You don’t know when it will come back. Its remission is such a draining experience in and of itself. You honestly try not to think about it. And just when you think you’re rid of it, it hits you.
I was stuck in traffic when it hit me. Stopped behind some moron who wants to turn left during rush hour with no turn lane. Slumped against the window of my car, unable to move as SUV after SUV passes me, my mind began to wander. And there it was.
“You know? I wonder how Al Thornton’s going to do this year? I mean, I know he’s a black hole that took a step back, but he’s a freaking great shooter. I miss his shot. And with Griffin and Davis possibly giving a crap…wait a second. Am I looking forward to watching Al Thornton and the Clippers again? … It’s back.”
And so it is.
And since then, every marginal player and obscure wrinkle of the game has been on my mind.
“Kevin Martin and Tyrke Evans may go to the line so many times their games last six hours.”
“Flynn, Sessions, Brewer, Love, Jefferson? I’d watch that team.”
“The Pistons are pretty much last year’s Bucks when healthy with better uniforms.”
“You know who doesn’t get enough play? Jamario Moon. That guy has ups and that motor thing, whatever that is.”
“Man, Okafor’s going to somehow have a higher rebound percentage this year. He’s going to rebound the sun.”
And so it is that the doldrums have summer have passed and I am ready for the season to start, even though we still have a month and a half to go. That’s nothing. We have loaded teams and new rookies and Kobe vs. LeBron, which we all love even though we all talk about how tired we are of it. We have Nash still running around making insane passes. We have Durantula growing bigger and better (do not underestimate Harden). We have Shawn Marion who can do about ten things pretty well and Dirk Nowitzki who can do about three things insanely well, and Tim Thomas, who… yeah.
The point is that it is time for the 09-10 season. LeBron’s contract year. Kobe’s race for one for the thumb. Shaq trying to make one more run at relevance. The Eastern Big 3. The Spurs reloaded. The Birdman uncapped.
Sweet Jesus, am I ready.