You know, the Thunder host the Golden State Warriors tonight and I’m honestly not stoked all that much. I hope the OKC fans don’t evoke the Cupcake chant and have come to terms with things so to speak.
The reality of the Thunder is they’re just not that good. Consider this, this is a team which lost Andre Roberson for the season and yet somehow became an even worse team shooting free throws than they were last year.
Consider the enormity of the above paragraph and you have this Thunder season in a proverbial nutshell.
It might have been iconic OCU coach Abe Lemons who once uttered this basketball proverb, but regardless of the source, it is a golden platitude of post season basketball at any level.
It states: “Teams which can’t make free throws are like dogs who play in the street–neither last very long.”
So as we near the sentencing segment of the this Thunder basketball season those Abe Lemons words I will hold close to my basketball heart knowing this group of Thunder out patients aren’t long for this basketball world being they’re the 29th worst team in the NBA in making free throws.
I’m not even at this point interested in which seed the Thunder fall in as in I don’t think it matters because the Thunder are their own toughest team on the schedule every night.
Seriously, if you divided the Thunder into two teams and they played each other do you really think either team would be able to win four games in two weeks?
Hell, Barry Tramel would be inside Chesapeake waiting until August for that to happen.
Way back early in the season I compared this team to Little Miss Sunshine, but thinking at some point they would grow beyond their dysfunction and that Billy Donovan would earn his $6 million and somewhat display the presence of a coach in a charge.
I was wrong. None of that happened.
These people have worn me out even almost as much as the Trump people except for the fact Thunder fans can’t affect the U.S. Treasury or start wars.
Anyway, Golden State at OKC tonight, but Toronto is at Cleveland as well at the same time.
Know what I mean?
By pure accident, I once ran into Abe Lemons in his front yard of all places, with him wearing his white bath robe trying to fix the tiny hose on his windshield wipers which squirts out water. He asked me to help him fix the hose and I did. One hour later–I had experienced the funniest conversation of my lifetime with another human being.