"Wale - Wizards Creative Liason"

Times are I can’t remember whether it used to be Nene Hilario or Hilario Nene.

For those who prefer the bangaround, you’ve-got-four-fouls-left-to-give brand of basketball, Wizards-Bucks was your make and model, with a pine-scented air freshener jangling on the rearview. 

It was rarely pretty. Paul Pierce received a clear path, a tech, and then another tech off of one play. I talked to a war veteran once before a terrifying midterm, asked him if he was nervous. His response? “Dude I was in Fallujah. Men in tweed don’t scare me any more.” I’m pretty sure getting stabbed a dozen times similarly changes the way you think about referees. 

Randy Wittman shows some tough love:

Pierce’s ejection was a blessing in disguise. Otto Porter, steampunk scoring engineer, had all valves humming appropriately. Jerryd “He Went to Jerryd” Bayless, after getting blocked a near-comical number of times, proceed to deliver shooting justice from the perimeter, and really would’ve closed the gap in the late game if not for the Otto Porter explosion. Fans chanted the name, appropriately. 

Marcin Gortat continues to embarrass inferior talent in the paint. Looking forward to having a better idea what that means against the higher-tier teams. 

Go forth and be happy, Wizards fans. You’re fine without Beal for now.

Stray note:
What are you doing here, Wale? No one likes you.