In walked Beas
Mr. Beasley seems to be finding himself. He has been on a tear since he jammed home a game winning put back versus Orlando. Check his numbers against Wizards, Boston, Portland.
Mr. Beasley seems to be finding himself. He has been on a tear since he jammed home a game winning put back versus Orlando. Check his numbers against Wizards, Boston, Portland.

The crowd watching the hometown Bucks battle the Bulls had some serious group cheers working. Chanting opponents names, blowing on horns and clacking rattles, and raising as much noise as possible when the team is on D. Very cool.
Labels: Milwaukee Bucks, NBA

I am very surprised at the limited role Brad Miller has in Chicago attack this season. Despite the huge leap forward by Noah, the Bulls are getting crushed up front. Pushed around even. It is hard to believe that Brad Miller couldn't help Chicago in that area, at the very least. Right now he playing a sorry 22 minutes per game, and posting his lowest numbers since he broke into the League.
Miller is 33. He is also a likely trade target because of his expiring contract. On the other hand, the arrival of Miller and John Salmons salvaged a Vinnie Del Negro train wreck last season. Chicago fans: Help explain this mystery.
Labels: Brad Miller, Chicago Bulls, NBA
Moonball has been fun for a lot of reasons -- not just the fantasy game but this whole online trip. For a long time now we've had artwork on this site that features the moon over our little corner of the NBA. And now finally it's crossed over into reality.
The Minnesota Timberwolves have always encouraged fans to howl during free throws. But now, we get to howl at an ACTUAL orange moon that is projected over the court during player intros and throughout the game. (As the losses pile up, the howling continues and goes back and forth between an eerie, haunting sound, then to silence, then to crazed laughter sometimes. We do it all.)
As reality sours and we wait for it to turn to fine French cheese, I find myself more excited about the fantasy, and watching players from all teams succeed. It was great last night to watch Luis Scola work his magic underneath the hoop. And we look forward to getting Kevin Love back from injury, to watch some of the same strengths displayed in home white. Because, outside of a few bright spots, it's hard to cheer for what this team really stands for right now:

Having watched Atlanta beat Portland twice and Boston once, I am sold they are now a force to contend with in the East. Al Horford and the newly focused Josh Smith are dominating opposing front lines. Zaza is even pitchin' in. Crawford and Joe Smith are perfect fits. Its Joe Johnson time.
Total changing of a guard at hand: Duncan is old. So is KG, Ray and Paul. Shaq's been old for awhile now. Iverson is toast. Age may just be catching up with the Kobster. The sun is setting on one of the NBA's most talented and controversial generations.
Greg Oden appears to have taken a huge leap forward. He had almost zero court sense last season. As a fan, I was shell shocked. And sorta pissed. But I have been very impressed with his growth. He is still rough offensively, but when he is on the court, good things happen for Portland.
Labels: Atlanta Hawks, Greg Oden, growing old, NBA