The Grizzlies muddled through without Marc Gasol and couldn’t come up with a win.
I wasn’t feeling well Monday night so I stayed home instead of going down to the Forum to cover the Grizzlies/Rockets game in person. As such, I got a little weird with this one. Herewith, a five-haiku recap of tonight’s Grizzlies loss to the Rockets.
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For Kosta, the start: Pulling in all the rebounds A large Greek vacuum.
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Twelve points at the half; Rally without the Spaniard. Houston sucks from three
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The all bench lineup A burning pile of garbage Minus forty-six.[1]
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Z-Bo shoots a three: An angel gets his new wings And plummets to Earth.
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The clock running down, Where has Miller’s shoe gone to? The game went with it.
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Three things I liked:
• The Grizzlies came out playing to win, even though they’re going to be missing Marc Gasol for quite a while (estimates floating around mostly say 6-10 weeks). It would’ve been easy for them to pack it in tonight, but they didn’t, and that’s to their credit. Kosta Koufos came ready to play in his role as a starter, grabbing six points and six boards in the first quarter. He would finish with 8 and 13.
• In the first half, the Grizzlies were able to beat the Rockets by (1) getting stops and (2) pushing the ball down the floor and generating good scoring looks through pick-and-rolls and the occasional pick-and-pop. It was a good look for the personnel on the floor, and one wonders if that’s not the “uptempo” stuff that Dave Joerger was talking about during training camp: not super quick transition ball, but getting good looks at the basket early in the shot clock.
• Ed Davis, who has some serious things to prove about whether he can contribute meaningfully to this team for any length of time, came out and played really well in the first half, mostly alongside Koufos and Randolph. When he was paired with Jon Leuer, it didn’t seem like the offense had the same flow.
Three things I didn’t like:
• The all-bench lineup that blew the lead in the fourth quarter and then got left on the court for far too long. Joerger should have pulled them before he did—and I would have hoped that by now he’s figured out that there always needs to be a starter on the floor.
• Quincy Pondexter got a DNP tonight even though Jerryd Bayless shot 1-7 and Mike Miller continues to struggle to find his shot. Bayless—even though he was able to get a lot of mintues tonight off the ball with Nick Calathes at the backup point spot—had a terrible game, unable to hit anything. He hasn’t played well since hurting his knee in the Celtics game. I would’ve liked to have seen Pondexter get some of those 4th quarter minutes Bayless got. He couldn’t have been worse than JB was.
• This newfound tendency by Grizz Nation on Twitter to find somebody to blame for the Grizzlies’ losses. Before the 4-game winning streak, it was Ed Davis’ fault because he sucked. Tonight, people seemed to want to pin the blame for the loss on Nick Calathes. Aren’t we smarter than this? Do we always need to find one player to be the symbol for everything wrong with this team?
Nick Calathes had a bad game. But so did the rest of the Grizzlies: the Rockets—by playing Omer Asik instead of Dwight Howard—shut down the Grizzlies’ post game and forced the offense into jumpshots, and the Grizzlies have historically been horrible at shooting anything from outside 10 feet. Mike Conley was 2-14. Tony Allen attempted 12 shots and made 6 of them, but on what planet should Allen and Zach Randolph have the same number of field goal attempts? Just saying.
Let’s dial back the blame game for every loss. It’s going to be a long, bitter, no-fun year if we’re already doing that. The Grizzlies are missing a major piece of their identity with Marc Gasol out. They’re going to have to go through a feeling-out process to see how they can play without him. If you expected this team to lose Marc Gasol without missing a beat on offense, frankly, you’re an idiot.
All in all, I think the Grizzlies are going to be okay. The schedule has been tough so far, and it starts to ease up as they get into December. The groups of guys who haven’t played together much are going to get more familiar as the lineups change to make up for Gasol’s absence in whatever way possible. It’s going to be an interesting stretch of basketball, and the Grizzlies are probably going to go somewhere just above or just below .500 until Gasol gets back. Tonight was just the start.
That’d be the combined +/- numbers for Bayless, Davis, Miller, Leuer, and Calathes.
About 1/2 of MGMT played a sort of homecoming show in Memphis at The Orpheum Theatre last Saturday night. Lead singer Andrew VanWyngarden is from Memphis and went to White Station High School, as you may know. MGMT guitarist (and frontman for opening act Kuroma) is from here, too — VanWyngarden and Sullivant cut their teeth with the ca. 2000 local band Accidental Mersh. And Will Berman, MGMT’s drummer, has family here.
The venue was close to capacity, made up predominantly of fans with a 1 in front of their age and those for whom that wasn’t so long ago the case. (At age 37, I found myself in the 97th percentile — or, as I was corrected by Twitter friend @meghanshelby, “If you’re over 19 you’re in the 99.9th percentile.”
The show was terrific in many ways, though much of it can be condensed to: MGMT played about as broadly embraceable a set as they could based on the wide range of types of fans in attendance.
You wanted to hear their big hits, like “Kids,” “Time To Pretend,” and “Electric Feel?” Score.
You wanted to hear the trippy stuff like “Siberian Breaks” and “Of Moons, Birds & Monsters?” Score.
You wanted to hear material from the new album? Score.
MGMT’s set list broke down cleanly, with 6 cuts from Oracular Spectacular, 5 from Congratulations, and 5 from the newest album, MGMT.
You could use those numbers as a guideline and come up with many permutations of set lists, but MGMT elected to play their most accessible material. So they didn’t play “4th Dimensional Transition” but they did play “Weekend Wars”; they didn’t play “Lady Dada’s Nightmare” but did “Flash Delirium”; didn’t play the 2nd half of MGMT but did the first half.
The band’s musicianship was fully on display, if you chose to look for it. I don’t know that you call MGMT a rock band, and you certainly don’t in the traditional sense. As such, a guitar’s place is secondary to the hooks, noises, and environmental such and sundry produced by Ben Goldwasser. With an ear toward disassembling the construction to pick out the pieces, you can hear it all there, emanating from the stage. And the lyrics and vocals, though not always as conspicuous, are uniformly excellent. (A line like “I hope I die before I get sold” is pretty easily buried among a dozens of others in a song like “Siberian Breaks,” but it’s no less terrific.)
Set List Saturday, November 23rd The Orpheum Theatre, Memphis, TN
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Alien Days Time To Pretend Song for Dan Treacy Of Moons, Birds & Monsters Introspection The Youth Mystery Disease Flash Delirium Weekend Wars I Found a Whistle Siberian Breaks Electric Feel Cool Song No. 2 Kids —Encore— Your Life Is a Lie Congratulations
The architect of MGMT’s visual performance is Alejandro Crawford. The Orpheum show extensively featured imagery from Optimizer, MGMT’s companion video piece to their newest album, which was made by Crawford and a few other contributors.
Crawford uses Xbox360 Kinects to capture movement, and then runs the information through software he has written (references below). He also uses a remote control quadrocopter, which could be seen droning unmanned above the band during the show. (Upon seeing it, my wife said, “That’s STEM, baby.”) I’m sure there’s other technological stuff happening to that I don’t have the vocab for.
“Alien Days” was backed by a video of the travails of an alien shrimp guy with eyes on his nipples, natch.
For many of the songs, a camera captures the band and projects their image, shot through with color-bar ambience, to the audience. The concept’s ne plus ultra was reached during MGMT’s cover of Faine Jade’s “Introspection.” It’s a great obscure song for MGMT to record, with a simple, direct lyrical approach to material that gets covered a lot in music. The chorus, “Introspection: What am I really like inside?” punctuates navel-gazing lines like “Colors, thoughts, emotions/Are trapped within the heart.” The notion of self-examination is punched up in the live show as VanWyngarden uses a camera to record closeups of himself and bandmates as they perform the song — with saturated color layered into the mix. It’s a clever bit of meta-commentary, as if we are to believe that what the camera shows of these music celebrities is the same thing as who they really are (and as if asking “Who am I” is the same as giving an answer.)
“I Found a Whistle” features a spinning day-glo rose, turning the song into a kind of romantic ballad. At the least, that’s what the couple in front of me thought as they slow-danced.
Two songs that really stood out to me at the show were “Of Moons, Birds & Monsters” and “Mystery Disease.” I guess I’ve heard the former, from the band’s first album, several times, but never before have I been as impressed by VanWyngarden’s rock-god guitar chops. I always find it interesting when great traditional-rock-instrument musicians turn their attention to less normal tools of their trade, like synthesizers and pedals and what have you. (See also: Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood). VanWyngarden can wail when he wants. “Mystery Disease” was probably my favorite live version of a song from the new album, a percussive, propulsive delight.
“Siberian Breaks” was arguably the highlight of the show, though I’m weird like that. I’m on record saying, “It’s the best of all MGMT songs, and if you don’t agree I’ll fight you.” Well, I would’ve had a lot of fights to get into at the show. (More on that shortly.) “Siberian Breaks” is not for the faint of heart, and I’m not sure how it played in the Peoria of the Orpheum’s non-die-hard fanbase. The head-scratcher of a song has multiple false endings, and the uninitiated clapped dutifully a few times when they thought it was over. “Hahahaha!” I laughed derisively at the clappers, “this song has got 9 minutes and 7 iterations to go!” (Please note extreme self-deprecation.) “Siberian Breaks” is a marvel, though, and quite rewarding. It was a near-note-for-note recounting of the album version, though I don’t mean that in a bad way. Pretty amazing stuff.
When “Electric Feel” kicked in after “Siberian Breaks,” it was the perfect palate cleanser. Plus: The heavy bass in “Electric Feel” knocked the amps out on my end of stage. (I’m sure that makes technical purists cringe at the notion, but I thought it was cool.)
Up next was “Cool Song No. 2” from the new album. Introducing the song at The Orpheum, VanWyngarden said it was the first time the band had played it live. One dude shot a video of it from Saturday night. The bass on the song kind of overwhelms the video, but you can still get the idea.
Even better is the official video of the song, which stars Michael K. Williams metaphorically reprising his role as Omar from The Wire.
“Kids” closed out the first set. The response was overwhelming. As soon as that catchy keyboard hook hit, the crowd screamed in girlish delight. (All screams at that pitch are girlish, even from men, myself included.) For The Orpheum at least, “Kids” was regarded as MGMT’s favorite song.
When I interviewed VanWyngarden for a Memphis magazine profile, he said, “In college, MGMT was much more ironic, a sarcastic take on mainstream pop music in a way. And that’s when we wrote ‘Kids,’ our most popular song. After touring and playing that song over and over and doing it karaoke-style, we wanted to make an album [Congratulations] that was music that we really felt good about that wasn’t overly serious but wasn’t joke music. I don’t think ‘Kids’ is a joke song, but I think it does have that air of sarcasm about it.”
The Huffington Post Canada did a story on MGMT and why for a while they didn’t want to play “Kids,” and why they’ve decided to play it again during this tour. Ben Goldwasser is quoted in the story, “It’s not necessarily because we don’t want to play [‘Kids’], it’s more just we don’t want to play a song live if we can’t make it sound good and fit with the rest of the music.”
Hearing it live again, I noted how VanWyngarden took the mic off the stand and walked around with it to sing, which reminded me of karaoke. Maybe he’s owning his own critique of the song? And also, during what is the album version’s brief quiet spell before the denouement, MGMT made a jumping off point for some lovely, intense, elongated jamming that gives the song some long-lost spontaneity.
When the song ended, the fans’ appreciation was enormously vocal. I know the Beatles and others of their ilk have gotten the same treatment, but few have had it louder than MGMT did for “Kids” Saturday night. It was the perfect time for MGMT to leave the stage hot and the crowd poised for an encore.
The glee over “Kids” was, I think, a pretty great set-up for the thematic knock-down of “Your Life Is a Lie,” which the band played when they took the stage again. Conjoining the two songs was probably by favorite moment of the show. “Your Life Is a Lie” features VanWyngarden’s wit and wisdom at its most trenchant, outside of “Flash Delirium.” Especially on the heels of “Kids,” “Your Life Is a Lie” felt like healthy nourishment after too much candy. The song begins with the downer, “Here’s the deal/Open your eyes/Your life is a lie/Don’t say a word/I’ll tell you why/You’re living a lie” and gets more acidic from there.
To counterpoint the message, “Your Life Is a Lie” features the most absurd of instruments, the cowbell. To play it, MGMT brought on stage local music-scene stalwart Steve Selvidge, who Memphian VanWyngarden got to know when his high school/briefly college band Accidental Mersh played shows with Selvidge’s Big Ass Truck more than a decade ago. (Selvidge is now a guitarist for the Hold Steady, so that’s cool.)
MGMT closed the show out with the exceedingly lovely “Congratulations,” a great capstone to a set that featured dense musicality and catchy riffs undercut by sardonic self-effacement.
Additional, Superfluous Commentary (Read at your own risk) A few more thoughts brought to mind by the concert and some reactions to it I’ve read.
I think Memphis has earned a reputation as being a relatively poor audience at concerts. I don’t know when this started or even if it’s an idea that exists outside of my own head. I first became aware of the notion during the Smashing Pumpkins concert at the Pyramid in 1996, when Billy Corgan yelled at everybody for not selling out the arena and not really being into the show, either. For the record, I was loving the concert, but I knew what he meant because there were a lot of people around me who weren’t nearly as engaged. However, I didn’t really appreciate Corgan griping about me. I didn’t know the phrase at the time, but “STFU” depicted my attitude about his comments. And is it the audience’s fault they’re not engaged or the band’s?
This idea was furthered during a Wilco show at Memphis In May in 2003. The crowd was annoyed by the band’s set and mere existence and eager for whoever was playing after them — some pop-rock act with some big hits, though I can’t recall who. Someone yelled, “Go back to Seattle!” at Wilco, a band from Chicago. Lead singer Jeff Tweedy said something like, “Um, we like Seattle, but…”
It was embarrassing as a Memphian. The other takeaway I had from that show was that my friend and I almost got in a fight with some bros in front of us. We were there for Wilco, the dudes in front of us (and their girlfriends) were not. They were obnoxious and kept backing into us intentionally to be annoying. It almost got ugly, but didn’t.
I was reminded of all this during MGMT’s show. My wife and I were surrounded by a crew of people in their 20s or so who all knew each other and were clearly not into the show like we were. This was manifested by lots of loud talking (not paying attention to the concert) and, worse, these drunk people near us who kept drawing attention to themselves by dancing ironically (kind of like having a laugh at some of the songs) and leaving the rows for the aisles on purpose to get in trouble with the security staff, who kept warning them to stop, and distracting me and a few others around me who just wanted to pay attention to the show.
The worst was this giant drunk dude immediately in front of me who kept flexing his arms and turning in a 360-degree circle to get attention and show off for his friends, and kept almost hitting me in the face as he swiveled. I came as close to losing my temper as I have since the Wilco show. The guy would’ve beaten my brains in, because he was much bigger than me, but for awhile I thought it might be worth it to try. (Note: I’ve never gotten in a fight in my life. Never. I think I would probably lose.)
I looked around at the rest of the crowd and didn’t see any other overtly problematic people, but it made me wonder if most every little pocket of crowd had some annoying behaviors happening. How many others were like me, mad at their neighbors who weren’t at the show for the same reasons, who didn’t like the same songs, who weren’t enjoying or respecting the concert to the same degree? And is this a problem in Memphis or everywhere? What about during “Siberian Breaks,” when even some people in the front row (ostensible uber-fans) weren’t as engaged in the song as I was? Was this just Memphis being a bad town for concert crowds?
That’s when it finally hit me how ridiculous I was being. How can I judge that others aren’t watching a concert the way I am? I still think it’s impolite to talk loud to the extent that it diminishes what others can hear. But if someone wants to pay to go to a concert and then talk with their friend, are they doing it wrong? If some frat guys (I’m being uncharitable) want to make jokes to each other by how they dance and make jack-off gestures, are they doing it wrong?
The answer, I’ve decided, is no. They might not be my future BFFs, but it’s not my place to say I’ve got it figured out and they don’t. Contextualize that to the Huffington Post piece, and I think MGMT might have had it wrong to not want to play “Kids” because it’s the only thing some people want to hear. I’m glad MGMT is playing “Kids,” if that was the only reason to stop playing it. If they decide they hate the song and don’t want to play it, I can live with that. But it shouldn’t be predicated on people attending their concerts properly. (See also Arcade Fire’s suggested dress code for concerts.) I bet of 3,000 people (or however many) at the show, there were about 3,000 reasons for wanting to be there.
Flip this argument one more time, though, and I think it strikes more directly at the heart of the pop-sociology of Memphis music audiences that I’ve constructed here in this long-winded straw man argument. Just as a band shouldn’t impose a behavior litmus test to an audience, so also is it not fair for the crowd to impose one on the band itself. We’re spoiled with a large population of terrific musicians and performers. If MGMT doesn’t strike your fancy, with their relaxed stage presence and heavily synthesized music, maybe they’re not for you. It’s not that they’re not doing it right. They’re just not doing it like you would. Extrapolate to whatever band playing whatever style. Maybe they’re not your cup of tea. Maybe there’s a show across town or one tomorrow night more to your liking.
Different strokes, as they say, but not a matter of right and wrong. Memphis sometimes needs to check the provincialism and self-satisfaction at the front door. I’ll start trying to do so myself.
Don’t have anywhere to go this Thanksgiving? The Memphis Gay & Lesbian Community Center has you covered.
The annual MGLCC Thanksgiving potluck will begin at noon on Thursday, November 28th and run through 4 p.m. They’ll provide the turkey and a vegetarian alternative, and guests are expected to bring sides and desserts.
Blues legend Johnny Winter will host a meet-and-greet and more at the Blues Foundation Tuesday. It’s a fund-raiser for the Blues Hall of Fame. Joe Boone has more.
Kosta Koufos and the rest of the Grizzlies’ frontcourt reserves just became a lot more important.
Tonight’s Grizzlies game against the Houston Rockets is going to be interesting, and not for the reasons anyone was expecting when looking at the schedule prior to Friday night’s home loss to the Spurs. With Marc Gasol, this game is an early-season chance to see how this year’s Grizzlies match up with the newly-Dwighted Rockets at the Grindhouse—a chance to measure the team against one of the other good teams in the Southwest division.
Without Gasol—who is out “indefinitely” with an MCL sprain suffered in that Friday night game—tonight’s game is an opportunity to test out new lineups and rotations that are going to have to be deployed for the next few weeks in Gasol’s absence. It’s a chance to see who’s going to start at center: coach Dave Joerger told the media he’s not sure whether it’ll be Ed Davis or Kosta Koufos. My money is on Koufos—after all, he started 81 games for the Nuggets last year—but we won’t know until Joerger makes that decision. At any rate, Gasol’s injury means that Koufos, Davis, and Jon Leuer are all going to have to step up and contribute, or else the Grizzlies’ much-feared frontcourt is going to take a serious hit.
This is a team that historically rallies when an important player goes down. In 2011, without Rudy Gay, they went on a tear through the Spurs and to 7 games against the Thunder in the second round. (Whether or not the success was because Gay was absent is a different discussion.) In 2012, Zach Randolph went down with an MCL sprain, and the Grizzlies—with Marreese Speights starting at power forward—managed to get home court advantage for the first time in franchise history. (We will not speak of what happened after that.)
The easy counterargument is that neither of those injuries were to Marc Gasol. Marc Gasol is the essential cog that makes the Grizzlies machine turn, on offense and on defense. He’s a distributor and a scorer, and on defense, he not only secures the paint, but also tells everybody else what’s happening, where they need to be, who’s about to do what. One of my favorite basketball things to watch is Marc Gasol recognizing exactly what play the other team is trying to run, and telling the rest of the Grizzlies on the floor exactly who is going to do what. I can’t find the footage to back this up, but I swear he’s flat-out shoved Ed Davis into position at least once. In short, he’s not just a scorer or a defender: he’s the guts of what makes the Grizzlies such a staunch opponent. His absence will be felt. It’s more a matter of whether the Grizzlies can hang on until he gets back in a Western Conference that’s more loaded than ever. (If the Grizzlies were in the East, Gasol could probably sit until the playoffs and they’d still get home court. But c’est la vie.)
So tonight is going to be the first step in an arduous journey for the Grizzlies: trying to figure out how they’re going to manage without Marc Gasol until he gets back.
I tweeted about this a little over the weekend, but: how much better is the Grizzlies’ situation with Gasol out now that Kosta Koufos is on the roster in place of Darrell Arthur? Can you imagine how much worse we’d all be feeling about the Grizzlies’ prospects for success in Gasol’s absence if he were still around? And, as a corollary, can you believe that the Nuggets gave this guy up for Darrell Arthur, who has been so depleted by injury that he doesn’t even look like the same player as the guy who jumped all over the Spurs in 2011?
To me, Gasol’s injury highlights how good of a move that was for the Grizzlies front office. They may not have been right about everything so far, but that trade on draft night is pretty close to daylight robbery of another franchise.
Whether he gets the start or Davis does, the fact that the Grizzlies were able to add Koufos to the roster this summer means they’re in much better shape than they would be otherwise. Obviously his skills as a high-post playmaker and passer are nowhere near what Gasol’s are—and neither are anybody else’s—but having a legitimate NBA starting center makes me feel much less panicky than I would otherwise right now.
I’m sure when the Grizzlies traded for Koufos, they didn’t anticipate having to deploy him as much as they’re probably going to have to now, but no matter who gets the start at center, the Grizzlies have some learning to do starting tonight: who are they going to be until Gasol gets back? Will they continue to fight like they did Friday night after Gasol went down? Are they going to still have the pieces they need to hang with the best of the Western Conference until Gasol returns? All questions without answers yet. Tonight, we’ll see.
For this week’s contest, something warm for the cold weather …
The first person to correctly identify the dish and the restaurant wins his or her choice of 5 Malco movie passes or a $60 gift certificate to Pearl’s Oyster House.
It’s a week to give thanks, so herewith my annual list of sport-related blessings.
• I’m thankful for Tom Hornsey on fourth down. Yeah, I’m a big fan of the punter. The one record in the Memphis Tiger book that will never be broken? Career punting yards. Through last Saturday’s game, Hornsey is up to 12,337.
• I’m thankful for George Lapides. The face (and certainly voice) of Memphis sports media.
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George Lapides
• I’m thankful for having witnessed four Michael Wacha starts at AutoZone Park. (Including a three-generation treat — with my mom and one of my daughters — for his debut on April 7th.) From Triple-A rookie to NLCS MVP in six months.
• I’m thankful for Penny Hardaway. If he’s not careful, his post-NBA philanthropy is going to make Memphians forget his playing days. (And the man was All-NBA. Twice.)
• I’m thankful for the 2013 NBA Western Conference finals. Never has a Memphis team felt more nationally relevant. (As for things I can do without, let’s start with teams that wear black.)
• I’m thankful for Memphis-Louisville on the hardwood twice this winter. And hopeful that Tom Bowen, Josh Pastner, and their Cardinal counterparts recognize the significance.
• I’m thankful for stories like that of D.J. Stephens. They make a sportswriter’s job easy.
• I’m thankful for David Freese memories. Remember, he was a postseason hero in Memphis two years before his Game 6 heroics during the 2011 World Series. He homered to win two different games, 1-0, on the Redbirds’ way to the 2009 Pacific Coast League title.
• I’m thankful for the tried-and-true University of Memphis football fans. You know who you are if you happen to read this list. (There are fewer than 20,000 of you.) The wait will be worth it.
• I’m thankful for Marc Gasol at the high post. And counting the days (if impatiently) till we see him there again.
• I’m thankful for Wolo and Bash.
• I’m thankful for SEC football. My goodness. You think the Pope takes Sunday seriously? He hasn’t seen Tuscaloosa (or Baton Rouge, or Gainesville, or Auburn, or even Knoxville in tough times) on fall Saturdays.
• I’m thankful for two daughters who have come to love soccer and softball. Team sports shape us in ways no classroom or job ever will.
• Along those lines, I’m thankful for a week last June with a three-sport teammate of mine. Wives (one each) and daughters (two each). Never saw it coming. Bliss.
• I’m thankful for the 11th hole at TPC Southwind. Every course should have an “island” green. I remain awestruck when the pros land a ball on that dry patch.
• I’m thankful for the Musial Sign and Pujols Seat at AutoZone Park.
• I’m thankful for Jacob Karam. Memphis will take pride in Karam years from now, and his football career will be incidental.
• I’m thankful for Josh Pastner’s positive energy. The man has a serious challenge on his hands, one that will impact his career path. He’s got to find a way to beat a strong opponent. I know there are cynics who’d prefer a grouchy coach who goes to the Final Four. Not me. I’ll take the coach with a positive outlook who goes to the Final Four. And I think Memphis can have both.
• I’m thankful for weekday matinees at AutoZone Park. Best drag on business under the sun.
• I’m thankful for the chance I had last spring to coach my 10-year-old daughter’s softball team. Undefeated seasons are special at any level. I’ll never forget the 2013 Ladybugs.
• I’m thankful for the Flyer’s loyal readership. We don’t make it a quarter century (in February 2014) without you.
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