No puppies today.

For there is nothing cute nor cuddly about the way the Raps got destroyed in the third quarter last night.

Really?

You thought it would be okay to let professional players take pretty much uncontested shots and drive the lane at will hoping they would miss. You thought perhaps you were playing the Kings? It's the damn Pistons! You know, the team you haven't beat on their home court for almost six years! The semi-recent world champions? Ugh.

Really.

And you think it's good enough to grab the occasional rebound because lord knows the effort it requires to get down and dirty. You think you can make it up on the offensive end? Really? Have you seen your offence? No, of course not, no one has since Calderon left.

No, really.

You get no contributions from your D League Delight and Two-Faced Talent wing players and take your only decent wing player and turn him into your point guard because the drifters and unknowns you thought would be your back-up guards can't even back up a self-parking vehicle.

Really.

This is the best Raptors team assembled under Colangelo?

I assemble better things for breakfast.

I don't know what that means.

Now that's for real.