It is my favorite past time to criticize the Utah Jazz, particularly their bumbling draft picks, but I never thought I’d be overcome with such woebegone after just one game. And among all the terribleness, one horror managed to rise above the rest, that being the ineptitude of Enes Kanter. Against the Lakers, he was as much a Statue of Liberty at the top of the key as I’ve ever seen, his only movement being some sort of compulsive fake chest pass motion to no one in particular, the old “I’m going to pretend like I’m about to make a move even though I have absolutely no idea what to do with the ball at the moment.” We passed on Kemba Walker for this? We passed on Brandyn Knight for this? So that we could stick with Devin Harris, who oh-by-the-way sat the bench the entire fourth quarter apparently because Earl Watson’s star potential is so undeniably glaring. In Earl we trust?
It’s going to be a long season, Jazz fans, and our history of bumbling #0’s is embarking on a new era. Move over Greg O.