As part of an ongoing initiative to push the picture of Kathy Bates in a hot tub off the first page, the HarpringSucks Crew has decided to post our first liveblog of the year. At least, as long as Bordy gets done with his kid's birthday party quickly enough. Let's hope he avoided the Dora Chinese Fun Time Pack.
For those of you not in the know, liveblogs provide the HS writers with an opportunity to analyze games as they happen, comment on NBA storylines, type the word "boobs," act like we have actual content on this site, and give the Pearl/Sig a chance to James Joyce his way to associations between "Shane Battier" and "hot dog juice." Keep in mind, the quality of the liveblog is always dependent upon the game (thus the reason I always take the first quarter), so if it isn't funny, the game sucks. Or SJF is the current liveblogger.
The HarpringSucks Game of the Night, of course, is between the Utah Jazz and the Golden State Warriors. The first game between the two gave the Utah Jazz fan hope, suggesting the future of the team might consist of entertaining lineups, an active AK, actual quality playing time for Ronnie Brewer, and little in the way of Matt Harpring.
Of course, then came the second game. Sloan, the passion of the game ignited deep in his withered loins, realized he would need to compete with a much better Houston team. Off the bench came Jason Hart, stalwart warrior. Paul Millsap, out of the game with 3 fouls, was replaced ably by Jarron Collins. Deron Williams and Carlos Boozer, Captain Auras glowing, shot the ball and afterwards waited for the ball to return so they could shoot it again. And Andrei Kirilenko, five shots and minimum contribution stinging, sobbed into a fold of Okur's chins as the team lost an always competitive game. If only there had been some way of stopping T-Mac from driving through an open lane. If only.
So, here we are at the third game of the season. This could be the team's opportunity to show the failure at Houston was a fluke, this is a new team and new concept, things will be different, a Pure Harping Adrenaline Rush.
My guess is probably not.
Water Moccasins.
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