I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time

Scattered Ashes

Nuggets 133 - Grizzlies 123
And so begins the MVP talk.
In 114 minutes of gametime Carmelo Anthony has scored 113 points. He is averaging 37/8/5. He leads the team in steals. He is doing the right things. He is saying the right things. He is the right thing. This is the kind of best behavior that gets your toddler his own mascot.
Just as the Broncos snuck in to become the surprise team of early NFL season, the Nuggets have used an overwhelming offensive arsenal and timely dfensive plays to jump out to a pleasing 3-0. Granted, there are problems. Giving up this many points to the Grizzlies (specifically 40 in an atrocious first quarter that made it look like the Nugs thought they wouldn't need to sweat on the sabbath) shows that the interior defense will be the season-long struggle everyone expected. There just isn't enough size, not until Bird gets stronger or Nene plays bigger. The Nugs also showed an underacheiving propensity in these first few, allowing a terrible Jazz team to hang around all night long before finally realizing how easy it would be to put them away (take my word for it, the Jazz are awful. They can't fit Boozer and Millsap together, D-Will is their only offense, and all of the preseasomn predictions that they would win the division were obviously made with only reputation in mind).
Still, the Nugs are in good shape. The Lakers have already lost, showing that with Gasol out they easily regress to the post-Shaq KB-Show. The Blazers are still waiting for their constantly bubbling chemistry to simmer down. The Spurs look old and oversold. There is room in the West for the Nuggets to start a fire that no one can put out, and if you ask me, smoke is already rising in the mountains.
So hang tight to that atrocious caricature of a cartoon, Kiyan. Your daddy's going to take us for a hell of a ride.