Game #21: Chicago Bulls 96 – Philadelphia 76ers 89

Drink Jip Jip Rocks, Shiraz (Best name for a wine yet!)

It would almost be nice to see Hinrich and Rip take their time coming back, to watch James Butler and Marquis Teague develop.

It would almost be nice to see Hinrich and Rip take their time coming back, to watch James Butler and Marquis Teague develop.

This edition of the Bulls should have a disclaimer for the casual fan whom may happen to stumble upon one of their contests while searching for something fetching. For the loyal Bulls fan, these games are poetry in motion. Alright, maybe it is closer to stumbling high school prose, but I love it all the same. Here is a team with its one true superstar… off the court, rehabbing and shilling shoes. To boot, last season’s bench was decimated and replaced with an evil bizarro version. Yet, they dig deep, play with grit, defend, and stay in games. They have heart and a coach that refuses to take any minute of ANY game off. Thus set the stage for tonight’s game.

This was an easy one to take off. The Bulls scrapped the night before and fell short, then had to fly out that night to the east coast and duel with one of the better teams in the East the next day. Instead of writing it off, your Chicago Bulls came in and battled in the trenches. In the first quarter, Philadelphia was hitting Js and out working the Bulls on the boards. It looked tailor-made for a thumping, even by those of us who should know better.

Surprisingly, the combination that led to Bulls to reversal was Rook Teague, James Butler, Luol Deng, Taj Gibson, and Joakim Noah. Teague was the belle of the ball, as the rookie has transended his shitpoor summer league and preseason showings to put in quality minutes when called upon. It is fun to watch the Bulls attack with Teague in there as it becomes less point guard-centric. With the aforementioned group, Taj largely stayed down-low, while the ball rotated around the top between the other four players. It gave the offense a more dynamic look that was much welcomed.

I kept waiting for Jo to grab a mic and address the crowd with a range of expletives.

I kept waiting for Jo to grab a mic and address the crowd with a range of expletives.

It is not a marathon, it is an effin’ iron man Luol Deng only logged 37.5 minutes tonight, and he certainly looked like he needed every last one of those 10.5 minutes of rest, as his jumper looked flatter than a pelican at red tide. Joakim Noah was not so lucky as he played every single minute of this game. Yeah, sure the box score reads 44:21 minutes for Noah, but I cannot personally recall any point where he was on the bench. And after getting flack in last season’s playoffs from the Philly crowd, when he went down injured, Noah was loving every second on the court. The Billy Goat’s finga’ gunz were a blazin’ anytime he dropped a shot. He hammed it up in glorious fashion with the Philly faithful, playing the role of the super villain. I would hate to think of my opinion on Noah if he were not a Bull. Luckily, that is not an issue.

About Judas Pato

Just another hard working member of the press, covering the Chicago Bulls and nonsense - often both, simultaneously.
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