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TORONTO—In a shocking announcement on Friday night, the Charlotte Bobcats declared to the world that they had won a basketball game.  In a chaotic press conference, spokesman Kemba Walker stated, “The Charlotte Bobcats have now amassed enough knowledge and technology to acquire a basketball win.  What’s more, our goal is to acquire multiple basketball wins within a period of 60-70 days.  We are now fully operational.”  Though there were few eyewitnesses willing to come forward, grainy footage was released showing Mr. Walker, along with several prominent leaders of the “Bobcats”—a radical splinter group of the organization known as the “NBA”—that appeared to back up his claim.  Walker denied accusations that his organization had committed a hostile act by procuring this win, claiming, “We are merely taking the necessary steps for our organization’s future security.”  Asked by one reporter what the next step might be, Walker would only say that “all options are on the table.”

Actually, Kemba Walker’s real comments after the game were as follows: “Even though it’s only our fourth win, it’s just a win.” He also helpfully added: “A win is a win.”  Nevertheless, I was so dumbstruck by what had just happened that I needed read and re-read his quote as if it were from Basketball Prospectus.   The Bobcats won!  Here’s the other great thing: they actually played well.  There’s one huge caveat to this statement, which is that the Raptors shot an abysmal 2-for-16 from 3-point range; in other words, they pulled a “Tyrus Thomas.”  But nothing else about the Raptors’ play was abysmal; in fact I’d say it was pretty abysmal—average shooting percentage, turnovers, etc.  There had to have been an emotional letdown—let’s face it: the Lakers, the NY Lins, and the Spurs had just come to town, so following that up with Charlotte is like following Led Zeppelin up with Right Said Fred.  Oh yeah, Toronto also didn’t have Andrea Bargnani.  But hey, we didn’t play Gana Diop, so I’d call that even.  Yup, I think this was a legitimate win.  Hell, who cares; at this point the win could have been more illegitimate than Frances Quinn Hunter and I’d take it.

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Jeremy Lin! Lin-Sanity!

I don’t actually have anything to say about Jeremy Lin; I’m just trying to drive traffic to our website.[1]  In fact, as an NYC resident, I mostly can’t even watch Lin play, due to James Dolan’s dispute with Time Warner.[2]  I’ve written about this at length, and the bottom line is that Knicks games aren’t available to Time Warner customers.[3]  This is especially problematic because Time Warner is the only cable provider in town.[4]  There is no “good guy” in this dispute that fans can back, by the way—both entities are loathsome; it’s like trying to cheer for Alien vs. Predator.  So while the rest of the world has been enjoying Lin’s exploits, I’m stuck watching the Bobcats, who unfortunately are heavily sponsored by Time Warner and therefore can’t be in a dispute that knocks them off Time Warner.[5]

At least the Bobcats played their latest two opponents (the Sixers and the Timberwolves) close—well, closer.  In fact, I think we could have beaten the Timberwolves if we’d played them two weeks ago when Kevin Love was suspended…Well, maybe not, because two weeks ago we wouldn’t have had Corey Maggette or DJ Augustin in the lineup.  But if the Bobcats of last night had played the Timberwolves of two weeks ago, then I think we would have won…Well, maybe not, because I think we would also need Gerald Henderson, too, and he’s probably not going to be back for two more weeks.  So put it this way: if the Bobcats of two weeks into the future had played the Timberwolves of two weeks ago last night, I think the Bobcats would have won.  But only if the game was also at home.

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Cougars Down

The Bobcats played as the Carolina Cougars on Saturday night, and “Cougars” is a fitting name for this team, considering how many of their losses are over 30 and pathetic.  Their opponents were the Clippers (playing in LA Stars throwbacks that must have been created before the invention of fonts), and Blake Griffin and his tag-team partner DeAndre Jordan threw down more than a Real Housewife on Ladies Night.  Overall, it was a desperate, embarrassing experience that made me want to curl up with a jug of ice cream and watch Sex and the City reruns.

I can’t imagine what poor Dell Curry, legendary 3-point maker, is going through as he watches nights like this, in which the team went 1-for-14 from behind the arc and shot 35% overall.  It’s like forcing Steven Spielberg to watch and comment on the movie Cannibal Holocaust.  At one point, you could even sense Curry’s despair, as he began addressing players directly over the air.  “You can’t do that, Byron,” Curry pleaded with Byron Mullens after he clanged (“clanged” is actually too strong a word, as it implies that the ball actually hit the rim) a terrible jumper late in the third quarter.  “I know you want to score, you want to make some shots, but you’ve gotta move the ball,” he moaned insistently.  I could imagine his sidekick Steve Martin turning off his mike, grabbing a delirious Curry by the shoulders, and saying, “No, Dell, Byron can’t hear you, Byron can’t hear you!  It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.”

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Dark Passenger Blogcat

As I suffered through the Bobcats’ ill-fated invasion of the crumbling Boston Celtics empire on Wednesday, I was reminded of why I love the Showtime drama Dexter so much.  Dexter’s plot had an extremely shaky starting point (a story about an affable serial killer named Dexter) that has only grown increasingly ridiculous with each new season.  In this way it’s just like the Bobcats.  And just as I do with the Bobcats, I ignore all of Dexter’s flaws and will continue to be a fan no matter what comically implausible conclusion it eventually comes to.  But I could say that about lots of shows on TV.  Dexter’s great ability, at least for me, is that it gets me to not just like Dexter but to actually cheer for him.  And if there’s one thing I know I can count on with Dexter, it’s this: he always—always—wins.

This is obviously in sharp contrast to the Bobcats, and I’m convinced it’s what keeps me coming back for more.  It’s extremely enjoyable to root for someone or something that always wins.  Sure, Dexter’s definition of “winning” varies slightly from the standard sports definition of “winning.”  In sports, “winning” typically means “scoring more points than your opponent”; for Dexter it means “capturing a murderer, strapping him to a table in your ‘kill room,’ laconically itemizing his crimes so that he is fully aware of why he is there (and having 100% incontrovertible truth every time), slicing off part of his cheek so that you can store his blood as a trophy behind your air conditioner, stabbing him with a machete, mutilating his body parts, wrapping them in trash bags, dumping them into the Gulf of Mexico from the boat that you can inexplicably afford with your police lab technician salary, repeating this process at least once a week, and always avoiding suspicion from your police colleagues despite the fact that your mother was murdered by a serial killer, your sister was engaged to a serial killer (who turned out to be your brother, whom you then murdered), your wife was murdered by a serial killer, and the one cop who DID suspect you of murder died in a ‘mysterious’ explosion.”   Rooting for Dexter is like rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for US Steel.

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The 2011-12 Charlotte Bobcats: Not the 2011-12 Phoenix Suns!

Wow, I finally feel like I’ve found a team more hopeless than the Bobcats.  Though the Phoenix Suns prevailed on Saturday night, 95-89, the game was close until about midway through the 4th quarter.  Moreover, the Suns are an old team who could make up their own “What Ever Happened To?” trivia category (with the answers being Grant Hill, Michael Redd, Sebastian Telfair, Josh Childress, and Hakim Warrick).  And in a situation that eerily parallels Phoenix’s housing crisis, the Suns are saddled with terrible contracts and busted prospects.  They are also lorded over by Robert Sarver, a hated owner who overpaid for them in the first place and is compensating for it by running them on the cheap (Sarver’s actually managed the impressive feat of being hated more for his association with the Suns than with Western Alliance Bancorporation).  Add it all up (or maybe, “subtract it all up”), and I’m honestly happier to be a Charlotte fan, which is something I never thought I would say this season.

Not that this revelation made it any easier to sit through this game.  The AP recap focused on the 9-point spark provided by Robin Lopez in the 4th quarter, but to me the real difference-maker was a tactical decision by the Bobcats to constantly double-team Steve Nash and Telfair.  For some reason, coach Paul Silas was obsessed with doing this at every chance.  Clearly Silas gave these orders to Bismack Biyombo before letting him out of his cage, because Biyombo would be up on Nash/Telfair almost immediately after they crossed half-court, and doing so with the type of energy and passion that he usually reserves for committing personal fouls. This made absolutely no sense to me, because Nash and Telfair are among the few guards who are actually slow and small enough for Kemba Walker to cover.  And Nash, being Nash, was smart enough to recognize the double-team and dump the ball off to a now wide open Marcin Gortat or a now wide open Redd; it’s similar to what happens when defenses constantly blitz Tom Brady.  Thus, the only reason this game wasn’t more of a blowout was because Gortat went just 5-for-11 (way too many misses, considering all of his shots were in the paint), and the Suns missed 12 wide-open three’s.  Indeed, I’m surprised Redd waited so long after his injuries to sign with the Suns; technically he could have played his role while still on crutches; all he had to do was park in a corner and wait.

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Going Off The Rails

The Bobcats are two games into the worst road trip out west since The Shining.  And just as it did with Jack Torrance, dementia is starting to spread in and around the team.  Midway through the second quarter against the Lakers, with the Bobcats clinging to a semi-respectable 16-point deficit, color analyst Dell Curry speculated, “If the Bobcats can just keep Bryant, Bynum, and Gasol in check, and close out on the perimeter shooters, they could make this interesting.”  Whatever you say, Wardell!  It was a little like listening to Newt Gingrich describe his plans for colonizing the Moon.  Curry might as well have been encouraging a guy in a wheelchair to just jump a little higher.  Of course, the Bobcats did none of the above and lost by 33 in a game that should have been hauled off in a straitjacket.

Then in the following night’s contest, a 44-point castration at the hands of Portland, Coach Paul Silas issued this completely deranged analogy, spectacular in its inaptness: “If I had a full squad and we were losing this way, it would be awful.  But you take (LaMarcus) Aldridge and (Gerald) Wallace off their team and see what kind of team you’d have.”  Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began growling “Redrum” over and over.  First of all, I love how he considers the worst loss in team history to not be awful.  Second, Silas was presumably attempting to compare DJ Augustin and Corey Maggette to Aldridge and (Saint) Wallace, which is so funny by itself that I can’t even add anything, so instead I’ll just end this sentence by linking to one of my favorite t-shirts.

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Dumpster Grease Tire Fire Train Wreck Plane Crash

Like a recurring nightmare, the Bobcats and Wizards played again on Saturday night.  My first impression was astonishment at what a large, lively crowd was on hand in Charlotte.  Who were all of these self-flagellators, and is there a Guinness Book of World Records category for “Most Masochists in a Single Room”? At least they were semi-rewarded with Kemba Walker’s first triple-double, Boris Diaw’s biweekly check-in from the planet Neptune, and an outcome that was a clear improvement on the four prior games.  But it was still a loss, and one that makes the Bobcats officially the worst team in the league.

Besides the obvious culprits—three disastrous possessions in the last minute of play and 12 missed free throws—I want to draw your attention to a particularly vomitous sequence late in the second quarter.  The Wizards were up by 3 with Jan Vesely on the line.  Vesely misses the free throw, but the Wizards get the offensive board and score.  Then John Wall steals it from Diaw, leading to a Wizards dunk.  Then Tyrus Thomas attempts a pass to a lucky fan sitting courtside, and it’s Wizards ball and they score.   Then Diaw, as if annoyed at being shown up by Thomas, throws a pinpoint pass directly to Vesely—Jake Delhomme couldn’t have done it better himself.  The Wizards didn’t score on this one, because they managed a dreadful pass of their own that was stolen by Walker, who—wait for it—makes his own terrible pass back to Vesely.  But wait, Vesely gives it to Nick Young, who promptly passes it right out of bounds (I swear I’m not making this up).  Thomas then simply misses an 18-footer (which at this point actually counts as progress), leading to a Wall travel, leading finally to a…Walker turnover.  The two teams combined for 8 turnovers in 84 seconds, 4 in a row by the Bobcats.  What had been a 1-point Wizards lead was now a 9-point lead in less than two minutes.  What had been the Time Warner Cable Arena should now be called the Jonestown Arena.

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Extremely Bad and Incredibly Awful

All I can say is, thank god for the Raptors and Thunder.  After the Wizards started out the season 0-8, I checked to see when they were scheduled to play the Bobcats and circled it on the calendar—more like “skull-and-crossboned it.”  As most of us probably remember, the Bobcats popped the Nets’ losing streak cherry back in the 2009-10 season after New Jersey started out 0-18.  It’s not an embarrassment I was particularly interested in revisiting, especially when I have a group of co-workers who know I like the Bobcats, and who think of the NBA in general as a bunch of lazy thugs, who—when they are not brawling with fans—are busy choking their coaches.  I only hear from these guys when the Bobcats and/or the NBA does something stupid (thus I hear from them more often than I’d like), and I’d frankly rather have my prostate examined while renewing my driver’s license at the DMV.  Fortunately, the Wizards had already gotten their first win out of the way, so Wednesday night’s game was nothing more than an insignificant, humiliating meltdown.

What a relief, because those remaining Bobcats fans who hadn’t committed suicide by intermission might have noticed that Coach Paul Silas opted not to go with a center to start the second half.  Considering our backcourt consisted of Kemba Walker and Matt Carroll, this was a strategy that was just crazy enough to…fail spectacularly.  The lowlight had to have been Boris Diaw’s inexcusable failure to box out Rashard Lewis on Andray Blatche’s missed 32-foot hail-mary attempt to beat the shot clock.  I’m totally befuddled why Gana Diop didn’t play more than 11 minutes—I know he’s out of shape, but has anyone taken a look at Blatche lately?  Blatche keeps in game shape about as well as he solicits prostitutes, so I’m unclear why Silas decided to double-down on a tiny lineup.

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