Stephen Curry pretty much nailed it. No surprise there, right? Saint Steph ALWAYS nails it.
And so it was, again, just before midnight Wednesday, a day that will surely go down in sports infamy. Saint Steph took to social media and punctuated the unprecedented, blink-and-you-missed-something-huge proceedings.
It had been a while since I’d written for The Game’s website, which Karl has transformed from a strictly promotional vehicle, which is what most radio stations have as a web presence, into a portal of proprietary content that merits bookmarking.
Ray, no doubt, likely will roll his eyes upon reading the previous paragraph and say or think, in his inimitable, soaked with sarcasm style, “You do realize that YOU are now a promotional vehicle, right?”
Well, yes and no. Yes, in that I’m certainly going to sing our station’s praises when appropriate. No, in that I’ve essentially been given carte blanche to write — again, pardon my French — whatever the f*** I want.
That type of freedom is the Golden Ticket for a writer. And for a sportswriter it’s editorial bliss; in normal times, with the entire sports world from which to select a weekly topic, it’s heaven.
In the wake of Wednesday, “normal” no longer applies to anything.
Rudy Gobert tested positive for the virus.
Rudy Gobert is French. Perfect.
Thursday dawned with the news that one of Gobert’s teammates, Donovan Mitchell, has tested positive as well. The reporters who were at Gobert’s now-infamous presser are being tested, too.
So much for my grand plans to bust out a hilarious version of “Good For Ball/Bad For Ball” for my comeback column.
Karl agreed. “This isn’t Bad for Ball,” he said.
“This is Worst for Ball.”