Wizards trade for Anthony Davis
Did a lot of driving on Wednesday. Highway stuff, lots of space, few interactions with nearing cars, instrumental music. Had a lot of time to think about important things, wasted it thinking about basketball.
Like, the Wizards. The hell is this.
Mavericks. What the heck was that.
Emptied the tank of gas to come to that conclusion. Some seek the silence of the endless gray ribbon to make sense of their country, countrymen. I use it to figure out the Wizards, Mavs.
They're both shuffling papers, keeping jobs. Once a year the Wizards trot the Athletic or ESPN around the Wizards offices to triumph whatever monitoring system the franchise furnished, a multimillion scouting setup installed to inform Washington brass of the the same thing you and I could tell them without wasting all that money on infrastructure: Bub Carrington shouldn't shoot the ball with his shoulders tilting in different directions.
What's the computer word for that? Incompatible. Tell the flacks that Bub Carrington has incompatible shoulders.
Every year I gotta read those Wizards features and blame the last regime for re-signing Bradley Beal when everyone told them not to, excuse them for the shyte lottery luck, admire all the stupid second-round picks, engage with the (re!) transformation.
Then the first NBA game of the night is a Wizards game, they're down a dozen after eight minutes and I gotta be patient – infrastructure – while noticing that many Washington fans in the lower bowl are patient enough not to attend in the first place.
