"Ain't No Party Like a Z-Bo Party"

Randolph's Still Got It, At Least in Portland

"It" being a penchant for ending up in situations involving the police and threats of gunfire. During the team's recent West Coast swing, Randolph was either throwing or attending (depending on who you ask) a party at a club or restaurant (depending on who you ask) where the cops were called going on 2:30 in the AM because of a fight involving our man. A bouncer called the coppers after hearing threats about guns and caps and the busting of the aforementioned caps with the help of those very same guns.

The basketball-angle here is that this took place the night before the game. Obviously it would be best for the team's winning percentage if Herb Williams was doing bed-checks at 11:00 PM every night, but since that is not an option it doesn't really bother me too much that Zach was out on the town. After all, he used to live there. And, he had a double-double the next night.

Eschewing the high-road, the two things I take away from this story are:

1. Does this make Randolph harder or easier to trade, from internal and external perspectives?

2. This line from the Portland Tribune's coverage of the story pretty much sums up why Zach is no longer a Blazer: "The only thing surprising about all this? The party didn’t occur at the strip joint Exotica, one of Randolph’s haunts of choice while living in our fair city."