Monday, November 3, 2008

Walter Herrmann: Talk to the Hand Bitch!

Fabio stole his looks. However, nobody is going to mistake his game. And nobody is going to hold him back this season. For this season is his, his for the taking. He of the name Walter "mother fucking" Herrmann. Yup, sign up and get on board the Walter Herrmann express, because he's putting on a show.

OK, it's only been two games and two games in November really mean jack shit in the long run. However, the Fabio look alike that sat on the end of the bench last season is making a difference. No longer will he sit intently on the bench with a a goofy Zoolander face, he's making his mark and earning his keep. Don't the Pistons need a fan favorite of such zest and swagger?

The resounding answer is YES. Yet, let's not get too excited and expect the "oohs" and "ahs" to shower from the Palace faithful every night. There is a new sense of trust in Detroit, but we've heard it before. Yup, we've heard the bench will play a vital role in the outcome of this season. Make no mistakes though the Argentinian is ready to fill a void for much needed "umph" off the once decrepit Pistons bench.

He electrified the fans in his first two games of the season. At one point in the season opener he made an awkward move on a fast break that appeared to be an homage to one Michael Jordan. Yup, catching the ball in stride he went up with the right hand and switched to the left in mid-air to finish with finesse and the bucket. You may recall MJ performing such an outer-worldly act in the 1991 NBA Finals. OK, it really didn't come off as pretty, but the message was clear -- Herrmann has arrived.

Against the Wizards he took over in the 4th quarter with dagger triples. Yes, thee Waler Herrmann took over. The Pistons were running plays for him down the stretch. Scratch your head now and say what the hell? Will this last? I don't know, but it sure is fun right now. Herrmann is already drawing the praise from the Detroit scribes. Just hear Mitch Albom out...


... and the tireless Walter Herrmann, whose intense expression, when he runs, suggests a man being chased by a wolf.

And Herrmann, he of the streaked-hair ponytail? Well -- there were more dropped jaws at his production than I think I've ever seen for a 10-point performance.


Yeah, I'm on board. I'm not expecting double digits each night. However, what's wrong with a little fun. That's right talk to the hand, because you ain't worthy of talking to such a pretty face. Walter Herrmann means business. Get in or get out of the fucking way.

1 comments:

Rupert Entwistle said...

I just picked this guy up on my fantasy team thanks to his fabio good looks.