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Well, not officially for a little bit still, but ummmm yeah.

We’ve got a big announcement to make tomorrow morning, we’ll give you one guess but you’ll only need #0

Figure it out, detectives — Damian Lillard is this season’s Rookie of the Year. And to that we say, “Duh.”

While a case certainly could be made for Anthony Davis, the fact of the matter is that Lillard led all rookies in scoring with 19.0 points per game, and that’s usually enough to win this award. In fact, if you include Lillard’s win, the leading rookie scorers from each of the past four seasons has taken home ROY. And if you throw out Derrick Rose winning the trophy over 2008-09′s leading rookie scorer, OJ Mayo, you have to go back to 2003-04 — when Carmelo Anthony outscored LeBron James by 0.1 ppg while losing out on ROY to James — for the next-most recent example of the exception proving the rule. Throw in the fact that Lillard led the entire league in total minutes played while starting every single game at point guard for an almost-playoff team in the Western Conference, and like I said, duh. (Also, Lillard won every single Western Conference Rookie of the Month this season, so again, duh.)

Luckily for Damian, the NBA’s Rookie of the Year trophy is just a piece of glass on a little wooden stand, and not anything that could be mistaken for a tiny historic statue. Things could have gotten pretty awkward at that ceremony.

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I’ve been to Portland a few times in the past couple of years and I’ve loved it every time I visited. It’s not too hot, too sunny or too boring and you can pretty much always find artisanal ginger ale, so I was bound to like the place.

But I’ve never been an out-of-shape point guard playing in front of city who is completely and totally basketball-crazed. If that were the case — and if I’d so badly underperformed that everyone in Portland thought I was a stupid fatso — then maybe I wouldn’t be such a fan of Portland. Because if that were the case I’d be Raymond Felton.

From Newsday’s Al Iannazone:

Raymond Felton said when returns to Portland tomorrow: “there are certain people there I don’t want to see and better not come near me.”

And from the New York Daily News’ Frank Isola:

Raymond Felton on the eve of his return to Portland says his brief time with the Blazers was the “worst moment I had in basketball for sure”

I don’t know what it is exactly, but something tells me Raymond Felton isn’t the biggest fan of Portland. Maybe he hates birds or beards or giant bookstores, but there’s just a certain I don’t know what that makes it seem like Felton didn’t really enjoy his time there.

Could it be that he shot worse from the field in Portland than he did in every season since his second year? Or that he scored the fewest points per 36 minutes of his entire career while he was there? Then again, it might be because he had the ninth-lowest PER among all guards who started at least 50 games during his single miserable season with the Trail Blazers, meaning he was just about as good as Gerald Henderson. Now that I think about it, the reasons why he might hate Portland seem to be piling up.

Oh, and there’s also that part of his Portland experience where he showed up extremely overweight and was photographed eating cupcakes so his nickname kind of became Cupcakes. That might have done it too. Heavy guys hate insulting nicknames. Guess he’ll just have to hang 5o on all those mean bloggers.

(via BlazersEdge)

Don’t tell Reggie Miller, but if you calculate his famous outburst’s points per second (0.89 pps), it comes in a bit behind LaMarcus Aldridge’s game-winning performance from last night (1.0 pps). Ergo, LaMarcus Aldridge is a Hall of Famer. LMA might need a belly button tattoo to lock down his induction, but the math certainly works out. Nice shooting.

Very cool Antonioni-esque long shot here, but perhaps you would prefer the more stylized reverse angle that comes along with the Blazers’ radio call of Wessy Wes’ bombs that completed the Blazers’ 13-point second half comeback. I know I did.

No matter which version you prefer, just know three things: 1) Thanks to those threes, the Trail Blazers’ crowd got as loud as last year’s Super Bowl; 2) Tas Melas couldn’t sleep last night he was so happy; 3) Wesley Matthews’ nickname is apparently “The Assassin,” I guess? Works for me.

Huge win for the Blazers. Keep Portland loud.

Almost a year ago, LaMarcus Aldridge wrecked a Ferrari and then went out and dominated the Denver Nuggets. At the time, I jokingly suggested the Trail Blazers figure out a way for Aldridge to safely wreck a luxury car before every game. Haha, jokes.

But it looks like they might have finally considered my genius strategy that was totally serious. From the Oregonian:

For the second time in the last 11 months, Aldridge on Monday was involved in a car accident on his way to the Blazers game, and for the second time, he played like nothing was awry.

Aldridge had 27 points, 10 rebounds and five assists to help the Blazers beat Orlando 125-119 in overtime, even though much of his pregame was spent dealing with insurance paperwork and frayed nerves from a fender bender two blocks from the Rose Garden arena. [...]

“I don’t know what it is, I keep getting hit by people,’’ Aldridge said chuckling. “I was like: ‘Not again.’ But this time it wasn’t as bad.’’

On Monday, Aldridge said he was in his 2013 Mercedes Benz – a car he purchased less than a week ago. “I don’t even have plates on it yet,’’ Aldridge said. [...]

His 2013 Benz is a special edition because it comes with a chocolate mocha paint.

“It’s the first one they made in that color,’’ Aldridge said. “That’s why I got it. Getting it repainted will be tough.’’

Though we don’t have complete collision stats for LaMarcus, going off of his performance in these two games, we can easily see that he’s averaging 28.5 ppg, 9.5 rpg and 5 apg, which would virtually guarantee him the MVP since those kind of numbers have only been seen six times in NBA history. And while the cost and danger of this technique remains prohibitive, we can also easily see that it’s hugely effective. At this point, teams are going to need to add “plays extremely well after car accidents” to their scouting reports, just in case there’s a lot of traffic in Portland.

Tough break about the car though. You don’t see a lot of brown Benzes and I’m guessing you see even fewer that have been through car accidents, since the people who drive them must be very careful with their investments. Lucky for LaMarcus, he’s making a cool $13.5 million this season, so he’ll be able to afford the finest car painters that money can buy. (Personally, I’d go with these guys, but I understand if he wants to stick with someone local.) And maybe he’ll get a chance to throw plates on that bad boy too. Safety first, unless you’re trying to score 30 a game.

Between the chyron explaining how many lead-taking shots he’s made and the announcer perfectly calling the play, Damian Lillard’s game-winning three kind of feels scripted. It’s like everything was in order for an iconic moment, so both teams agreed to just let it happen.

This is the kind of shot that leads Rookie of the Year highlight packages though, so I’m glad they went through with the plan. Pretty much nailed it, as far as I’m concerned.

The Portland Trail Blazers are in Washington, D.C., trying to hand the Wizards their 13th consecutive loss to start the season. This is great news for fans of history, but terrible for rookie point guards who are legitimately scared of statues of dead people.

From Damian Lilllard’s Twitter:

I like DC. I wana come back and visit the memorials even though I’m scared of statues

People I’m only scared of historic statues. Abraham Lincoln , MLK, etc . Had a bad experience at the wax museum lmao

I’m not sure what’s weirder here — that Damian Lillard is scared of statues or the idea of having a bad experience at the wax museum. Either way, it sounds like Damian Lillard should definitely avoid this place because that seems like a disaster waiting to happen.