The space in between summer leagues and preseason is a dead time. Imagine the folk singer in Frank's bar during the second season of True Detective playing a slow brooding song to no one other than that one passed out, possibly dead, guy at the bar (is that Stan??? STAN!!!).
If you haven't seen the second season of True Detective (I envy you), just imagine tumbleweed, or quietly waiting, staring at the corner of the room where two walls meet while on timeout as a kid. A long stretch where time mostly sits still and it's almost always fairly dull. It's no man's land is what I'm getting at.
And a lot of nothing has happened since the Sixers signed Richaun Holmes, a whoooole lot of nothing. I am now going to comment on some aspects of the nothingness.
If you haven't seen the second season of True Detective (I envy you), just imagine tumbleweed, or quietly waiting, staring at the corner of the room where two walls meet while on timeout as a kid. A long stretch where time mostly sits still and it's almost always fairly dull. It's no man's land is what I'm getting at.
And a lot of nothing has happened since the Sixers signed Richaun Holmes, a whoooole lot of nothing. I am now going to comment on some aspects of the nothingness.
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