CaucasionSensation
11-22-1999, 10:11 AM
My freinds Y2K is rapidly descending upon us, and the Rockets are about as Y2K ready as Russia. Yes we are having a meltdown. A painful lesson in the overlapping of styles, the aging of legends, the realization of the difficulty of shooting, sophmore slumps, and ultimately how truly difficult it is to create a champion.
Unlike the witty Dr. Robert and his followers of transcendant thinkers. My base animalistic elements are screaming to me right now. They are saying, "send Mack, Drew, whoever, whoever. Screw this present line-up give me a new one." Bring me Rider and hopefully Coles. But this we all know is Russian Roulette.
Trigger happiness for me is at an all time high. Thoughts of Sugar plums and fairies this holiday season no longer dance through my head. Besides I'm 18 and know better than that. In their place however I see Eastbay funk dunks (What Rider won the dunk contest with, between the legs), and windmills, and terror upon the court as Francis and Rider strike hearts into the fear of men everywhere.
We'll just sell out hearts to the devil right, and bring his dunking pitched forked butt aboard right? WRONG!
As much as I would like to see the spectacle that is Rider come and dunk for us, it simply won't happen. Why? Cause Francis, I'm sure the Rockets are concerned, is an impressionable feller. While Hakeem, so used to whispering in Nigerian "Not in my house" while on the court, would utter such things and more off the court upon Satan's arrival. Barkley would punk J.R. too if he came, that is, if he has any time between his weekley speeches talking himself out of a championship.
But Rocket fans it is getting a little warmer by the loss around here, and that's only cause this team slowly but surely is making it's descent into hell.
And we all know what Rudy, Carroll, and Les do when this near death experience begins, THEY TRADE.
Visions, of lotto balls at halftime of some NBA on NBC game on some Sunday distant from now, are just about the only thing that sustains me. I can see it now, they cut away from Hanna Storm, Peter Vescey, Bill "I hope they never find my stash of weed" Walton, and Dr. J. As time ticks down, we wait and it comes down to us and the Bulls for the number 1 pick, and after the commercial we are granted the prize, leaving Jerry rolling on the floor, weeping, like a fat little child, whose head met the sharp corner of a table. Rockets fans in unison will then shout "Chris Porter is ours."
Ok calm yourself, really, I didn't mean to tease.
NO. NOPE. NYET. Not happinin'. Do you hear me? Do you see yet? We just aren't patient here in H-town. Not me. Not you. Not Rudy, or Carroll, or Les lest we forget. We tasted that trophy and the sensation lingers all to sweetly. We won't go into rebuilding immeadiately, not with Hakeem still around. Not without a change, will we stand patt beyond the all-star break while the current level of play persists. NO. NO. We may not choose the devil, but we will choose something.
Yes, yes, for in the end we will trade mark my words, Conttrol-C and V them if you'd like. Rudy doesn't like a losing record, as now many of us beyond the silly Caveman are liking Rudy less and less. He'll trade. All the signs are there.
The usual suspects will use their frequent flyer miles here shortly. Williams will pack his bags as there is no excuse for not performming night after night. Mack will eventually get a new start elsewhere, and Drew is defininantly available too. You can throw in Kenny Thomas if the other team wants, him, because everybody knows this kid's just not gonna see time here. And yes don't completely count out Anderson and Mobley if a deal hinges upon it.
There are stars and some superstars right now being dangled like earrings, and the Rockets are shopping. Grant Hill, Mashburn, Hughes, you know the list. This current Rocket organization does not like ping pong balls, and will instead trade headaches with someone.
So who (based upon the trade belief as opposed to ridin’ this dead horse all the way to the lottery) will the Rockets trade for? What steps will we taken in the coming months too make a bad team a good one?
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Unlike the witty Dr. Robert and his followers of transcendant thinkers. My base animalistic elements are screaming to me right now. They are saying, "send Mack, Drew, whoever, whoever. Screw this present line-up give me a new one." Bring me Rider and hopefully Coles. But this we all know is Russian Roulette.
Trigger happiness for me is at an all time high. Thoughts of Sugar plums and fairies this holiday season no longer dance through my head. Besides I'm 18 and know better than that. In their place however I see Eastbay funk dunks (What Rider won the dunk contest with, between the legs), and windmills, and terror upon the court as Francis and Rider strike hearts into the fear of men everywhere.
We'll just sell out hearts to the devil right, and bring his dunking pitched forked butt aboard right? WRONG!
As much as I would like to see the spectacle that is Rider come and dunk for us, it simply won't happen. Why? Cause Francis, I'm sure the Rockets are concerned, is an impressionable feller. While Hakeem, so used to whispering in Nigerian "Not in my house" while on the court, would utter such things and more off the court upon Satan's arrival. Barkley would punk J.R. too if he came, that is, if he has any time between his weekley speeches talking himself out of a championship.
But Rocket fans it is getting a little warmer by the loss around here, and that's only cause this team slowly but surely is making it's descent into hell.
And we all know what Rudy, Carroll, and Les do when this near death experience begins, THEY TRADE.
Visions, of lotto balls at halftime of some NBA on NBC game on some Sunday distant from now, are just about the only thing that sustains me. I can see it now, they cut away from Hanna Storm, Peter Vescey, Bill "I hope they never find my stash of weed" Walton, and Dr. J. As time ticks down, we wait and it comes down to us and the Bulls for the number 1 pick, and after the commercial we are granted the prize, leaving Jerry rolling on the floor, weeping, like a fat little child, whose head met the sharp corner of a table. Rockets fans in unison will then shout "Chris Porter is ours."
Ok calm yourself, really, I didn't mean to tease.
NO. NOPE. NYET. Not happinin'. Do you hear me? Do you see yet? We just aren't patient here in H-town. Not me. Not you. Not Rudy, or Carroll, or Les lest we forget. We tasted that trophy and the sensation lingers all to sweetly. We won't go into rebuilding immeadiately, not with Hakeem still around. Not without a change, will we stand patt beyond the all-star break while the current level of play persists. NO. NO. We may not choose the devil, but we will choose something.
Yes, yes, for in the end we will trade mark my words, Conttrol-C and V them if you'd like. Rudy doesn't like a losing record, as now many of us beyond the silly Caveman are liking Rudy less and less. He'll trade. All the signs are there.
The usual suspects will use their frequent flyer miles here shortly. Williams will pack his bags as there is no excuse for not performming night after night. Mack will eventually get a new start elsewhere, and Drew is defininantly available too. You can throw in Kenny Thomas if the other team wants, him, because everybody knows this kid's just not gonna see time here. And yes don't completely count out Anderson and Mobley if a deal hinges upon it.
There are stars and some superstars right now being dangled like earrings, and the Rockets are shopping. Grant Hill, Mashburn, Hughes, you know the list. This current Rocket organization does not like ping pong balls, and will instead trade headaches with someone.
So who (based upon the trade belief as opposed to ridin’ this dead horse all the way to the lottery) will the Rockets trade for? What steps will we taken in the coming months too make a bad team a good one?
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