I was sort of losing it as I watched Ivica Zubac dominate the Bucks for a little 12-minute stretch there late in the game. The Bucks had a huge lead, then Caruso and Zubac come in with their “chemistry” and “passing” and “whiteness” and dismantle the Bucks’ defense possession after possession. Each successive basket got me angrier and angrier, until the game was finally tied, and I snapped. I admit, friends, that I punched my poor little kitty, Japurri Purrker, even though he didn’t do anything wrong.
It was more of a tap, really, and it was right on his big fat stomach so he thought I was giving him scritchies and he flopped over and purred. So I don’t think he’s too traumatized by the experience. Unlike me. Frickin’ Zubac, man. The Bucks didn’t even have a center in the game for part of the time he was dominating! At least put Marshall Plumlee in and see if he can rough him up a bit.
The Lakers ended up losing, presumably because they didn’t let Zubac play the entire remainder of the game. Sometimes you just have to let the players that got you back in the game go the whole distance. That means not Brook Lopez.