Player of the D.A.Y.

by April 12, 2007

By Sam Rubenstein

This morning, after writing the D.A.Y. and reheating a delicious breakfast sandwich that my girlfriend’s aunt was forced to make for me on Easter Sunday, I got on the train to come to work as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the FIRE somewhere on the tracks and SMOKE everywhere. I was kicked off the train, and had to figure out some other way to get here. The best solution was to take the bus to another train. Not a bad solution, other than the fact that there were 4 firetrucks making it near impossible for the bus to get through. Oh, it was raining out too. Great morning! When I got to the alternate train, the fire department was there too, and it looked like a jewelry store had burned down and they were trying to salvage it or something. I really didn’t have time to investigate further, with patience wearing thin.

But I am here to give you a Player of the D.A.Y. on an NBA night that was… let’s just end this sad little charade, shall we? Melo and Iverson put up big numbers again, but that’s partially because they run so much. Honorable mention to Tim Duncan with his 26 and 13 against the Kings. Brad Miller played 9 minutes and didn’t score, before checking out with plantar fascitis. This was on the heels of his triple double against Memphis. I guess that’s what makes San Antonio different from Memphis. Quincy Douby had the DNP of the night. You may remember “Robert Horry DNP – old age”, well here’s Quincy’s:

Okay then. In the year of the DNP, that’s one of my favorites. The Pistons secured home court throughout the Eastern Conference Playoffs by beating the team they might play in the first round. Chauncey Billups had 28 and 8 on 10 of 13 shooting. Good enough. I’m starting to think that maybe tomorrow I should call it a season and give the Player of the Y.E.A.R. out on Monday. Fire up the database Reggie.

Player of the D.A.Y. is Chauncey Billups, and I’ll tie that into this nice re-telling of the Knicks “Running up the score for Big Macs” thing, written by a different Billups, that I am too ashamed to write about.