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Final Score: Wizards 107, Grizzlies 94: Barf.

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That was disgusting.

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I have no idea why or how, but the Wizards just beat the Grizzlies, 101-94, and the Grizzlies looked terrible. I was going to write this recap last night, but I was working on a big term paper for the last English class I'll ever have to take in college, and by the time the game was over, I was so frustrated I just stopped thinking about basketball and plowed ahead on my English paper.

I'm still frustrated, because look, regardless of how many points John Wall scored last night -- and he scored 47, for those of you following at home, yes, forty-seven points against one of the (supposedly) best defenses in the league -- regardless of how many points Wall was able to hang on the Grizzlies, Memphis only trailed 96-92 with 2:02 left in the game.

A four point deficit, and the Griz had two whole minutes to make it up, and instead, they got outscored 11-2 in the last two minutes of a close game.

I know Marc Gasol is hurt, but last night can't keep happening. Last year's team backed their way into the playoffs, too, losing to last year's edition of the Hornets, who weren't as good as this year's edition, and then barely beating the Bobcats in Charlotte. In case you don't remember, last year's Bobcats team had the worst winning percentage of any NBA team in the history of the NBA.

So it seems to me that last night was about focus and about intensity. I'll never accuse a professional athlete of not trying hard. I think they go out and try hard every night, or at least most of them do (Zach Randolph may have been trying hard, but he only got 8 and 7 in 28 minutes, and I don't put a lot of stock in the +/- stat, but his was -27). But the Grizzlies were not focused last night, and they got beat by a team that's better than their record indicates because they got caught off guard.

All we can do is hope they get it together again. Because that was, to quote the ancient philosopher Chuckus Barkleyus, turrble.

I thought about writing a haiku for this one, and then I came to the realization that some things are better left un-commemorated by poetry.