This Snakes start with two wins on the board, not earth-shattering, not dominant, but after last year's trainwreck, you’ll take it. It’s like when a team goes from a three-win NFL season to opening 2-1—the fanbase is already putting playoff scenarios into the group chat. And look, Million Dollar McVeigh—he’s at least playing like the bag wasn’t a total overpay. But—and this is the big caveat—those other new faces need to back him up. Otherwise, we’re just heading toward the same "McVeigh plus random chaos" script.
The Matchups That Matter
Lee’s whole night is basically going to hinge on foul trouble. You need him to battle Humphries and Cheatham. And good luck with that because Humphries + a distributor who actually looks for him (hi, Cameron) suddenly makes him look like 2019 USA Team Select beefed up by a Euro stint. Then you have Reyne Man and The Admiral—those guys have to hit threes or you’re living in Cottonland... and Cottonland is a cold, cruel place. Just pencil him for 40. That’s what he does. But the hack with Cotton is always the same—let him get his numbers, keep the rest of the team grounded.
The DJ Problem
This is the subplot I can’t shake. What does DJ actually want to be? Does he want to be the Robin to Cotton’s Batman? Or is he going full Nick Young “why not me” energy and just gunning himself into oblivion? That last game—ugly. He had the chuck-it DJ performance down to a science: seven bad shots, two makes, zero awareness. And here’s the scary part: he might be the early-season barometer. If he buys in, this works. If he keeps hijacking possessions, Wells is going to be forced to roll with the Cotton/Cameron backcourt. And that lineup, man, it just breathes. Humphries was literally smiling out there. That might’ve been the first time in five years he smiled on a basketball court.
The White Conundrum
White’s supposed to be this smart, versatile piece, right? Instead, he looks like DJ’s stunt double. If DJ is chucking, he’s chucking. If DJ makes a bad cut, he makes that same bad cut two minutes later. And for someone that allegedly has “basketball IQ,” this is getting into “maybe he’s not the genius everyone hyped” territory. The Naismith Mensa might not be sending him an invite anytime soon.
Sidelines and Storylines
From the sideline stuff—Forde finally has some real toys this year. Last season he was basically coaching with duct tape and prayer beads. And while it sucks not having Waardenberg in the mix (man, that would tie everything together), you at least see the shape of what this could be. On the other side, Wells—there’s real pressure. New import incoming, whispers of a bigger name down the pipeline. If this thing doesn’t click fast, there’s a world where it gets sideways for him quickly.
At the end of the day, this feels like a guard series game. McVeigh can do his million-dollar thing, Humphries can be engaged, but the deciding factor is Cotton’s supporting cast versus DJ’s decision-making. If you’re betting on drama: always bet on DJ’s ego to make it fun.