Los Angeles Clippers
MVP: Blake Griffin. Griffin flirted with a triple-double in the first half and finished with 26 points, 11 rebounds and six assists in only 25 minutes. He’s now scored 25-plus points in 11 of his past 12 games..
LVP: The NBA rulebook. Couldn’t we have finished this early? The Clippers led by 56 at one point in the third quarter. If this were “White Men Can’t Jump”, the game would’ve ended after Griffin threw down his second straight windmill, alley-oop dunk in the second quarter.
That was … uncompetitive: The 76ers never stood a chance, falling down 13-0 right out of the gate. The Clippers led 46-15 at the end of one on their way to a franchise-record 45-point victory.
— Fred Katz
The Lob. The (Reverse) Jam.
Tweet(s) of the Night
— netw3rk (@netw3rk) February 10, 2014
fifty-nine, hey hummumana hummanana do I hear 60? 60? Can I get 60?
— J.A. Adande (@jadande) February 10, 2014
So this will not be good for the Sixers' point differential.
— Kevin Pelton (@kpelton) February 10, 2014
The Depth Charge
|Byron Mullens, C||INACTIVE|
|Ryan Hollins, C||18||5-5||0-0||0-0||3||1||4||2||0||2||2||2||+2||10|
|Antawn Jamison, PF||10||4-5||0-1||0-0||0||4||4||1||0||0||0||1||-1||8|
|Hedo Turkoglu, PF||12||0-0||0-0||0-0||1||6||7||3||0||1||3||2||+15||1|
ClipperBlog Live’s Best Moment
No CBL tonight. I mean, did you see the final score?
Check Your Messages
Step Into The Realm
You woke up 10 years ago with an inscrutable ache in your back. You could swear there were at least five voices sounding off in your head at one time. No, this is not a hangover I’m describing. You flinch — a whistle, rubber screeching on hardwood. You are the Clippers: historically forgettable, astronomically bad.
But things are not so bad right now. In fact, you’ve never felt peace like this before. The voices finally start working in unison. You are the lone sorcerer amid a whirlwind of chaos. Even when things grasp out of your control, you take solace in the sheer volume of options presented to you. Your power forward can run pick and rolls with your center. Your sixth man is your starter, and he concocts makeshift 4-point plays. A three is just not enough sometimes. Your power forward possesses speed and dexterity unknown to men his size. Your center, towering over him, is somehow ahead of him in transition.
The voices rally behind a unifying theme — even when their unifying leader is missing. Today, he returns. A tornado meets a volcano. There are times you yearn for the past, for the excesses and foibles of fully-formed humanity: mind and body as one, self-utility, an existence that doesn’t leave so much up to the fates. But you’ve become familiarized with your new existence in more ways than one. The ceiling quickly becomes the ground floor.
Tonight, if you were a person, you wouldn’t know what to do with your hands.
– Seerat Sohi
Sample in a Jar
Oh, Basketball. Sometimes we sit down to watch you, a gentlemanly game of basket-exchange, expecting clean and precise statistics and themes to emerge. “Oh, there was another 4/5 pick-and-roll, how wonderful!” “Look, the starting point guard is back — don’t the fast-breaks seem fluid?” Basketball, you are, after all, equal parts theater, alchemy, and good, old-fashioned mother nature.
And then, all of a sudden, instead of grids and ballet and bighorn sheep, a music festival breaks out on the court, and one of the teams isn’t acting so chivalrous. They’re hogging the spotlight, jamming for an ungodly amount of time — So this is what it’s like to like Phish! — and everything we thought we’d see in tonight’s game recedes to the shadows. Chris Paul what? World B. who?
You surprised me tonight, Basketball. A 13-0 start for Los Angeles, 47-15 after the first quarter, 69-30 at half, and then I started daydreaming about Willie Green nicknames and the coolest way to tattoo “The Machine” on your body, lulled into a pleasant liminal state I like to call “Windmill Dunk Town.” DeAndre Jordan finished with 20 rebounds and a +42 +/-. Paul played 23 minutes. Hedo Turkoglu, a man who recently broke his own ankles, got a block. This is great. Nobody wake me up.
– Luke Laubhan
What The Heck Was That?
I’ve never before been disappointed to see a player fail to post a triple-double in a first half. After this game, I can’t say that’s true anymore. As soon as Blake Griffin returned from his shin bang-up with Tony Wroten, all I wanted to see was a few more rebounds and four more assists. And he had an ample nine minutes to do it.
But Griffin didn’t get there. Because he started to score a little bit more and pass a little bit less. Because that isn’t something that happens on a basketball court. Because a triple-double in the first half isn’t realistic. But nothing about this game was realistic so still, I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to see a first-half triple-double, because Sunday, our expectations were allowed to be in the video-game realm of unrealistic.
– Fred Katz
With this 45-point blowout win, the Clippers managed to increase their margin of victory almost a full point, from +5.66 to +6.39. In one game. 54 games into a season.
– Andrew Han