I just wish we could be a little more creative. Do something different. Booing everytime he touches the ball just makes us look lame. The only thing it accomplishes is inspiring his teammates to play that much harder for him. I am sure our players will cringe when they hear the boos. I know it is impossible to do, but one time I would just like to hear dead silence when a player like him returns and is introduced. I would rather make him feel like we could care less about him, then letting him know how much he hurt us by leaving. I say don't cheer and don't boo. Give him what he gave us when he left.........the cold shoulder.
I agree. But it's far easier to organize action than inaction. Even if you were to organize a "silence", there are enough silly sallies (and Spurs fans) that all he'll hear is cheering in an otherwise oddly quiet arena. I don't like the idea of booing - not because of his feelings, but because it (a) is what he expects, (b) can be used as motivation, and (c) validates the idea that we're upset by his departure. That's why I think the Marsha Toss is the best option. It would also probably make it on ESPN.
I agree, but unfortunately that appears to be what we are. It could be nationally televised and we're just going to come across as butt-hurt, emotionally stunted idiots booing the guy every time he touches it while we lose by 25. He'll look good, we'll look bush-league. Or we cheer him and everyone praises Portland for being such a great and classy basketball city with amazing fans who deserve better.
I think his first time back we should hoist a number 12 jersey with a big X through it up to the rafters. Remind him of what he passed up.
even better retire his number with someone else's name on it. Rick Adelman (1971-1973) Mo Layton (1974) Billy Ray Bates (1980-1982) Fat Lever (1983-1984) Lamont Strothers (1992) Steve Henson (1995) Randolph Childress (1996-1997) John Crotty (1998-1999) Detlef Schrempf (2000-2001) Erick Barkley (2002) Sergei Monia (2006)
I think plain boos are too vanilla in this case. I think Portland fans should chant: "Maaaarsha, Maaaaarsha, maaaarsha, maaarsha" in the most annoying repetitive voice possible. It's the best kind of insult because: a. it's annoying as hell. b.He won't understand it for the first few minutes, but after that he'll be annoyed as fuck being called a female for so many times while he can't do anything about it. c. It's plain fun for the fans.
Maybe it's the pragmatic streak in me? But the way I see it, by bolting for greener pastures LaMarcus simply accelerated the Blazers' rebuild plan and kept them from spinning their wheels trying to convince themselves that they were "this close" to winning a title with LMA as its best player and a roster that was likely never going to be much more than an also-ran. If anything I'll pour myself a nice tumbler of Bulleit and soda and drink a toast to the man when he's in town, just to say thanks.
What sad is that in 10 years the Blazers WILL retire Lamarcus 's jersey. It will be one of those three day love fests they have every once in a while. One of those "now that we are all old and retired" BS deals publicists love. They will show Aldridge hugging Lillard over and over again on the scoreboards. LMA'S championship ring on his finger. We are saps.
It's all good, man. I was mostly being a smart ass, but I was going to respond with the typical, 'F-ing rookie!" or something along those lines (or the whiny "Do we really need another thread on this?"). Figured I'd keep it simple.
Ah yes, because having a reputation for great and classy fans who deserve better has served us so well........or, wait, no it hasn't. Players like LA praise our fans while leaving them in the ditch. Fuck that guy.
I'm kind of indifferent. I liked having LA on the team. I appreciated having a player like LA that gave me confidence that the blazers could win any game they competed in, but I never really believed he could get the blazers "over the top", or whatever. Honestly, I don't know if I'd boo him or not, it'd probably just depend entirely on my mood. He might even get a golf clap off of me.
