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Yeah, didn’t think there’d be that many of you.
After all, who would have seen Laprovittola play for Flemenco in Brazil or Campazzo play for Murcia in Spain.
But those are good teams in good leagues and those guys are good players and I don’t know if some of the young Canadians might have taken them too light, but it’d be folly if they did, as Brady Heslip pointed out after the game, speaking primarily of Laprovittola.
Lots of them are.
The last two were pretty deadly: Luis Scola got one with about three minutes to go that turned into a Andres Nocioni three-pointer and a 10-point Argentina lead. And Scola was at it again in the final 20 seconds when he tracked down another miss, Nocioni converted again and a six-point game became eight at it was over.
He’s smart. And he knows it
Luis Scola, like just about every 35-year-old who’s played in more Olympics and World Championships and FIBA Americas than he’d probably care to remember, knows all the tricks of the trade. He’s sneaky and rough and he’s been around long enough to know what he can get away with then, as he pointed out after the game.
“When you play in a lot of these tournaments you kind of take a little bit of advantage. You know what’s going to happen, you know how the refs are going to call, you know the other team. Like for me, I was playing against NBA guys and that was a good thing for me because I’m used to it. For those guys, they are playing Argentina, Brazil, Spain and they’re playing different basketball. So it takes a little time, it takes a couple games and I’ve played a couple of those.”
And we’ll say this one more time and hope it sinks it: That’s the kind of experience this group of Canadians is going to need for it to realize its true potential. Maybe not to the wise old extent of Scola but something approximating it and it’s why I still say 2019 and 2020 are this group’s true arrival dates.
Strangest thing I saw yesterday?
I’ve basically refused to acknowledge its existence over the years (I keep some hidden at home only for Baseball Steve’s visits) and I’m wondering if I can go the next week and a half without having one in the tiny hospitality area off the work room at the arena.
Wish me luck.
Need mail, folks.
No clue what day I’ll do it – likely sometime Sunday since Saturday’s our off-day and I may try my hand at sightseeing – but there’s gonna be some down time with 6 p.m. games the next couple of days and I can probably get ahead of the game with your help.
It’s email@example.com like it always is.
So how are we all liking real September baseball?
Not bad, eh?
Gonna be a helluva month, I suspect.
Not when it’s raining, of course, but just when there’s a little bit of a nip in the air, those perfect fall nights where it’s sweater time? I wish they’d leave the roof open because that’s fall baseball.
The other thing I’m sort of looking forward to? The daily angst over every managerial move, the dissection of each decision, the chatter about so many at-bats and the second guessing that makes the game so wonderful.
There aren’t too many who’ve lived through a pennant race in Toronto – there wasn’t this sense of anticipation in ’92 and ’93 because they were supposed to win and I most remember people dreading that they wouldn’t as much as being excited that they would.
These are going to be interesting times, indeed.