If Tyler Ulis doesn’t watch out, Mike James will take the title of “best midget point guard on the Suns” for himself. After scoring twelve points in ten minutes in the Suns’ disastrous opener, he was rewarded with 12 additional minutes of action, and scored exactly one more point. This is something called “progress”; you, as the viewer, might not be aware of such a concept because you’ve never made progress towards any of your personal life goals.
I’m going to be real here. Ulis is way better than James. When I said James would be the best midget point guard on the Suns, that was me making a joke. James seems to be a single-minded scorer; Ulis is both a scorer and a playmaker despite being trapped in a tiny midget body. When Ulis’ quadricep is all nice and healed, I don’t see how James continues to get significant amounts of minutes unless Bledsoe gets traded.
Thanks to my unexpected genius, I have a bold new plan to bolster the Suns’ tank: trade Bledsoe for whatever, then roll with a Ulis-James point guard tandem that will play no defense against a western conference that’s stacked with elite players at that position, and lose every game by forty points.