Um, so I kinda didn't do an NBA preview (although today's Saint Andrew's Net is an all-basketball affair worth your perusal). You'll forgive me for not ringing a triangle and announcing to the entire ranch the arrival of the NBA season. Don't get me wrong: it's nice to have hoops back, but it's a long trudge through the winter months until teams kick it into high gear and the games feel like they matter. So I welcome back the NBA not with a loving grope, but with a polite pat on the ass. Here are last night's scores:
Rockets 95, Lakers 93
Kobe gets announced to the home crowd; home crowd boos. Kobe drops 45; home crowd cheers. But Shane Battier's 3-pointer with 2.5 seconds left lifted the Rockets to a win in Rick Adelman's debut for Houston.
Jazz 117, Warriors 96
Eh, just roll the tape from last year's conference semis. Boozer dominates, Deron Williams slashes and dishes, and AK-47 plays some inspired, tear-free minutes. White people cheer, go to Thailand to spread Christianity.
Spurs 106, Blazers 97
This game was interesting right up until the point Greg Oden had knee surgery a month ago. Tim Duncan went for 24/13 and a contract extension, while Tony Longoria had 19 and a pedicure. In related news, I fucking hate the Spurs. And San Antonio ain't no pleasure palace neither. That fantastic River Walk you always hear about? It's a sewer.