

Yuck. After Wednesday night, I can honestly say that the only thing worse than the lockout has been the actual season. The Bobcats were flayed by the Pistons—mostly due to Greg Monroe, who had a trillion rebounds, 750 billion of which were offensive. Games against teams like Detroit are probably the most wretched of all, because I don’t think there’s a big talent gap between them and us. After two games, though, they’ve beaten us by a combined 32 points. Moreover, from top-to-bottom they’ve shown far more skill and energy (even Charlie Villanueva’s 5-year/$35M contract outperforms Tyrus Thomas’s 5-year/$40M deal).
But the centerpiece has been Monroe. I really love watching Monroe play. In fact, he’s #3 on my All-Monroe list, ahead of Marilyn and behind only our 5th President (who’s underrated, by the way—how many Presidents have an era associated with them that’s known as the “Era of Good Feelings”? Anyone think this current era is going to be called anything close to that?), and Monroe from Too Close For Comfort, who pioneered the way for wacky, quasi-gay sit-com neighbors. But still, there’s no excuse for what happened on Wednesday, in which Monroe’s 8 offensive rebounds (part of 18 total for Detroit) gave the Pistons more second chances than Chris Brown. The Bobcats tried to hide behind the excuse that Bismack Biyombo’s injury took away their interior presence, but that conveniently ignores the fact that Monroe already had 4 boards in the 9 minutes that Biyombo did play.





