Welcome to the graveyard.
Nice quote by Kyle Korver after Derrick Rose went down: "God does his best work in life's graveyards."
I guess my response would be: "If you find yourself in a graveyard, stop digging."
I have no idea what that means but it sounds pretty cool. For the Bulls, I'm afraid the title hopes are done. But the season is far from over.
Stay with me. The old Bulls only became great by having to overcome the Pistons—as a team. These Bulls will have to learn to be great without Rose—pure and simple.
Good news: They can. Bad news: They probably won't.
Not this year. But still, they can take the Sixers in a series. And they can win the next round—but that's it. Then you're in the stratosphere of NBA talent, and we won't have it.
And that blows. The Bag had (wrongly) convinced himself this team had a title in it—this year. So I'm doing what all Americans do—I'm passing blame. To the league, to the coaches, to the media—because I can. To the fans—for putting so much pressure on Derrick. To Derrick—for wanting to do too much.
Rant over, season over. Thank god it's football season. Phil Emery's first draft—poker face! I like it. Shea McClellin—feels like a Bear? Does that count? I don't care. He's either Brian Urlacher or Dan Bazuin. I'm betting/praying the former. Also, the second-rounder, Alshon Jeffery? Another big wide receiver. What is this, the NFL?
Of course, there were no offensive linemen chosen. We'll have to make do. We're used to it!
There is one thing that's better: We're choosing the players for their ceiling, not their floor. I'm no carpenter but this sounds good to me. If it works we have studs. This is still Chicago, right?
Back to the graveyard.