I’m Not Weeping Because You Won’t Be Here to Hold My Hand



Just when you think your fortunes might be turning around, Bucks fans, your dreams of playoff berths and marshmallow pies get shat on: Michael Redd will be out for the remainder of the season with a torn ACL and a torn MCL.  Yikes.  It certainly doesn’t bode well for 8th place Milwaukee, who protects just a half game lead from the Nets.

This season, I thought the Bucks would be the Bucks.  But they haven’t been; Scott Skiles has been half-head coach, half-witch doctor, turning the worst team in defensive efficiency a season ago into 13th in the league today.  Considering the team’s primary roster move was losing Mo Williams, that’s a pretty good turnout.  But while the Bucks have also been middle of the pack on the offensive end, that’s been in spite of the 14 games Redd missed earlier this season with injury, not because of it.  They managed to scrape together some nice wins without the Man With a Hitch in His Shot, but to expect the team to do the same for the remainder of the season without the light at the end of the tunnel (read: an eventual Redd return) might be asking too much.  New Jersey seems awfully hungry, and and both New York and Charlotte remain within striking distance.  Redd’s presence on the offensive end for the Bucks is a calming one, facilitating the flow of the sets, spacing the floor, and keeping Charlie V’s head from exploding when staring eye-to-eye with the endlessness of his own offensive potential.  He puts Jefferson in the role he’s supposed to be in, makes Ridnour’s job easier, and obviously opens up a lot of things for the Bucks’ attack.

But woe is Milwaukee, and Redd is gone.  Who picks up the scoring load?  Well no one can, in totality.  But a bigger role for Sessions couldn’t hurt, and if Villanueva can maintain some sort of consistent offensive output that would be glorious.  I’m not hopeful.  Things are going to be rough.  But I’m not crying.

And if I am crying, it’s not because of you, Michael Redd.  It’s because I’m thinking of a friend of mine who is dying, that’s right, dying.

Seth Carstens