When you put off transcribing for a couple of weeks, you set yourself up for the day I'm about to have. On the docket: the MURDERBALL boys, David Benioff (partially finished), Vince Vaughn, and THE WEDDING CRASHERS scribes. That's roughly 120 minutes of tape.
Adding to my consternation, the thought that this is what it's going to take to prise Michael Redd from the Milwaukee Bucks (from Brian Windhorst's column at the AKRON BEACON JOURNAL):
If the Cavaliers can woo him enough to leave the rebuilding Bucks, there's a strong chance Redd will push for a sign-and-trade deal so he can get his maximum value.
The Bucks would have to be willing and would likely only bite if they were totally convinced Redd didn't want to return and were afraid of losing him for nothing. Even in that case, the Cavaliers would probably have to get a third team involved, because they don't have enough assets on their roster to deal for Redd.
The Bucks don't need salary-cap space, and the Cavaliers don't have available draft picks to trade. The only first-round pick they could trade would be for 2009.
Getting such a deal together could take weeks.
Hope abounded a week ago; now, I'm forecasting disaster, especially since the Clippers will likely push all in to retain the services of Bobby Simmons, my dark horse, mini-Pippen candidate. The silver lining here is, of course, that it's the Clippers with whom we'll be competing, but if the Mike Dunleavy era has really begun there, then the old Sterling's-gonna-fuck-it-up logic may no longer apply.
Notice that I'm already writing off Redd and Simmons, even though the Cavs have mountains of cash to throw around under the cap. This is the essence of Cleveland fandom, where the sword of Damocles hangs and drops repeatedly like a bobbing toy bird.
In much, much happier news, nice to have you joining us topside, Toshiro Lucas McWeeny. May you shine.