Escape from Denver...
Wow, what a night that was. Gilbert went off again and Caron Butler just keeps doing his tough juice thing. Big, big win. Unfortunately, I'm just now getting out of snowy Denver. Couldn't get a flight to Phoenix yesterday and can't get on back to DC from here so I'm going Planes, Trains and Automobiles by renting a car and driving to Kansas City where I can catch a flight home on Sunday. Right now I'm in a cab trying to get to the rental car joint at the airport. The road is packed with people fleeing Denver like a hurricane is on the way. Yesterday, I came out to do a story on the stranded masses and my cab ran out of gas on the way and we had to coast the thing into a gas station.
Thank goodness for good friends. My boy Gene Wang of the Post - some of you know him as the Asiatic Fantasy Football God - is taking care of my dog, Heidi, until I get back. Good looking out Geno. I owe you a couple and I might even avoid saying bad things about your Cowboys for awhile.
About last night's game: I was kind of stunned to see Gilbert and the fellas shoot so well on the second night of a back to back. They've struggled with those all season (they are now 2-4 in the back end of those doubles) and the Sacramento game was pretty draining. There is no question that Gilbert gets up to play at Phoenix and you know he wanted to give it to Nash and Mike D'Antoni. The amazing thing was seeing him light up Raja Bell and Shawn Marion down the stretch. Those are two pretty good defenders. Did he call bank on that three-ball? That's exactly the kind of question I would have asked had I been on the job.
By the way, if you read this Kurt Thomas, you owe me $1,000. Like me, Thomas and the Suns were stuck in Denver Thursday night and I bumped into some of the boys including Thomas, Jalen Rose and Marcus Banks in a downtown watering hole. Thomas and I were chatting about being stuck when I said: "You know Gilbert is going to drop 40 on your boy Steve Nash tomorrow night, right?" Thomas wasn't having it. He dug into his pockets, pulled out a wad of 100s and asked me to bet a grand on that. Being a humble sports writer, I asked for a handshake wager. Looking back on it, I should've stuck to my guns. Gilbert came through and Kurt, I'll see you when you get to DC buddy.
I did go to Pepsi Center for Allen Iverson's Denver debut last night.. Now that scene was weird. Seeing him in those white and baby blue uniforms was flat out odd but it was cool being in the arena when he entered the game. The place went nuts. I got chills.
Anyway, I'll check in when I get back Sunday. Hopefully. In the meantime, I'll be enjoying that Kansas countryside.
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