the W's
oh Baron Davis, you difference-maker you.
The bad news is that as far as the NBA goes, Reno's team is the Sacto Kings. For all the other sports, our teams are the Bay Area teams -- both the A's and the Giants have local radio, Niner's jackets are everywhere, but for hoops, Sacto is 100 miles closer, and the Kings have been a heckuva lot better lately.
The good news is that there are 2-3 sports books with satellite dish within five blocks, so it's an easy thing to plan a late afternoon, early evening outing to the Silver Legacy or Harrah's to see the resurgent Warriors. Unlike a sports bar, there is no pressure to drink, really, the TV's are just there, usually with a shabby assortment of degenerate gamblers and street people staring at the tv's and occasionally muttering out loud. The only drag is that usually the sound is on something else, so I don't get to hear Jim Barnett and whatshisname.
This last month has been a wonderful basketball month for me. Louisville getting to the Final Four (three weeks of heaven), and now the W's pulling another of their headed-for-the-lottery, late-season teases. They are so much fun to watch right now! Everybody is playing so well. Dunleavy looks stronger and like he actually belongs in the league. The game is so much simpler for JRich. And those cute and lovable Euros! Pietrus is obviously happier and more clued in. Zarko has a lot of skills -- he pulled a Connie Hawkins swooping finger roll last week that had me whooping at the screen. But my new favorite guy is Biedrins. Just turned 19, he's like a big happy puppy bounding around out there.
Take Friday night's game -- Portland has a rough and tumble euro named Viktor Khryapa, and watching those two eastern bloc-ers (Latvia and Ukraine) beat the heck out of each other was a treat!
Even Rodney White seems different, like he's actually learned from his years of being a bonged-out selfish no-defense gunner in Denver.
The bad news is that as far as the NBA goes, Reno's team is the Sacto Kings. For all the other sports, our teams are the Bay Area teams -- both the A's and the Giants have local radio, Niner's jackets are everywhere, but for hoops, Sacto is 100 miles closer, and the Kings have been a heckuva lot better lately.
The good news is that there are 2-3 sports books with satellite dish within five blocks, so it's an easy thing to plan a late afternoon, early evening outing to the Silver Legacy or Harrah's to see the resurgent Warriors. Unlike a sports bar, there is no pressure to drink, really, the TV's are just there, usually with a shabby assortment of degenerate gamblers and street people staring at the tv's and occasionally muttering out loud. The only drag is that usually the sound is on something else, so I don't get to hear Jim Barnett and whatshisname.
This last month has been a wonderful basketball month for me. Louisville getting to the Final Four (three weeks of heaven), and now the W's pulling another of their headed-for-the-lottery, late-season teases. They are so much fun to watch right now! Everybody is playing so well. Dunleavy looks stronger and like he actually belongs in the league. The game is so much simpler for JRich. And those cute and lovable Euros! Pietrus is obviously happier and more clued in. Zarko has a lot of skills -- he pulled a Connie Hawkins swooping finger roll last week that had me whooping at the screen. But my new favorite guy is Biedrins. Just turned 19, he's like a big happy puppy bounding around out there.
Take Friday night's game -- Portland has a rough and tumble euro named Viktor Khryapa, and watching those two eastern bloc-ers (Latvia and Ukraine) beat the heck out of each other was a treat!
Even Rodney White seems different, like he's actually learned from his years of being a bonged-out selfish no-defense gunner in Denver.