“The young hero, albeit wounded and with unsteady hands, was still fighting his war against those long-limbed monsters. Somehow, even if his party had been outsmarted many a few times (and even outmanned when the other young guy with the funny accent simply refused to attack the enemy), there was still a chance to bring down those black clad monstrosities and to climb further up the Mountain of Standings, very far from the dreaded Pit of Tank.
“Help me! I need magical assistance here!” shouted the valiant son of Rowan, faced by two foes.
Soon at his side came the Mook, a rugged fighter known around the continent for his problems with authority and for that time where he convinced King Pop to send away one of his mercenary in hope of getting the Mook’s service.
“I’m here”, shouted the Mook, throwing daggers that had no business piercing the enemy’s armors while blocking somehow the path for the young hero.
“But I needed magical assistance!”, said the Chosen One, the boy who should have led Pennstationland peolple out of the Lottery Marsh.
“Well, tough luck, kiddo”, grunted the Mook.
“May I have at least some clerical aid? My health looks a bit low”, uttered with a slight hint of doubt in his voice the young hero. Maybe his quest was already doomed?
“At your service, my lord!” said Portio, a warrior who had seen his share of battles, who was apt at punching everyone, friend or foe, and had those strange eyes that a bard’s tale attributed to a failed attempt at a spell by his former mentor, a blond haired middle aged guy, Frederic of Hoiberg.
“Damn, I said a cleric! A cleric! Are you deaf?” shouted the hero, already verging on losing all hope. His party was odd and sometimes his companions didn’t mesh that well together, but usually he had been able to coax something out of those spare parts. A well placed magic missile here, a fireball there, a sneak attack from time to time.
“Help! I’m cornered! Where’s our rogue?” asked again the hero, seeing the enemy advance without any sort of effort.
“Was it my name you called for?” questioned while stepping into the fray Rando, a powerful if forgetful barbarian from the far West. Certainly very used to deal a lot of damage, he had the tendency to fumble his weapons onto the ground too often for the hero’s liking, but his overall impact to the battle couldn’t be denied. Alas, though, no rogue he was.
“For Clydo’s sake! Is there anybody here who’s not a warrior with the same skillset who could help me fight those monsters before I valorously but uselessly die alone?”
“Hiya! It’s me, Korporal Knox!” yelled running haphazardly into the enemy lines the half-giant, half-kobold long-distance archer. Even he, though, wouldn’t have been able to provide the services the young hero asked for.
The son of Rowan side-eyed everyone and, with his morningstar in the right hand and his shield firmly attached to his left arm, charged ahead, recklessly throwing himself into a very likely death sentence.”
“But grandpa! Why wouldn’t you keep on reading this story? I need to know what happened to the son of Rowan.”
“Not now, little guy. We have a lot of time left to read together what happens next in Dolan’s Razor. I’ll see you tomorrow. And don’t lose faith. A young hero always finds a way to defeat even the most stacked odds.”
Inside the pages, the son of Rowan was simulteaneously dead and not dead.
On the court, on the other hand, folks still told the tale of the time he really played with four power forward all at once.
– Julius Randle (16 pts, 10 rebs, 7 ast, -16 +/-) at last delivered a passable performance – and the fifth straight double double to begin the season. It was hard to find someone who played “good” today. Mitch could have fit the bill if only he would have been on the court for more than 25 minutes. So I’m stuck with Julius and I don’t even find many reasons to praise his game. Yeah, he shot better than 50%. Yeah, he had “only” 3 turnovers. Yeah, he recorded 7 assists. It just sounds so empty. It’s like the ugliness of this game corroded even the good parts. It’s also the fact that the starting unit was the one who had the game slipping away at the beginning of the third and then again at the end. Randle’s a good player but you need to build the right lineup around him. If you keep deploying lineups and plays where he’s supposed to create from the dribble, you’re exposing him to certain failure. His turnovers were of the same variety: dribble dribble dribble spin lose the handle ball caroms on the leg/on someone else. This has to stop.
– Wayne Ellington (2 pts, 2 rebs, 12.5% FG, -17 +/-) had probably the most impalpable bad game ever. He stank the joint shooting very poorly and doing nothing else, but at the same time you came away from the game never thinking he had been egregious. And egregious he wasn’t, maybe, only useless in a bad way – or he just played with the wrong lineup, seeing as the other nominal shooting guard for the night, Damyean Dotson, ended with a +10 +/- while posting a very similar line (2, 2, 2, 66% FT). You were bad, Wayne, but you get a pass this time.
Mini fun-sized bits:
– It’s criminal that Mitch saw only 19 minutes of playing time having committed only 1 foul. He has a long way to attain some level of discipline, but without him things look way less crisp. 12 points, 5 boards, 3 blocks for him.
– Bobby Portis with 12 points and 10 rebounds in 29 minutes of playing time. Numbers aren’t bad, but how dumb must you be to play Portis 10 minutes more than Mitch? I’m running out of words to describe Fiz’s cluelessness.
– Frank Ntilikina had 7, 4 and 4. He also sank his first triple of the season. It was a half court heave than went in perfectly. Every other attempt from the distance clanked on the rim. He’s a living paradox. Still, not such a bad outing from Frank. Let’s hope he grows some confidence.
– RJ Barrett had his first bad game of his official career (9 pts, 2 rebs, 2 ast, 4/11 FG, 1/4 FT), but if this is one of his bag games, I’ll take it. Still not suited at all to be a primary ballhandler.
– Marcus Morris had 4 blocks (?), a career high, but was terrible everywhere. I can’t stand him at all. I hope he gets jettisoned as soon as possible.
– Kevin Knox, on the other hand, is terrible when asked to create something by himself, but looks like the part of a really good shooter. It’s 5 games in, the sample size is super small, but you wouldn’t be able to convince me this one is Kevin Knox Mark II, he’s just so much better (while still not a net positive).
Sorry for the brevity, work is rapidly approaching but I found a way to write a bit. Hope it’s enough!
Post scriptum: I won’t be able to recap friday’s game since I’ll be in Siena for a short holiday with Lady Farfa. See you on Monday with the Kings game recap!
Keep care and be well :)