Behind the Boxscore, LeBron and those Jazz, Game 3s next
LeBron James will be revaluated in a week by his Lakers, determining when his sciatic nerve problems will allow him to play NBA basketball in 2025-26, his 23rd pro season. Not counting his semi-pro senior year of high school, 2002-03, when James was paid with a resoundingly cool Wes Unseld
Fall has flung, it is autumn. Beautiful out there, too bad the leaves aren't here to see it. The NBA is two weeks into its season. Most NBA teams already worked seven, eight games. They have, in spite of the slim term, gotten much out of the way.
The idea that baseball is a cruel, unsupportive sport doesn't need re-recognition. That notion has been around for as long as sportswriters could count to three, doing our best to ape dear, old, Tennyson on our way toward detailing how some hirsute rounder struck out on three swings.
The problem with the first week of an 82-game NBA season is that everybody is right, still. Everyone is correct. Every misstep is a merely blip, never a sign, rather a one-off to be attributed to luck or novelty. Every small fissure drips with an easy, in-house, fix. Everyone is