notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Saturday, June 02, 2007


This may well be the last of my posts while the muck is in sports blog mode. With Detroit trailing 3-2 they head to Cleveland needing to win - if they do not it may well mean the end of the team that won in 2004. This is saddening to me for a number of reasons; they broke the Lakers strangle hold on the NBA, they contain no super stars but built their base on solid team work yet managed to field 4 players during one All Star game (ok, they're coach was the All Star coach that year but I didn't here anyone complaining, except for 'Sheed, who had booked a holiday, they should have picked Tayshaun), they contain the one and only Rasheed Wallace, they also have Chris Webber, one of the most talented players to grace the NBA, who also looks like Forrest Whitaker.

More than any of these factors though, I like this team; Rip Hamilton's face mask, Tayshaun's pre pubescent characteristics, 'Sheed throwing his headband into the crowd, the fact we have a player called Chauncey - I have dreaded this team disbanding and fading into history for a long time. I've written here that I thought that time may have come before now; when we lost in game 7 to San Antonio, when we lost to Miami in 6 games, and when we lost Ben Wallace to the Chicago Beat-a-Bulls. I thought they were wrong to sack Carlisle, mad to get rid of Brown, and didn't know how we'd cope without Stackhouse. Joe Dumars though, knew what he was doing every step of way; we've been in the Eastern Conference Finals 5 years in a row, and although I believe that even if we bow out tonight Big Joe will work his magic, it seems the net is tightening on this team, regardless of whether it is Cleveland or San Antonio's hands that land the deal the fatal blow.

You can't stop time I guess, but you can go out with a bang. I for one am obviously hoping for the latter. I won't be able to watch the game, but I turn in confident that if this is to be Detroit's swan song, they'll give all they have. I'll also hit the sack knowing that Detroit have been against the wall before and come out of the other side; losing in TRIPLE overtime to the Nets at the Palace to go 3-2 down in the 2004 semi finals. We ended up going home with the rings. I also know that LBJ CANNOT have another game like he did on Thursday/Friday, and that as long as we're breathing, we're not beat.

Good night Detroit, I hope to see you in the morning.

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