Kevin Garnett and Ray Allen to the Celtics? Fine! Send Kobe Bryant to the Chicago Bulls, too, while you're at it. Anoint LeBron James the King. Oh yeah -- that's been done already. Prop Gilbert Arenas and his Wizards teammates up. Let the Miami Heat be lauded as a possible bounce-back team.
Most of this has happened, or has been rumored to happen. And the more of it that goes on, I say, the better it is for the Detroit Pistons.
The curtain goes up tonight on another NBA season in Detroit -- the 51st since the team moved from Fort Wayne. Commemorative patches acknowledging this being the 50th anniversary of the first NBA game played in the Motor City will be worn by the players on their game tank tops.
Yet few times, if ever, have the Pistons been simultaneously a contender and a pretender in so many "experts"'s eyes. Usually you're either in or you're out as a serious player -- not both. But to hear many say it, the Pistons are either, a) too old and their time has passed, or b) still a very dangerous team, lurking in the shadows of trendy, sexy picks like the new-look Celtics or defending conference champ Cleveland, or still up-and-coming Chicago (with or without Bryant).
Just my opinion, but I go with choice b) in the above paragraph.
The Pistons have injected, appropriately so, some youth and energy onto the roster. They've promoted Antonio McDyess to an already formidable starting five. They now have a legitimate backup point guard in rookie Rodney Stuckey, as soon as he recovers from his broken hand. And they have some perimeter scoring off the bench in Jarvis Hayes, acquired from Washington.
All that, plus some stability in the coaching position. Flip Saunders is the first Pistons coach to start a third season since Doug Collins in 1997. And Collins was fired before that season was completed. In fact, the Pistons have only had three coaches, in their entire history, who've completed at least three full seasons: Ray Scott, Scotty Robertson, and Chuck Daly. Saunders, most likely, will be the fourth. That's not too many men in 51 seasons.
It may not be trendy to do so, but the more level-headed basketball pundits are sticking with the Pistons as conference front-runners, at the very least. They're not fooled by fancy, big-name acquisitions or a superstar-dominated ballclub. The best overall team will be in The Finals in June from the East, and that means balance, experience, and depth from one thru fifteen on the roster.
And going by those standards, the Pistons have the goods -- even if many people choose to ignore that fact. Frankly, it's best that they do. Shadow lurkers can be awfully scary, in the end.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Lions Starting To Expect Wins Now
A year ago September, I asked actor and Chelsea native Jeff Daniels -- in a magazine interview piece -- if he thought the Lions would ever win again in his, or our, lifetime. And for purposes of the question, the definition of "win" was something significant -- like a Super Bowl for instance.
He paused for a moment, looking skyward, then his eyes met mine.
"YES, they will win in our lifetime," he said with a chuckle.
OK, but ... why?
"Forget the laws of (NFL) parity," Daniels said. "It's the law of averages! Shouldn't those kick in sooner or later?"
Maybe sooner.
The Lions won another yesterday -- 16-7 in Chicago -- and once again it was the other guys who imploded. The other guys whose rally was more slapstick than high drama. The other guys whose fans booed them off their own field.
And it was the Lions again, God bless them, who held it together -- hanging on for the victory. Correction: hanging on is not fair terminology. They didn't just win because the Bears failed. The Lions won because they played like that's how it's supposed to happen. They are beginning to play like a team that can now handle the slings and arrows that a perilously close NFL game always seems to present.
Oh, they might be good at losing 56-21, or 34-3, but this latest vanquishing of the Bears was victory no. 5, and in all of them, the outcome could have bobbed and swayed either way in the fourth quarter. But the Lions are now 5-0 in such perilous games.
And there's more.
No bombastic requests for the media to plant a kisser on the posterior, like after last week's home win against Tampa Bay. The locker room after yesterday's win was low-key and full of a we-haven't-done-anything-yet mentality. Which is good, because they haven't, of course.
Even the poisonous pen of the Free Press's Drew Sharp dared to scribe about playoffs. He didn't even refer to Matt Millen as Mr. 24-72. Millen is still only Mr. 29-74, but you take your improvement how and when you can in this league.
The best part of watching the Lions win these football games is seeing how they are slowly, yet surely, becoming accustomed to doing so. Even the boisterous Roy Williams urged caution.
"We're 5-2, but this thing could just as easily turn into 5-11," he said. This from a man who last season kept saying that the Lions were the most talented team with a horrible record in the entire NFL. Now he's the beacon of sage wisdom?
But he's right, you know. 5-2 can, indeed, turn into 5-11. But doubtful with this team, in this season, with this coach. More like 11-5, I'd say.
Jon Kitna might turn out to be wrong about the win total, after all -- but in a different way than any of us could ever imagine.
He paused for a moment, looking skyward, then his eyes met mine.
"YES, they will win in our lifetime," he said with a chuckle.
OK, but ... why?
"Forget the laws of (NFL) parity," Daniels said. "It's the law of averages! Shouldn't those kick in sooner or later?"
Maybe sooner.
The Lions won another yesterday -- 16-7 in Chicago -- and once again it was the other guys who imploded. The other guys whose rally was more slapstick than high drama. The other guys whose fans booed them off their own field.
And it was the Lions again, God bless them, who held it together -- hanging on for the victory. Correction: hanging on is not fair terminology. They didn't just win because the Bears failed. The Lions won because they played like that's how it's supposed to happen. They are beginning to play like a team that can now handle the slings and arrows that a perilously close NFL game always seems to present.
Oh, they might be good at losing 56-21, or 34-3, but this latest vanquishing of the Bears was victory no. 5, and in all of them, the outcome could have bobbed and swayed either way in the fourth quarter. But the Lions are now 5-0 in such perilous games.
And there's more.
No bombastic requests for the media to plant a kisser on the posterior, like after last week's home win against Tampa Bay. The locker room after yesterday's win was low-key and full of a we-haven't-done-anything-yet mentality. Which is good, because they haven't, of course.
Even the poisonous pen of the Free Press's Drew Sharp dared to scribe about playoffs. He didn't even refer to Matt Millen as Mr. 24-72. Millen is still only Mr. 29-74, but you take your improvement how and when you can in this league.
The best part of watching the Lions win these football games is seeing how they are slowly, yet surely, becoming accustomed to doing so. Even the boisterous Roy Williams urged caution.
"We're 5-2, but this thing could just as easily turn into 5-11," he said. This from a man who last season kept saying that the Lions were the most talented team with a horrible record in the entire NFL. Now he's the beacon of sage wisdom?
But he's right, you know. 5-2 can, indeed, turn into 5-11. But doubtful with this team, in this season, with this coach. More like 11-5, I'd say.
Jon Kitna might turn out to be wrong about the win total, after all -- but in a different way than any of us could ever imagine.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Flip In Elite Company; Third Year A Charm?
The first, and maybe among the best, was Ray Scott. He was a true Piston. A player first, drafted fourth off the board in 1961 – a towering, rebounding and scoring machine from the University of Portland, but a born and reared Philly kid – who would adopt Detroit, and vice-versa.
Then there was Herb Brown, with his open collars and shoes with no socks. He had coached everywhere, including Israel. He rubbed his players so wrongly, the confrontations nearly became physical.
Then came Bob Kaufman. He played in the league, and wore the dual hats of coach and general manager in Detroit for a time. That is, before he gave way to the maniacal bleatings of Dickie Vitale, who became a de facto GM, too – when Kaufman gave up and fled town.
After Dickie was dragged screaming into the night – only to resurface on American television sets that were best off equipped with that wonderful invention called the “mute” button – there was another New Jersey guy to take his place: Richie Adubato.
Scotty Robertson was next, with his southern drawl and down-home honesty and humility.
Then the best: Chuck Daly, who rolled into town with coiffed hair and a resume that was in line with his predecessors. That is, largely undistinguished and filled with basketball stops in small towns and oh yeah – there was a college somewhere out east. Plus a brief NBA head coaching stint in Cleveland, one of the league’s two Siberias. The other was … Detroit. The won-lost record in Cleveland was so bad as to be best left off the undistinguished resume.
Some good, long-overdue stability with Chuck, before the door became revolving again. Ron Rothstein, who openly campaigned for the job and was brutally ineffective once he had bullied his way into it. Don Chaney, a nice man – and former Celtic champion – whose roster was filled with the dregs of the league and Grant Hill, pretty much. Doug Collins, whose claim to coaching fame was being lucky enough to be in charge in Chicago when Michael Jordan claimed ownership of the league. Alvin Gentry, another of those assistants who was minding his own business when management shoved the silver whistle into his mouth. George Irvine, who never really wanted the job, then coached like it, just to drive home his point.
More brevity, but with some success. Rick Carlisle, once labeled an up-and-coming genius, but who now finds himself in an ESPN studio, telling us what just happened and why. Larry Brown, a champion here, whose brevity was fait accompli, befitting his nomadic past.
All of which brings us to Flip Saunders.
Saunders is doing something quite extraordinary in Detroit, starting next week in Miami. For he is being entrusted to coax, prod, and nudge his players along through a third perilous NBA season. He’s breaking the string of two-and-out when it comes to Pistons coaches hired by the sage Joe Dumars. But the two-and-out wasn’t invented by Dumars. Far from it.
Saunders will get a third crack at reining in Rasheed Wallace
There have been 15 Pistons coaches during the ownership of Bill Davidson, which began in earnest in 1974. Yet only two of them, prior to Saunders, have been allowed to complete a third full season at the helm: Robertson and Daly.
See? The two-and-out pre-dates Dumars’ management significantly. It even pre-dates Davidson.
The Pistons are celebrating their 50th anniversary in Detroit this year, moving from Fort Wayne in 1957. Special commemorative patches are going to be worn on the players’ tank tops and everything. A one-shot logo has been crafted. Only – and I really don’t want to be a party pooper here – this is actually the 51st season in Detroit for the franchise. But they never have counted so good in the Pistons offices.
Back in the days of phantom attendance numbers, that is. And when the team used the two-and-out system of running coaches in and out of town. Ahh, those fabulous ‘60s!
Just about every coach the Pistons hired had the requisite two-year contract, and many didn’t even survive that long. Dumars, somewhat surprisingly to me, had seemed to carry on the tradition, despite significant team success. Out with Irvine, in with Carlisle. Two 50-win seasons with Carlisle, but it’s two-and-out! In with the basketball vagabond Brown. A championship and a runner-up, but it’s two-and-out! So out with Brown and in with Saunders.
Flip kicked things off with a record-setting 64-win year, but the suspected over-use of his starting five – four of them made the All-Star team – led to a flame-out in the playoffs against the Miami Heat in the conference finals. Last season, Saunders eased off a bit and worked some more bench players into the rotation, but the result was the same: sayonara in the Final Four, at the hands of the Cleveland Cavaliers of all people.
Chances are that Saunders will be allowed to complete his third season, making him only the third man to do so during Davidson’s ownership – and the first during Dumars’s president-ship. Where that will get him is anyone’s guess, here on the eve of the Pistons’ 50th anniversary/51st season in Detroit. But it, at the very least, puts him in an elite group. A SMALL, elite group.
Daly survived nine seasons because he won. And he won because he was smart enough to know that talented NBA players aren’t so much coached as they are managed and empowered. In the history of the NBA, you won’t find many more with such a combustible combo of strong wills and high-strung pedigrees than Bill Laimbeer, Isiah Thomas, and Dennis Rodman. Throw in the petulance of Kelly Tripucka and Adrian Dantley and the antics of Dennis Rodman and John Salley, and the supposed childishness of Mark Aguirre (pre-Detroit) – and it’s a wonder Daly lasted nine months. But the final tally under Daly was two championships, a runner-up, and five straight trips to the conference finals. Amazing what you can do in three years or more!
Saunders has extended the Pistons’ current streak of conference finals appearances to five as well. Yet they’ve only won two of those. The Chuck Daly Pistons won three of their five – and all in succession.
Flip is here for Year Three. But it’s only his two-year anniversary. See how that works?
Then there was Herb Brown, with his open collars and shoes with no socks. He had coached everywhere, including Israel. He rubbed his players so wrongly, the confrontations nearly became physical.
Then came Bob Kaufman. He played in the league, and wore the dual hats of coach and general manager in Detroit for a time. That is, before he gave way to the maniacal bleatings of Dickie Vitale, who became a de facto GM, too – when Kaufman gave up and fled town.
After Dickie was dragged screaming into the night – only to resurface on American television sets that were best off equipped with that wonderful invention called the “mute” button – there was another New Jersey guy to take his place: Richie Adubato.
Scotty Robertson was next, with his southern drawl and down-home honesty and humility.
Then the best: Chuck Daly, who rolled into town with coiffed hair and a resume that was in line with his predecessors. That is, largely undistinguished and filled with basketball stops in small towns and oh yeah – there was a college somewhere out east. Plus a brief NBA head coaching stint in Cleveland, one of the league’s two Siberias. The other was … Detroit. The won-lost record in Cleveland was so bad as to be best left off the undistinguished resume.
Some good, long-overdue stability with Chuck, before the door became revolving again. Ron Rothstein, who openly campaigned for the job and was brutally ineffective once he had bullied his way into it. Don Chaney, a nice man – and former Celtic champion – whose roster was filled with the dregs of the league and Grant Hill, pretty much. Doug Collins, whose claim to coaching fame was being lucky enough to be in charge in Chicago when Michael Jordan claimed ownership of the league. Alvin Gentry, another of those assistants who was minding his own business when management shoved the silver whistle into his mouth. George Irvine, who never really wanted the job, then coached like it, just to drive home his point.
More brevity, but with some success. Rick Carlisle, once labeled an up-and-coming genius, but who now finds himself in an ESPN studio, telling us what just happened and why. Larry Brown, a champion here, whose brevity was fait accompli, befitting his nomadic past.
All of which brings us to Flip Saunders.
Saunders is doing something quite extraordinary in Detroit, starting next week in Miami. For he is being entrusted to coax, prod, and nudge his players along through a third perilous NBA season. He’s breaking the string of two-and-out when it comes to Pistons coaches hired by the sage Joe Dumars. But the two-and-out wasn’t invented by Dumars. Far from it.
Saunders will get a third crack at reining in Rasheed Wallace
There have been 15 Pistons coaches during the ownership of Bill Davidson, which began in earnest in 1974. Yet only two of them, prior to Saunders, have been allowed to complete a third full season at the helm: Robertson and Daly.
See? The two-and-out pre-dates Dumars’ management significantly. It even pre-dates Davidson.
The Pistons are celebrating their 50th anniversary in Detroit this year, moving from Fort Wayne in 1957. Special commemorative patches are going to be worn on the players’ tank tops and everything. A one-shot logo has been crafted. Only – and I really don’t want to be a party pooper here – this is actually the 51st season in Detroit for the franchise. But they never have counted so good in the Pistons offices.
Back in the days of phantom attendance numbers, that is. And when the team used the two-and-out system of running coaches in and out of town. Ahh, those fabulous ‘60s!
Just about every coach the Pistons hired had the requisite two-year contract, and many didn’t even survive that long. Dumars, somewhat surprisingly to me, had seemed to carry on the tradition, despite significant team success. Out with Irvine, in with Carlisle. Two 50-win seasons with Carlisle, but it’s two-and-out! In with the basketball vagabond Brown. A championship and a runner-up, but it’s two-and-out! So out with Brown and in with Saunders.
Flip kicked things off with a record-setting 64-win year, but the suspected over-use of his starting five – four of them made the All-Star team – led to a flame-out in the playoffs against the Miami Heat in the conference finals. Last season, Saunders eased off a bit and worked some more bench players into the rotation, but the result was the same: sayonara in the Final Four, at the hands of the Cleveland Cavaliers of all people.
Chances are that Saunders will be allowed to complete his third season, making him only the third man to do so during Davidson’s ownership – and the first during Dumars’s president-ship. Where that will get him is anyone’s guess, here on the eve of the Pistons’ 50th anniversary/51st season in Detroit. But it, at the very least, puts him in an elite group. A SMALL, elite group.
Daly survived nine seasons because he won. And he won because he was smart enough to know that talented NBA players aren’t so much coached as they are managed and empowered. In the history of the NBA, you won’t find many more with such a combustible combo of strong wills and high-strung pedigrees than Bill Laimbeer, Isiah Thomas, and Dennis Rodman. Throw in the petulance of Kelly Tripucka and Adrian Dantley and the antics of Dennis Rodman and John Salley, and the supposed childishness of Mark Aguirre (pre-Detroit) – and it’s a wonder Daly lasted nine months. But the final tally under Daly was two championships, a runner-up, and five straight trips to the conference finals. Amazing what you can do in three years or more!
Saunders has extended the Pistons’ current streak of conference finals appearances to five as well. Yet they’ve only won two of those. The Chuck Daly Pistons won three of their five – and all in succession.
Flip is here for Year Three. But it’s only his two-year anniversary. See how that works?
Friday, October 26, 2007
Bears, Lions, Each Boast Two RBs That Thrilled, Chilled
Between them, total, they gave us about ten seasons. Ten seasons filled with oohs and aahs and making cases for why they were the greatest running backs in their respective franchises' histories.
Gale Sayers, the Kansas Comet -- a Chicago Bear from 1965-71 officially, but you can forget the last two seasons, when he gamely tried but failed to come back from a mangled knee.
Billy Sims, the high-stepping runner from Oklahoma. Heisman Trophy winner and a Lion from 1980-84, until a hit applied by the Vikings' Walker Lee Ashley mangled Sims' knee, too -- in the middle of a fruitful '84 season. Fitting that Sims' career-ending injury should come at the hands of the Vikings, a team that's tormented the Lions more than any other in the Bill Ford Era.
Note the abbreviated careers. Five seasons for Sayers, essentially, and not quite five for Sims. Each exploded onto the scene. In Sayers's rookie season, he scored six touchdowns -- in one game, in just 14 touches, against the 49ers at a rain-soaked Wrigley Field. Among his six scores was a kickoff return for a TD, AND a punt return for a TD. For the season, Sayers scored 22 touchdowns: 14 by ground, six by air, and the kick returns. He was the easiest choice for Rookie of the Year ever, in any sport.
Sims helped lead the Lions out of the gate with a 4-0 start in his rookie season by scoring from all over the field, on long runs and even fly patterns. On Opening Day in Anaheim, he blitzed the heavily-favored Rams with three TDs as the Lions pulled off the upset. His trademark was to leap over the pile at the goal line, somersaulting into the end zone. And the high step, of course.
Sims doesn't get quite the nod that Sayers does as one of the game's greatest runners, but for his time, few were better. And Sayers, of course, crammed a 10-year career's worth of highlights into his five seasons.
Gale Sayers, running away from the Lions' Alex Karras, ran for 867 yards (5.2/att) and scored 22 TDs in all sorts of ways in his '65 rookie campaign
Gale Sayers, the Kansas Comet -- a Chicago Bear from 1965-71 officially, but you can forget the last two seasons, when he gamely tried but failed to come back from a mangled knee.
Billy Sims, the high-stepping runner from Oklahoma. Heisman Trophy winner and a Lion from 1980-84, until a hit applied by the Vikings' Walker Lee Ashley mangled Sims' knee, too -- in the middle of a fruitful '84 season. Fitting that Sims' career-ending injury should come at the hands of the Vikings, a team that's tormented the Lions more than any other in the Bill Ford Era.
Note the abbreviated careers. Five seasons for Sayers, essentially, and not quite five for Sims. Each exploded onto the scene. In Sayers's rookie season, he scored six touchdowns -- in one game, in just 14 touches, against the 49ers at a rain-soaked Wrigley Field. Among his six scores was a kickoff return for a TD, AND a punt return for a TD. For the season, Sayers scored 22 touchdowns: 14 by ground, six by air, and the kick returns. He was the easiest choice for Rookie of the Year ever, in any sport.
Sims helped lead the Lions out of the gate with a 4-0 start in his rookie season by scoring from all over the field, on long runs and even fly patterns. On Opening Day in Anaheim, he blitzed the heavily-favored Rams with three TDs as the Lions pulled off the upset. His trademark was to leap over the pile at the goal line, somersaulting into the end zone. And the high step, of course.
Sims doesn't get quite the nod that Sayers does as one of the game's greatest runners, but for his time, few were better. And Sayers, of course, crammed a 10-year career's worth of highlights into his five seasons.
Gale Sayers, running away from the Lions' Alex Karras, ran for 867 yards (5.2/att) and scored 22 TDs in all sorts of ways in his '65 rookie campaign
Sims rushed for 1,303 yards in his rookie year (1980) and scored 13 rushing TDs
Then the Bears offered up Walter Payton for public consumption, and the Lions would eventually counter with Barry Sanders.
Sayers-Payton versus Sims-Sanders. Which duo would YOU take?
This weekend, the Lions travel to Chicago, and the men running the football for each team -- and no disrespect intended -- are nowhere near the class of their predecessors. It just so happens that the Lions and Bears were each blessed with two of the most wonderful running backs in their time, or anyone's time. So no shame in falling short of those players.
And hey -- I haven't even mentioned Bronko Nagurski or Doak Walker.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Thursday's Things
(every Thursday at OOB -- almost -- I rant in list fashion; this week I bring you the best of FSN Red Wings analyst Mickey Redmond)
Things Mickey Redmond Says That Ya Gotta Love
1. Bingo-Bango. Normally uttered during a replay when Redmond talks about a bang-bang play in front of the net, or if a goal has been scored shortly after another.
2. Johnny-on-the-spot. Actually, this is more of a general hockey term, but Redmond says it a lot -- plus I love it. Said when a player finds himself wide open, pouncing on a loose puck for a goal.
3. BC Two-hander. Presumably the BC stands for British Columbia. This is a blatant, two-handed slash.
4. Holy smokes! When Redmond can't believe what he's just seen -- like a cheap penalty, for instance.
5. Oh my ... they're going to be livid on the bench. Another utterance after a cheap penalty.
6. Better keep your head up, son. When a player, 99% of the time a Red Wings' opponent, gets drilled with a clean check because he wasn't looking.
7. Hasek, no chance. As Redmond analyzes a replay of a goal that the Red Wings give up, rightly commenting that Dominik Hasek had, well, no chance.
8. For you young hockey players watching at home ... When Redmond feels in "clinic" mode, schooling the youngsters about how the game should be played.
9. Like he's got the puck on a string! Redmond says this after watching some brilliant stick-handling.
10. Now it's time to just shut her down. When the Red Wings find themselves with a two-goal (or more) lead midway thru the third period.
11. So let's keep her goin'. When the Red Wings are on a winning streak. Said during postgame wrap-ups.
12. Nobody home. When a player finds himself all alone in front of the net.
13. If it wasn't for _______, the score could be ____ Detroit. Redmond will say this when the other team's goalie "stands on his head."
14. It's just a one shot game, folks. When the Red Wings only have a one-goal lead when Redmond thinks they should have a larger cushion.
15. Penalty shot??! YES!! (or, "NO!"). Few things will get Redmond more excited than a fight, or a possible penalty shot.
16. When you go to the net, good things can happen. Usually said after a "garbage goal" off a rebound, or a tip-in.
They're they are. Talk amongst yourselves. And remember, they're just things.
Things Mickey Redmond Says That Ya Gotta Love
1. Bingo-Bango. Normally uttered during a replay when Redmond talks about a bang-bang play in front of the net, or if a goal has been scored shortly after another.
2. Johnny-on-the-spot. Actually, this is more of a general hockey term, but Redmond says it a lot -- plus I love it. Said when a player finds himself wide open, pouncing on a loose puck for a goal.
3. BC Two-hander. Presumably the BC stands for British Columbia. This is a blatant, two-handed slash.
4. Holy smokes! When Redmond can't believe what he's just seen -- like a cheap penalty, for instance.
5. Oh my ... they're going to be livid on the bench. Another utterance after a cheap penalty.
6. Better keep your head up, son. When a player, 99% of the time a Red Wings' opponent, gets drilled with a clean check because he wasn't looking.
7. Hasek, no chance. As Redmond analyzes a replay of a goal that the Red Wings give up, rightly commenting that Dominik Hasek had, well, no chance.
8. For you young hockey players watching at home ... When Redmond feels in "clinic" mode, schooling the youngsters about how the game should be played.
9. Like he's got the puck on a string! Redmond says this after watching some brilliant stick-handling.
10. Now it's time to just shut her down. When the Red Wings find themselves with a two-goal (or more) lead midway thru the third period.
11. So let's keep her goin'. When the Red Wings are on a winning streak. Said during postgame wrap-ups.
12. Nobody home. When a player finds himself all alone in front of the net.
13. If it wasn't for _______, the score could be ____ Detroit. Redmond will say this when the other team's goalie "stands on his head."
14. It's just a one shot game, folks. When the Red Wings only have a one-goal lead when Redmond thinks they should have a larger cushion.
15. Penalty shot??! YES!! (or, "NO!"). Few things will get Redmond more excited than a fight, or a possible penalty shot.
16. When you go to the net, good things can happen. Usually said after a "garbage goal" off a rebound, or a tip-in.
They're they are. Talk amongst yourselves. And remember, they're just things.
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