Hardwood Paroxysm Presents: We’re not mad, we’re just disappointed and sad
I’m Not Mad, Damian Lillard, I’m Disappointed.
by Drew Corrigan (@Dcorrigan50) — Hardwood Paroxysm
I’m sad about Damian Lillard, very sad. I can’t tell you one time these playoffs that I tweeted the infamous “TRILLARD” after Lillard did something ridiculous. Writing about a hobbled Mike Conley making Lillard faceplant in the first-round was a sad day. The Blazers had so many injuries, but the fact remains that Lillard and LaMarcus Aldridge were supposed to produce more than a gentleman’s sweep against the Grizzlies.
Hadn’t we all become accustomed to Lillard’s bone-chilling clutch mechanics, especially in the playoffs? Lillard was supposed to be energized by the injuries, not have his wires cut short. The Blazers — and Lillard especially — looked defeated by the injuries and didn’t even want to try to test the Grizzlies. The man that shattered the NBA record for most three-pointers in his first two years shot 16 percent from deep on nearly six attempts per game. Sixteen percent. Listen, I could probably shoot at least 20 percent with some open looks. His field goal percentage of 40.6 percent is barely higher than the 40.2 minutes per game he played.
Like my mom echoed at me so much in high school: I’m not mad, I’m disappointed. You were supposed to show us that you can do this thing on your own. You’re supposed to be resilient. I wasn’t expecting you to go Black Mamba and carry the squad on your back, but at least show you have a back bone.
It’s just tha… I can’t finish. I don’t want to keep looking at his statistics page. There’s so much blood. Even Josh Smith would shake his head at Lillard’s playoff performance. Dammit Damian, this was supposed to be your chance to shine.
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