Fire Sam Mitchell.

Courtesy reader Rhys Z:

“I’m preparing for the pregames of the playoffs like this, depending on the opponent.

Orlando - few drinks / well behaved, all things considered
Cleveland - copious amounts of alcohol / poorly behaved
Detroit - might not make it past the first half / atrocious behaviour
Boston - might not make it into the stadium / possible jail time”

At first glance, you could guess this was another 4 year old’s high priced abstract art canvas.

(Tangent: a great indie documentary recommendation but more on this later).

Zoom back out and it’s Andrea Bargnani’s monochrome season in a colourful nutshell of a graph. Read the rest of this entry »

If the Raptors’ coaches were to prescribe Zen-inspired 3-word mantras for each player…this is what one would hope transpired.

(and I think I might’ve been a tad generous here…)

Making a hash of a 17 point lead against a non-playoff team isn’t even worthy of an analytical breakdown.

Instead, here are three Googled “Sam Mitchells” who, if given the chance and maybe one viewing of Hoosiers, would outcoach the Raptors’ idiot savant:

It’s going to be tough for the Pistons to get up for this game. Their overtime win against the Sun’s took battlefield grit, scraped elbows and primal screams to outmuscle Shaq, Amare and their spindly general, Nash.

Tonight, they’ve got to contend with the Raptor’s inside presence, with the combined tenacity of a slightly upset kitten. Rumour has it, they’re considering giving this squad some playing time:

I came across this picture the other day and for the sake of balance in this world, I thought I’d create a (de)motivational poster.

(Has there ever been a more malignant trio assembled in history? And I’m not just talking about the Raptors, or even basketball, for that matter.)