Let’s go down the list….Heath, Jack, Mark Hamill, Cesar Romero (hell yeah, that’s why they have the Internet…never forget the ones who blazed the trail…but I digress) Michael Emerson….who?…that’s right, all Jokers, and there’s more, but you get the point. And now as we watch the NBA Playoffs, for those who may have been casual from October to April, or those who don’t scour the highlights like they used to (guilty as charged, your honor), we have discovered another Joker. No makeup, but he’s 7-foot, he shoots, he rebounds…and yes, he passes. Oh my, can he pass.
Nikola Jokic. a.k.a, The Joker. Who has been good for quite some time, but that’s the thing about the playoffs. Back in the day, a certain coach that I had the pleasure of working with was getting brutalized in the press for lack of creativity in late game situations. And his complaint to me was, “But we have been doing that all year.” The difference? Not everyone was paying attention over the course of 82 battles. But the playoffs? Oh yeah, they all watch! May want to wear darker clothes if you don’t want to get exposed!
Which brings us to the Rocky Mountain Joker. Playing in Denver, not on national TV much, and unless you get League Pass (that ship has passed, so to speak), you don’t get to do the deep dive. Until the past two weeks. Where in a league that celebrates the unmanned three-point drones from downtown like youngsters touring Hershey Park, never forget the pass. The beauty of the teamwork, the basketball ballet, the essence of the team game. And The Joker has the vision and dexterity of a player who learned the game as a guard and then one day said….”Mama…why don’t my pants fit anymore?”
Walton was superb from the post. As was Sabonis, even though we didn’t get to see the real Sabonis. Bird, Barry exceptional as forwards. Guards abound, too numerous to categorize. How about The Pistol (can you imagine him in the world of social media), Ernie D, Magic, White Chocolate, never forget Cousy and countless others. And when you watch The Joker, it’s not the trey, or the rebound, or the shotmaking. It’s the pass that sets him apart. What a joy, what a talent, what a player.
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Is Durant angry all the time or just focused? But really, who cares. He is the difference.
I’m watching NHL playoff games between teams I know nothing about…because the crowds are insane and you can’t look away. And if you get Doc Emrick….it’s like that second chocolate chip cookie.
If I was Daniel Jones…I’d just listen to George Harrison on a loop…Give (me) Peace a Chance.
In regards to the radio ratings back and forth…where the perennial championship belt holder was back in the day…to where he is at present, is to me more of the story…in the financial world they call that slippage.
‘The Irishman’. Pacino, DeNiro, Pesci, Romano, Maniscalco. Coming soon. Don’t say I didn’t give you notice.
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