Well, maybe not, but it is a pretty special and unbelievable record. Crawfor played 60 minutes and committed 0 fouls. That is the most minutes an NBA player has ever played in a single game without committing a foul.

That’s 5 full quarters without a hand-check, an over-the-back or a block. Obviously, steals, fouls and other defensive stats aren’t necessarily indicative of a player’s defensive ability, but for a guy like Crawford, for whom the jury already done come in with guilty verdict of negligence, 60 minutes and 0 fouls is truly a transcendant performance. I especially liked when he watched Kevin Martin go to the hoop for a game-tying dunk with 20 seconds left in the game instead of trying to stop him.

The Oakland Warriors: where records that don’t help you win happen.

How many real Warriors fans truly care?

I would’ve rather seen Marco Belinelli build on his career high and score 30 or witnessed Brandon Wright tough out a rough first quarter than see some former never-was drop 50 on one of the three or four teams worse than his own. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Crawford can score 50 points on the meekest opponent then shoot 1-15 against a team that matters.

Here’s a great quote from Gerald Wallace regarding tonight’s game: “Basically you’ve got a guy out there with his confidence as high as the sky and he’s only playing one end,” Wallace said of Crawford. “He’s only playing offense, so what can you say?”

Uhhhh…that sounds like he’s earnerd some respect over the years.

And a quote from Crawford himself: “I feel like I can pretty much get any shot I want,” Crawford said. “I let people off the hook by settling for jump shots.”

What a prince. What a great guy.

He fully admits he doesn’t go for the kill. He lets guys “off the hook”.

Sorry, but I don’t want my team’s best players to let the other team off the hook. I want them to do what it takes to win. Slit the other team’s throats. Pull a Mike Tyson and eat their children (with dignity and sportsmanship, of course). C’mon!

The guy is lazy and just floats from team to team doing what he can when he feels like it. He knows what his “problem” is, the thing that keeps him from realizing his potential, and yet nothing changes. He’s been doing this throughout his whole career, except now people don’t bat an eyelash or raise an eyebrow at one of his random, unexpected power surges. Great, you dropped 50 on the Charlotte Bobcats. Now, let’s see you do it on the Lakers, Cavs, Celtics or Spurs.

Whoop dee doo. I’d rather watch Belinelli run the point.

Wake me when it’s over.

After he and Baron essentially swapped uniforms, I’ve had a running bet with a friend on which one of these hired guns would get hurt first. Looks like I was wrong, and I owe him a steak dinner (Sizzler anyone?). Our 29 year-old swingman appears to have made the first pit-stop. With the Warriors looking pretty abysmal as it is, I can’t say that I’m all that upset/disappointed by this news. I really do NOT enjoy watching Corey play. His game is boring and predictable. He has no flair for the dramatic. Sure he can dunk reasonably well (though unimaginatively), and he shoots a lot of free throws, but he lacks the intangibles, that something-else-that-brings-you-to-the-arena that really captures a sports fan’s imagination.

Sports is about hope and potential. The hope of an improbable upset or a charmed playoff run. The potential of a young high-flyer leading even younger high-flyers to the promised land. That’s why we’re fans. Not to see Magettee and Jamal Crawford do all the things they’ve done throughout their long careers to get people falsely excited, only to cruelly disappoint them soon after.

No doubt the ramifications of Maggette’s new, bad contract will put our favorite Oakland team in a dangerous position. It will require both Chris Mullin’s eventual replacement and Robert Rowell’s ego to do some creative accounting and intense finger-crossing. It will be the albatross around the Warriors’ neck. It will suck.

But at least this means, for a while, we’ll be seeing a lot more of the younger guys out there.

I never wish injury upon any player, but I look forward to watching the young W’s consistently amaze and frustrate on consecutive plays as their potential manifests itself to the highest and lowest degrees.