I’ll say this about the latest two Bobcats games: as bloodcurdling as they were to witness, they provided us all with perfect clarity. I had been holding out a shred of hope that the team could somehow avoid the worst record of all time, and now I no longer do. If we can’t beat the Wizards at home (with no Nene) or the Cavaliers on the road (where they had just dropped two games by 35 and were without Kyrie Irving), then the Bobcats really are the NBA’s Death Star, and we are headed straight for it; we’re in its tractor beam, and there’s no escape. I liken these past two games to the scene in Independence Day in which they talk to the aliens for the first time. After most of civilization has been destroyed, President Bill Pullman nonetheless tries to negotiate with the creatures. “Can there be a peace between us?” he asks. “No peace,” is the answer. “What do you expect us to do?” he follows up. “Die,” is the response. Yep, that’s about where are with the Bobcats, and in a weird way, I’m thankful for the team for driving that point home.
Really, to think anything positive about this team is purely delusional. Not after the Bobcats welcomed back Cartier Martin to the NBA by watching him go for 19-and-6. The man was more open from downtown than a peep show at midnight, going 4-of-8 from distance. Meanwhile, Jordan Crawford, with his strange, hunched gait, nevertheless poured in 20 points on 7-for-12 shooting. And even if the guys on the floor haven’t quit, management sure has. I imagine an Airplane-like discussion must have taken place prior to the Wizards game regarding the decision to have Corey Maggette start on the bench:
- Paul Silas: “Shouldn’t we start our best player and most consistent scorer?”
- Stephen Silas: “No, that’s just what they’d be expecting us to do.”