Hallelujah, Holy Shit, Where's the Tylenol?!

I feel like Clark Griswold. Watching the Rockets makes me want to flip out that way and yell at who ever is available. Well readers, I live alone, so you get to hear it. If my Houston bias hadn't come out before, here it comes. This space is mostly here for Dusty and I's edification anyway. If Bill Simmons can be a homer, and Stephen A. Smith can find a way to mention the Knicks once a sentence I get mine, damnit! So the Rockets have lost their last two games in pretty convincing fashion. I am beginning to think that winning those six early in the season might have convinced these guys that they were already in the playoffs. No one noticed Adelman telling us to hold off on thinking that everything was Kosher because negative remarks after wins had become the standard with the previous regime. The turd they dropped tonight could have been worse, I guess. At least they cut the lead back down to 12 from 31. What's that? Oh right they were playing the Philadelphia 76'ers. This 76'ers team is bad. They don't even have fans that care enough about them to not give Andre Igoudala, far and away the best guy on the team, the same nickname as their last star player. If I am Igoudala I turn down a contract and go to team's whose fans don't just label me as the Beta version of the guy they had before, and who is still in the league. Anyway, the Rockets never really seemed to understand that spotting the other team 31 points might not be a good game plan. Steve Francis looked to be coming back into his own in the Phoenix game that seems like an eternity ago, and now when he is on the court when moves it looks like an old woman trying to unfold a rusty lawn chair. He picks up his dribble at no less than 27 feet from the basket, and looks like he would rather pass a kidney stone whenever he gets the chance to take a shot. Rafer Alston has missed the last two games, but I am not willing to give up on my move Rafer vendetta. Trade him for a shooter. Hell, call up Steve Novak or Aaraon Brooks from the D-League they both won college three point contests, and have recently torn it up in their games down close to the border. The way it could have been worse tonight is if we had mailed it in like the Knicks did when they were clearly beaten by Boston, but at least Boston is good this year. The Rockets losing this game is like getting beat up by your little sister in front of your best friends. Oh yeah, I was looking for a positive. The bench showed a pulse, and played better than their starting counter parts. Rick Adelman is going to shake up this line up. It has to happen, and it has to happen now. Scola needs to start. Bonzi needs to start. Chuck and Shane need to come of the bench to stop other teams and provide the energy boost they need off the bench. Both are model citizens and would play through this. Shane is starting to get his shot back to some degree and we need his defense, but we are not JVG's defensive stopping team anymore. If Rick Adelman is coaching it should look like a Rick Adelman team. Right now the motion offense looks like bats flying around in a room with explosions screwing up their radar. Actually bats move, bad comparison. More like road kill with T-Mac dribbling through the mess. They can't even get Yao shots on the block consistently. If anyone in the league should be saying the things that Shaq is saying right now it is Yao. Mike James should start. Let him run and gun a little bit, and I bet Tracy doesn't check himself out of games if he sees people busting their asses. The bright spot is simply that our bench showed they can play, and that we can shuffle the line up and get something out of these guys.

The Captain done publicly bitching for a bit. By the way, Merry Christmas, the shitter's full. Time to flush if you are a Houston fan.