Anybody seen any good movies lately? Me, neither. I've been watching Alias for the first time on Netflix. Season 1 was pretty dated, but that JJ Abrams sure knows how to play the long game while keeping the short game entertaining.
Hey! Speaking of segues, I think it has been aptly pointed out on this site that Niel Olshey has assembled both an exciting immediate roster and an exciting future roster. With this in mind, the amount of money coming off the books going into 2015 (Storyteller Contracts has this number listed as "a donkeyload"), and the early-2000's techno-fueled geek spy plotline running through my veins, I've decided to give my prophecies for the 2013-2014 season:
October, 2013: This team looks good. Lillard is better than ever, Batum puts up a near-triple-double, and Lopez is a fast fan favorite after our beating (a team we couldn't beat last year). McCollum has scored some points, and Robinson has grabbed some rebounds. They aren't great otherwise, but we're drooling over them. We keep talking about a deep playoff run on this site, and MadBlaze and KingWes are getting the typing exercise of their life telling us - one by one - to settle the heck down already.
December, 2013: Batum posts a triple-double, and is in early All Star talks along with Aldridge, who is having the best rebounding and defensive season of his career. Lillard posts a 40-pointer, and we love the consistency and improved efficiency. McCollum registers his first start against a lesser opponent, and looks pretty good (despite too many turnovers).
February, 2014: LMA and Wes are both gone, leaving us with cap space, draft picks, and a very young team (except that expensive rent-a-vet that we picked up). Some of us freak out. Most of us understand.
April, 2014: Despite some terrific games from Lillard, the lack of experience from his supporting cast overshadows their many moments of promise. We miss the playoffs again, and the Bobcats get another thumb in the eye when...
June, 2014: ...we retain the #12 pick in the 2014 draft, unto (opponents') utter desolation.