RMR Day Five: Guess Who Came to Dinner by Ron Richards The Jazz walloped the Marvin Williams and Salim Stoudamire deficient Hawks Thursday night, behind the double figure scoring of CJ Miles, Ronnie Brewer......Wait....... Ok, there must be a mistake here. The offical scorer’s report says that Haffa Araujo was leading scorer with 13 points? Cory Violette had 11? Nine in a brilliant second quarter? Paul Millsap had how many rebounds? Twelve? In a little more than half of the game? Please put the bottle on the table, mister. Step away from the table. Breathe into this straw........ I can believe Paul Millsap had any number of rebounds. Twenty? Sure. That might take about half the game, on a good day. I can’t wait until the first day he has twenty rebounds and the typesetter at the local rags pulls the article because the writer was obviously drinking. Or when Haffa scores twenty and 10 for the first time and mass suicides are reported in Toronto? That one may take a while. Maybe a year or two. But twenty rebounds for Paul Millsap? All in a days work, my dear. Good grief, and Cory Violette? To paraphrase a well known coach.....Where the hell have you been, boy? The same place that Dee Brown was at. Basketball heaven. Must be, because it can’t be real.77-56. That’s not a beating, it’s a crime of compassion. Putting someone so lifeless to restful, eternal sleep, ought to be the 11th commandment. "Thou shall put thy opponent to sleep. Failing that, beat the hell out of them." Yes, Sir! Consider it done! All right then, at least someone listens. This game was a laugher from the start of the second quarter, and never got closer than double figures thereafter. So much so that CJ sat on the bench a whole lot, and Ronnie Brewer didn’t have to perform his magic tricks which was a little disappointing, but at least we got to see a steal and dunk that will be repeated countless times this year. Haffa even hit some outside shots, hung onto the ball well, and made a great lob pass to Ronnie for a spectacular dunk. We’re going to see that a lot this year as well. Dunks. Lots of dunks. If there was a Jazzman that stood out from the rest, it would have to be Paul Millsap. The quiet, slightly undersized PF just keeps on keeping, ravaging the boards, and vacuuming the hardwoods for anything that even looks like it might belong to him. Seems like they all do. My sister had a little white kitty about the size of your hand that had an appetite way out of proportion to his size. She called him Kirby, as anything that even partly resembled food was inhaled in an instant. Seems there’s a basketball player on the Jazz that inhales rebounds like they were a precious commodity, and as rare as hen’s teeth. Only when Paul gets through. I hereby anoint you, Kirby Paul Millsap. Once in a great while there comes a rebounder......a natural one that has that special gift of knowing where a karoom is karooming, konstantly keeping klutzes on his back and the ball in Kirby’s klutches. In other words, he blocks out and the gets the ball, somehow, anyhow. It’s fun to watch. He also can sky, as he left the ground just inside the free throw line for a thunderous dunk over two seven-footers that barely slammed off the back rim when he was hacked with abandon by the aforementioned big guys. If that had gone, I’d have kissed him. Whew! Sometimes bad things happen to good people for the right reasons. I think the world of Paul.....but there are limits. And Cory Violette.....You know, all through the Revue I thought he was destined to never hit a jump shot, or make a pretty move into the paint for a nifty two....but Lo and Behold. A basketball player cometh. At least for a quarter. We’ll see if he can keep it up the next two games. I wondered why the Jazz seemed like they thought the kid could play. Maybe..... Dee Brown. Quicker than quick, faster than....anyone, Dee had the best game of the Revue so far. Right now he’s not getting the ball to the other players in the right spots, but his heart is good and he’ll learn. His shot has been off, but finally with the last bucket he hit I saw the ball come off his fingers just right........It’s exactly like golf where you try and steer the ball instead of making a good swing and trusting the years of sweat and guts that got you there. Trust it, Dee. It will go in. CJ Miles had a bad game, partly because he sat and never got into the feel of the game, and partly because he looks like he’s pressing. Relax, CJ. They will come. There you have it. A blowout by the bay, a slaughter of stupendous size, and the Rampage of Redwood Road. Road Redwood?