but he pulled down 15 rebounds – compared to Bosh’s 4 – but his 6 turnovers outpaced the entire Raptors team.
Sasha also pulled down a number of boards. We outrebounded Toronto, a team that likes to play small, 47-28, providing the most glaring reason for our victory.
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Speaking of Sasha, at halftime we found ourselves standing in the food line behind a 6′6ish, bald white guy. Wearing a Lebron jersey. Now, I appreciate that everybody loves Lebron, but when you stand out from the crowd that much, and parallel the appearance of a certain Cav, go with that jersey, if only for the dry humor of being so on the nose.
It got us thinking about whose jersey we would sport, if we took our own advice. Our buddy Ran, almighty provider of tickets, landed on Gooden, after much deliberation. He has some goofy hair – though no ducktail, he has a soft inside game, despite decent size, midrange, but not long range touch, and he’s a bit crazy.
Ori would go with Sasha: good ballhandler, good shooter, sometimes dominant, sometimes invisible. Plus he likes his spray-on tan.
And I’d be Snow. I’m not very good. I try hard, I like playing defensive, I always get stuck on bigger guys, there are rumors and stories about a time when I was good, but nowadays I’d probably miss a layup worse than David Wesley.
Ok, I’ll never be that bad.
Go Cavs!