Gettin' kitten with the Indiana Pacers
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
PREVIOUSLY: ATLANTIC, SOUTHEAST, PACIFIC, SOUTHWEST, NORTHWEST. MILWAUKEE BUCKS Last season: 48-34, lost to Pacers again in playoffs, lost Damian Lillard to Achilles tear. Offseason: Milwaukee shocks NBA and waives Dame, hires Myles Turner but also, out of grave necessity, employs Cole Anthony. C: Myles Turner – block machine who spreads the