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A Toast to the Little Things

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The NBA schedule comes out in its entirety tomorrow. That means a number of things:

1) The season is going to be much shorter (duh);
2) Fewer rest days;
3) Delayed start and finish of the playoffs;
4) An awesome slate of games on Christmas;
5) A return to normalcy. Not new normalcy. Just regular ol’ normalcy.

I am ecstatic that the NBA is back, regardless of my feelings on the final agreement (fingers crossed that small market teams don’t get screwed while players still have freedom of mobility!). After months of uncertainty, borderline-depression, and frustration from being deprived one of my favorite mental outlets, we’ve got a season. The stars have returned. The big personalities have returned. The scrappers, screen-setters, 3-point specialists, stoppers, veterans, has-beens, never-weres, could-bes, will-bes, and Metta World Peace are all back. And I, for one, am going to go out of my way to try to cherish the time I have with this sport, because who knows when it could be taken from me again? [Note: probably in 6 years, when the owners or union can exercise their opt-out clause.]

Like that child in the video above, getting simple pleasure out of a simple part of a simple song, I want to make sure that every little thing makes me happy. Nail-biter triple-overtime game in April? Yes please! Snoozer blowout late February? You betcha. Beer that fills a glass upside-down? I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Raise a glass of whatever your drink of choice may be. Cheers to a new season! Bottoms up!

[Note: If you didn't watch the whole video above, that's OK. Just make sure the song is still playing when you watch the video below. It adds to it. Trust me, I'm a blogger.]

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Shaq’s Gettin’ Ready

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As you may know, TNT hired Shaq as an NBA analyst soon after his retirement this summer. As you may also know, the NBA has yet to start. This has left the Diesel mothballed for a considerable amount of time, although not more than usual. However, with a CBA agreement rapidly approaching ratification and the season slated to begin Christmas day, TNT is ready to release the Shaqken:

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(h/t to I Am A GM)

Well, that was lovely and typical entertaining Shaq. But well, he’s not a professional musician, so get ready for the real deal(s)! The Temptations delivered the first and most-widely known version of “Get Ready”, which was written by America’s greatest living poet, Smokey Robinson. The title was conferred on Robinson by Bob Dylan, by the way.

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Well, just three years later in 1969, rock and funk band Rare Earth decided to put out a reworked, 21-minute jam version of the song that is the basis for Shaq’s rendition. It eschews the brassier northern soul of the original and adds in an exciting saxophone and drum solo. But I’ll just put on the single-version, the full-length is worth seeking out though!

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And yes, I’m quite ready for the NBA. Only 21 days away!

NBLC Roundup: No Miracle in Sight

 

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Halifax Rainmen 104 – Moncton Miracles 95

Hot off the press! My game of the week was this afternoon’s matchup between Moncton and Halifax. For the the first half of the opening period, there was little defense and a lot of offense to be found. The Rainmen and Miracles both easily found their way to the basket for a score or kickout to wide open 3-point shooters. Although, Halifax standout Joey Haywood made a great jump into the passing lane getting a steal for a breakaway layup. After settling to 20-19 advantage for Moncton, the game slowed down as both teams began to struggle for points, but Halifax less so ending the quarter in the lead, 29-24.

For the 2nd quarter, Halifax ultimately assumed greater control, although they let Moncton back into temporarily. The Miracles nearly tied the game at 39, but Halifax surged ahead with a 9-point run keyed by a Justin Johnson 3 pointer and Taliek Brown instantly stealing Moncton’s subsequent inbounds pass for an easy layup. By the half, the score rested at 56-49 in favor of Halifax thanks to a 13 to 5 turnover margin in favor of the Rainmen.

In the second half, Halifax would teeter on the cusp of blowing the Miracles out, but would always relax as the lead ballooned. Finally with 5 minutes left in the game, the Rainmen turned it on and turned the Miracles out for good. The lead surged to 17 points and Halifax dragged the clock out to secure the win, although Tyrone Levitt put up an incredibly unnecessary and rushed layup that allows teams to squirm back into a game. But not this one. With the win, Halifax brings their record to 4-4. Moncton is now 0-10.

Box Score Standouts of the Week

Akeem Wright

In a barn burner last Sunday, Oshawa barely outlasted the Rainmen 115 – 111 in large part to Akeem Wright’s blockbuster 33 points, 10 rebounds, 5 assists, 2 steals and block. Per my norm, putting up 33 points doesn’t always impress, but doing it on 6-6 FTs, 9-15 2-pt FGs and 3-4 3Pt FGs gets me in a tizzy. Just another marvelous night for Wright.*

*the game was actually played in the afternoon. Moving on…

Will Blalock, Anthony Anderson and Greg Plummer

That’s right, a three-for-one standout special. I couldn’t choose just one from this troika of outstanding performances on Wednesday night. In their blowout of Summerside, the Saint John Mill Rats received an uber-efficient offensive performance from Anthony Anderson, which is the norm for the NBL’s leading scorer. 23 points on 10-13 shooting. Amazingly, teammate Greg Plummer outdid Anderson by netting 25 points on 10-11 shooting.

With all that hot shooting, it’s little surprise that PG Will Blalock dropped 13 dimes on the night, but also only turned the ball over once. Blalock also tossed in 18 points on 5-5 shooting for good measure. The only chink in his armor was going 6-10 from the FT. But that’s nitpicking. Blalock’s 13 assists set the NBL record forone game.

Ricky Volcy

Ringing in the new month, the Quebec Kebs did a little smacking of the Summerside Storm, too. Sure other players put up more points, but I was enamored with Ricky Volcy’s Tom Gola like performance. Mimicking the hall of famer’s all-around skills, Volcy had a definitive glue-guy performance: 12 points, 8 rebounds, 8 assists, 3 steals and 2 blocks with one turnover.

Eddie Smith

Finally, guard Eddie Smith was a disruptive, annoying force in favor of the London Lightning as the Ontarian squad defeated the Summerside Storm… sorry, the Storm turned out to be this week’s whipping boy. Anyhoo, Smith dazzled with 23 points, 8 assists, 6 rebounds and a whopping 8 steals. With those 8 thefts, Smith is now the NBL’s all-time leader for steals in one game.

Don’t Worry, The Charlotte Bobcats Will Be Just Fine.

Corey Maggette has proven himself to be an adept scorer during his time in the NBA (a career 18.2 PER and 0.133 WS/48 are nothing to scoff at), notwithstanding last season. But many (namely, Milwaukee Bucks’ fans) doubt the plausibility of running an effective offense through Corey Maggette. In a related thought, most believe the Bobcats will be one of the worst teams in the NBA this season. But good news still remains for Bobcats’ fans. Direct video evidence strongly contradicts those that doubt the “Corey Maggette Offensive System”.

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See? He didn’t even get called for the travel.

A Leap Of Free Agency Faith: The Nets And Nene

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The New Jersey Nets went out on a limb last season. They made a choice that teams often shy from, a choice littered with uncertainty and lacking in definite composition. It was a costly choice, bordering on sizable risk and questionable reward. The Nets sent a young, decent point guard (Devin Harris), a young, burgeoning, and athletic power forward selected third less than a year earlier (Derrick Favors), two first round picks, and $3 million in cash to the Utah Jazz. Why did they do this? For a chance at elite point guard (and noted goatee enthusiast) Deron Williams. They traded away the “future” for one of the best point guards in a point guard-driven league, a player they aren’t certain to keep, but certainly can’t afford to lose. One can assume the Nets are desperate to build around Williams immediately, before he leaves in the summer of 2012 and they’re returned to square one of the “franchise rebuilding process”. The Nets will be forced to make moves in free agency, and possibly during the season.

The success and nature of these moves will likely determine the course of the franchise for the next 5-10 years. These choices will fill seats in the new Brooklyn stadium, or, for all intents and purposes, empty them. There are few teams with more at stake in 2011 free agency (and the resulting season) than the Nets, and they know it. The problem with this leap of faith by the Nets, a leap of faith that’s entirely justified in today’s teaming-up NBA, is the 2011 free agent class itself. It’s not a “stacked” class by any measure. I wouldn’t call it abysmal, I’d call it “Andrea Bargnani”. There’s talent to be found, certainly, especially at the center and power forward positions. But in a year with no clear-cut star free agents to pursue, it’s imperative the Nets make the right decision in whom they pursue and eventually sign. That might require another leap of faith.

The man thought to be the Nets’ primary target is Nene. Nene is considered by many to be the top free agent in this year’s class, and it’s a difficult opinion to fault. Though Nene’s basic statistical numbers don’t absolutely wow on first glance (a very respectable 14.5 ppg and 7.6), Nene displayed his strong defending ability last year while leading the league in field goal percentage (an astounding 61.5%). Nene gives everything you could want from a non-superstar big man in today’s NBA: Extreme efficiency, great defense, and high basketball IQ. At the age of 29, he’s still young enough to garner a well-sized contract without significant aging concerns (the same thing can’t necessarily be said for Nene’s fellow free agent David West). So, given the Nets’ significant cap room, incessant need to sign someone, and Nene’s polished, consistent skill, there’s no reason the Nets shouldn’t do whatever they can to sign him. Right?

Maybe. It’s fair to say a Brook Lopez-Nene front court would be odd. I believe each player could hypothetically play both positions, but Nene would likely get most of the minutes at power forward. Lopez is now infamous in fan perception for his inability to rebound (after a 6.0 average last season), despite Lopez’s damaging bout with mono (a bout now likely overcome, thankfully) and respectable 8.1 and 8.6 rebound averages during his first two seasons in the league. While it’s very possible Lopez could be an average rebounder in the future, it’s unlikely he’ll be better than that. Nene has likewise proven himself to be a relatively average to below-average rebounder, recording 9.0 rebounds per 36 minutes last season with the Nuggets. Nene scores at a more efficient rate than he rebounds, as his total rebounding rate is nearly identical to that of Lopez: 13.4% over his career vs. Lopez’s 13.0%. Thus, the Nets are left with two average to below-average rebounders and a probable lack of Kris Humphries to make up for this newfound deficiency.

Along with that possible issue, Nene and Lopez are both average-to-bad help defenders.  Nene is essentially average when moving over to challenge a shot or stop a drive; Lopez is generally abysmal. But Lopez isn’t without defensive skill, and neither is Nene, certainly. Nene is great at defending the pick-and-roll, while Lopez is a strong on-ball defender (as mentioned previously) and good at challenging spot-up mid-range shooters. Whether their defensive skills will mesh adequately is debatable, but isn’t out of the question. A Nene-Lopez frontcourt isn’t going to shut down your team, but it also shouldn’t allow a cake walk for the opposing team offensively on a nightly basis. Where Nene and Lopez both especially excel is the offensive aspect of the game. Nene is beloved for his almost insane efficiency, and Brook is one of the best offensive centers in the NBA. Nene’s skill in transition is superb, as is his ability to capitalize on offensive rebounds. Lopez on the other hand, has an odd combination of skills. His touch is extremely good for a center, and he’s often most effective in iso situations outside the lane. He’s arguably best when using the backboard or shooting a floater.

Would these skills complement each other? I’d say it’s more of a likelihood that they would than it is on defense. They’re both efficient and skilled centers offensively, but they excel in different ways. The possibility surely exists, with the terrific passing ability of Williams, for both to get the touches they need during the right moments and in the right situations. Other than Williams, the Nets simply wouldn’t have many other viable scoring options. Nene and Lopez would form one of the strongest offensive front courts in the NBA, if neither is seriously derailed by the other’s style. And that seems quite unlikely, given Nene’s formed, experienced skill set and Lopez’s unorthodox, difficult-to-defend style.

Given these combinations and factors of personnel, is it worth it for the Nets to sign Nene for likely a near-max contract? Based on the other free agent options that exist, I’d say it would be a justified decision due to the following:

1) The Nets need to sign a high-profile player (or somehow trade for one) in the very near-future, so competing and thus retaining Deron Williams is possible.

2) There are three true candidates for a big contract from the Nets: Nene, Tyson Chandler, and David West. (Marc Gasol will almost certainly re-sign with the Grizzlies.) Tyson Chandler is only a viable option at center, will probably command a relatively equal contract to Nene, and has a long history of injuries before his stellar season last year with Dallas. I doubt he and Lopez would fit well together with Lopez at PF, as Lopez has never played the position and lacks the speed to be equitably effective there. David West seems like a better option, but he’s 31 years old and coming off of ACL surgery. He’d be a fine consolation prize for the Nets, and could pair adequately with Lopez, but his age and recent injury are enough to make him a far more questionable signing than Nene.

3) Signing someone widely considered to be the best free agent in his class could be a great selling point to Deron Williams. Having Lopez, Nene, and likely a couple new decent rotational players (the Nets have a sizable amount of cap space and will likely be active beyond simply a big man signing) could be a huge asset in the bid to draw Williams to re-sign with the Nets. That’s a decent Eastern conference playoff team under most considerations, and one that can at least “compete”.

In many ways, the Nets will rest where they did when they chose to make an aggressive move for Deron Williams: somewhere between uncertainty and legitimate hope. The Nets can choose a more conservative path and ensure they aren’t submarined with bad contracts and no Deron Williams, by simply not signing Nene. But in many ways, that’s not an option. When they made the Williams trade, the organization’s path towards immediacy began. There can be no deviation into organizational conservatism now. Either it’s Nene and triumph and Brooklyn and Deron and all of the things Nets’ fans desperately want, or it’s a deviation towards mediocrity. The Nets aimed high with the Williams signing. They can’t stop now. Nene is waiting.

What Comes Next

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Here’s what sucked the most about the lockout. Yes, those of us trapped in its tangles, forced into paying attention can tell you about the owners’ intransigence, their obstinacy, the obtuse veracity of their never-satisfied lust for money and power. I came to think of the owners as a giant maw, constantly consuming everything, Roger Mason and JaVale McGee caught between the strains of their whale teeth as Billy Hunter made tea for everyone. We can tell you about one tactical error after another made by the players, by their unending string of missed appraisals. We can tell you about long nights waiting for no word, about the repeated yanking of the rug from out from under us and on our chain.

But the worst part about the lockout was this.

Nothing came next.

There was no “next game.” No “Oh, well, we’ll get ‘em next time.” There was no “Next year, we should get a wing/guard/center/living body down low.” You can imagine what the league will be like but not really because it could be six months from now it could be six years from now it could be six minutes from now. Tomorrow does not exist in a lockout. Next game does not exist. There is no offseason, trade deadline, All-Star Game, playoff run, anything. None of it exists. It’s like the whole of this sport that so many draw joy and escape from is simply held in purgatory. There’s no sunrise coming to save you.

And then there was light.

Beyond the immediate joy of discovering there would be a season, that friends would have jobs and I would not have to research legal proceedings any further, there was something else. I started writing about the NBA because I need somewhere for my mind to go. I need an outlet for the constant wheeling. The same lack of sleep that leads to too many words on too many subjects every day doesn’t go away without a season. It just meant nights waiting, and resenting the entire process. There was nowhere to go. The process of thinking about trades, free agency, rotations, adjustments, development, the constant evolution of the game is what gives the steam engine up top somewhere to release the product created. In short, I needed there to be an NBA tomorrow, and for a long while there wasn’t.

But now there is. And while there’s bitterness and hurt from just about everyone over how this went down, about how over 300 people lost their jobs, about how cities that needed it lost economic engines, about how a group of people essentially got together and pouted their way into nearly killing a sport because they didn’t like young black men telling them they were going to control their own professional futures, the season is still coming. And maybe it’s short-sighted to just be happy about that, to forget all the economic, moral, ethical, philosophical and financial impacts of the result of the lockout and the future of labor disputes in the NBA. but it doesn’t make it any less valuable. That’s probably the biggest thing I learned in the lockout. We need it. Those of us who love the game, the hardcore fans, the psychos who post 100 times a day on messageboards, who haunt Twitter looking for news and rumors all while complaining about the rumors, the ones who can tell you the 12th man on every team, that’s a lot of people. Everyone needs an escape, a way to get past the cruel reality that life is difficult and most times out to get you and those you care about. The league does that. The game does that. Not Euroleague, or college ball, or exhibitions (Dear God, don’t get me started). There’s something about the league that gets to people, that drives a love. And that joy is worth saving. It’s worth remembering.It’s worth basking in.

So, no, I don’t care that we’ve immediately switched to talking about CP3 in New York or Dwight Howard in Los Angeles. I don’t care if the Lakers go 66-0 or the Celtics and Lakers play again in another terrible Finals series. I don’t care if the Heat don’t try and still win 55 games and win the Finals. I don’t care about the luxury tax or escrow payments. I care that for a few years, there’s a tomorrow. There’s a league. There’s the Heat trying to figure out a rotation and Denver trying to figure out an identity, Golden State trying to figure out a defense and Tyreke Evans trying to figure out a position. There’s something else.

There’s a million ways to think about this league, and we discover smarter, better, and more interesting ones every day.

Just imagine what we’ll think of tomorrow.

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The Big Market Loophole

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As the collective memory of the lockout fades into its rightful place in oblivion, we now get to focus on things we really care about.

Such as, the inevitably soul-crushing saga that is the incessant chatter about a 2012 free agency class that is still an abbreviated NBA season away. Sigh.

Supposedly, the new CBA was supposed to “fix” the “problem” (if and only if you think huge ratings at the price of disgruntled fan bases is a problem; we at HP try not to make assumptions regarding your thinking process) of marquee stars conspiring to leave their current teams for the brighter lights of Whereverville. But we all know better. Even though extend-and-trades (Carmelo Anthony) and sign-and-trades (LeBron James) have been severely curtailed, with the acquiring teams now capable of giving the acquired player a smaller max contract, a player disgruntled enough to force his way towards a higher-profile squad will always be capable of doing so – albeit, with the understanding that having one’s cake and eating it too has been replaced with eating the cake, and having somebody else bake you a smaller, slightly-less-satisfying-but-still-delicious pie.

Is it possible, though, to find a loophole that can enable that pie to be even better than the cake? Let’s explore.

According to the 8 page, new-CBA-summarizing memo published by SI.com’s Sam Amick, veteran players will henceforth be eligible for 4 year contract extensions, including the final year of the current deal. So, if Dwight Howard signs an extension before hitting free agency this summer, he will be allowed to tack on 3 years to his current remaining year, extending his contract until the end of 2014-2015.

However, once that extension is packaged with a trade, its value is diminished, with extend-and-trades limited to 3 years only (again – this means 2 years, plus the final year). So if Dwight signs an extension while being traded to (for sanity’s sake, we won’t say Los Angeles or New York, instead choosing to go with) the Bobcats, his new contract will end after 2013-2014.

Not only are extend-and-trade deals limited in their duration, they are also limited in value. The new CBA defines the maximum annual raises for Bird players (meaning, players who sign new contracts with their old teams) as 7.5% per year. Meanwhile, extend-and-trade annual raises are limited to only 4.5% per year, the same as non-Bird players. When your starting salary is already measured in 8 figures, that 3% accumulating over a larger amount of years becomes a major difference.

So, no extend-and-trades. But what is an extend-and-trade, anyway? How far apart do the trade and the extension have to be? According to the memo, the cut-off point is 6 months. If Dwight, Chris Paul or Deron Williams want their very own Carmelo deal, it has to be done by December 31st, or else it will have to come with a significantly smaller amount of money.

Except for one small thing that hasn’t been mentioned throughout this entire process: the 3 all-NBAers don’t have to become free agents on July 1st, 2012.

All three players have the ability to opt out of their deals, thus rendering them free to sign with a team of their choice next summer. But they have no obligation to do so. They can just as easily opt in, play the duration 2012-2013 under their old deals, and try again in the Summer of 13. Which gives them an entire year for a Bird-enhanced extension on another team.

So, if Dwight indeed forces Otis Smith to trade him for Boris Diaw, Eduardo Najera and Matt Carroll, but the trade only takes place in February, Dwight won’t be able to sign a full extension before August. So, he just opts in for 2012-2013, signs his extension sometime during that season, and then his new contract goes all the way to 2015-2016, for the full amount possible.

Is this risky? Yes, for all sides.  Opting-in is essentially signing a one year max deal instead of a 3 year max deal, which gives both the player and the team less security. Dwight could get injured. Tthe acquiring team has no guarantee that Dwight indeed signs his extension. It’s all based on mutual trust, or else, you just traded for Dwight in February 2012 just to see him walk in July of 2013. That’s even dumber than what the Nets did with Dero… actually, it’s exactly what the Nets are doing with Deron Williams. Want to ask a Nets fan how he feels about that risk?

But, then again, we all know how these things work. If Dwight goes to Jerry Buss and wink-winks him into that confident place, he can then go back to Otis Smith, tell him “MOVE ME!’, and delay his extension by just a few months. And unless there is some secret clause that I’ve completely missed, or a camera in the room when Dwight tells Buss “don’t worry”, it would be perfectly legal.

Mmmm. More cake.

Update: SI.com’s fantastic Zach Lowe elaborated more on this extension-drawing mechanism over here (specifically, in Chris Paul’s case, though the same is perfectly relevant for Howard or Deron Williams or whoever you want), in which he correctly points out that opting in for 2012-13 is hardly a necessity to use Bird Rights; instead, players can simply be traded without an extension, then re-sign in the summer of 2012 as free agents.

Podcast Paroxysm: Free Agent Discussion

In this Podcast Paroxysm, co-host Sean Highkin and fellow Hardwood Paroxysm contributor Scott Leedy join me to discuss this year’s top NBA free agents. We weigh the various players found in Chad Ford’s list of prominent free agents, and many other players (including Patty Mills, of course). We also discuss the (soon-to-be) new CBA’s amnesty clause and how specific teams may utilize it, with a focus on the Blazers and Brandon Roy.

Pulling Back the Competitive Balance Curtain

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Daniel Schorr: Discovering the object of the game is the object of the game.

Nicolas: I don’t care about the money. I’m pulling back the curtain. I want to meet the wizard.

-The Game (1997)

“The NBA has empircal evidence — from its own economists and other deep thinkers — that bolsters its contention that closing the money gap will close the competition gap. But it has not yet made any of that data public or referenced it specifically to the media. ”

-David Aldridge

During the battle for basketball supremacy off the court this fall I lost count of how many times I heard commissioner David Stern’s common refrain echoed ceaselessly by a contingent of fans sympathetic and unpretentious when it came to the league’s cause. That popular phrase encompassed six simple words which, taken lacking proper context, had a lasting effect among much of the general public. The powerful parlance reads:

“The last five champions were taxpayers.”

Let’s take a look, including all the playoff teams from the “Last 5,” sorted according to total payroll by year as counted per luxury tax purposes.*

*Accurate NBA salaries are difficult to come by. I cross referenced no less than five different, independent sources while compiling this data for the purpose of obtaining as accurate of results as humanly possible. The league and it’s owners do not release to the public or media any official numbers concerning league-wide yearly salaries. I found ShamSports.com and it’s proprietor Mark Deeks to be most helpful in my research whenever I found myself banging my head against a brick-walled dead end.

•  Indeed, we see the last five were in fact taxpayers**

• The average payroll of the “Last 5″ champions was 4.6-highest in the NBA

• The Dallas Mavericks and Los Angeles Lakers exceeded the luxury tax line every year, the only teams to do so

• The Mavericks (from 2005 to 2010, six straight years) were a top two taxpayer every year until, ironically, the year they won it all, last

• The average number of taxpaying teams from the “Last 5″ is 9.4

• 61% of the playoff teams did not exceed the luxury tax line

• The Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs tend to be “hoverers” (more on the Spurs in a minute)

• The more money the Utah Jazz and Orlando Magic spent the worse they got, record-wise

• Some, but not all of the consistent playoff teams under the luxury tax line sport star-level elite talents still on rookie contracts

• 11 of the conference finalists were taxpayers, or 55%

• 9 of the conference finalists were not taxpayers, or 45%

• Only once were all the conference finalists taxpayers, and only twice have the majority been

• Twice non-taxpayers constituted 75% of the conference finals, and once we saw two each of taxpayers and non-taxpayers

**While the Spurs were technically taxpayers it was by the slightest of margins. In the course of hunting down their payroll for the season ending in 2007 I found them listed as everywhere from slightly below to as much as $6 million over the luxury tax line. This infuriated my left brain while perplexing my right brain, the result being a general sense of head-achey confusion and crankiness (which likely led to at least one unwarranted Twitter battle, for which I apologize) until I happened on this, which confirmed that the Spurs had indeed been taxpayers, exceeding the line by a paltry $100K (as the lux tax penalty was dollar-for-dollar we can infer their overage from the amount they were required to pay the league). For that, San Antonio, you now get two asterisked championship trophies. So there. And thanks to Henry for acting as aspirin and saving my insanity for a later date.

At this point in the research I was asked how the “Last 5″ compared to the “First 5″ of the luxury tax era, now fully a decade in. This seemed a brilliant idea when proposed. After all, the bigger the sample size the better, right? I’d figured, now that I had the template down, that I’d just blow right through it. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

For starters, payroll information for the years prior 2006-07 are spotty and suspect at best. If you can find them at all (shout out, HP’s own Curtis Harris). The next thing you’ll find — or more accurately won’t — is that there’s no luxury tax line information available for the year ending in 2005. Why, you ask? I ‘splain.

You see, for the “Last 5″ the way the luxury was calculated and applied changed. “From [the 2005-06 season] onwards, it become (sic) enforced every year, regardless of what happened with the escrow system.” -ShamSports, A Brief History of Luxury Tax

This had a dramatic effect on the perception of parity and competitive balance in the NBA. Reread that last line, for the reality did not change so much as the perception thereof has. That the “Last 5″ were taxpayers became a convenient truth more than an actual one.

Again, I cross referenced everything possible in searching out salaries. When adding in the next two years prior to the above chart the visual effect on the luxury tax line is quite striking. And while I did search out all the numbers, which I will share shortly, there was quite frankly no point in continuing the chart any further back, aside from the fact that I like working here and don’t wish to peeve any of the advertisers with a gargantuan image that would bury them under a pile of Mark Cuban and Jerry Buss.

Immediately we see the champions going back were under the lux tax line. Indeed, while the “Last 5″ were all taxpayers, none of the “First 5″ were, even in the three years the luxury tax line was triggered.

Courtesy SportsCity.com

Originally conceived of and designed as a deterrent to unlimited spending in any attempt by teams to “buy” a title, in the first five years of it’s existence the luxury tax was triggered only 60% of the time. The change to a mandatory annual luxury tax tied into player salaries via an introduced escrow system had multiple effects on the league from parity perceptions to revenue sharing rebate checks to changing the way teams approached the lux tax line altogether.

• None of the first five were taxpayers***

• The average payroll of the “First 5″ champions was 17th-highest in the NBA

• The San Antonio Spurs were the lowest payroll to have won a luxury tax era title, at 24th-highest

• Among the “First 5″ the 2002 Los Angeles Lakers had the highest payroll for a champion, at 12th

• In the three taxpayer years of the “First 5″ the champions’ payrolls were: 15th, 17th, and 17th-highest, MIA, DET, and SAS

• A grand total of one team has been successful in “buying” a title in the luxury tax era. Indeed, among the top two taxpayers for every year in the era only one team has been able to do so, assuming one considers that to be the reason they won. To put it another way, becoming a top two spender has guaranteed you only a 5% chance of a title

• While one of the biggest markets, and a title winner and consistent playoff contender in the luxury tax era, the Detroit Pistons have never paid luxury tax

• The average overall number of taxpaying teams from the “First 5″ is 9.0. However, among only the three lux tax-triggered years it was 15.0

• 6 of the conference finalists were taxpayers, or 30%

• 14 of the conference finalists were not taxpayers, or 70%

• Of the three taxpayer-triggered years, one saw a majority of conference finalists under the luxury tax line, one over the tax line, and one even with two each. None of the three years saw all four conference finalists either over or under the line

• The “First 5″ saw two big-market titles, two small-market titles, and one mid-market title. All but the Pistons constituted a mix of veteran and rookie contract-impact players

For the superstars, whether they were genial and quiet like Tim Duncan, or outsized and incorrigable like Shaq, or brash and profane like Kobe Bryant, the message was the same as well: pay me. Duncan was no less ruthless in 2000, when it was time for the Spurs to cough up, as Shaq was a couple of years later — he held San Antonio over a barrel, flirted strongly with the Magic and made Gregg Popovich’s agita kick up like you wouldn’t believe before the Spurs came correct with the loot. When Jerry Buss made it clear he’d like to think about it before extending Shaq, the Diesel went ballistic, cussin’ and snortin’ and talkin’ his way out of town to Miami in a trade — just in time for Buss to bestow $120 million on Bryant, the Lakers’ new franchise player.

-David Aldridge

***The luxury tax was triggered only three of the five years. For details on why, please refer to the above given link to ShamSports’ luxury tax column

Overall Luxury Tax Era FAQ

• Half of the 10 Luxury Tax Era champions have been taxpayers and half have not been taxpayers. Smells suspiciously like parity when presented in these sample size terms

• The average payroll of the LTE champions is 10.80-highest

• The average number of taxpaying teams in the LTE is 9.20

• Several teams in the LTE have tried to “buy” titles unsuccessfully, to this point, including the New York Knicks, Portland Trail Blazers, Phoenix Suns, Cleveland Cavaliers, and Orlando Magic

• 17 of the LTE conference finalists were taxpayers, or 43%

• 23 of the LTE conference finalists were not taxpayers, or 56%

• Of the eight luxury tax years 17 conference finalists were taxpayers, or 53%

• Of the eight luxury tax years 15 conference finalists were not taxpayers, or 47%

No one would be foolish enough to pretend that in order for a team to contend for a title they’ve wouldn’t have to pay for it to some extent, but it’s far from empirical that money or market size automatically equals a title or a shot at one when context is introduced into the conversation. Indeed, in a game where a far fewer number of elite talents can make such a dramatic impact when compared with other sports, the list of factors contributing to a title include not simply spending, but also managing things such as drafting well, developing team chemistry among lineups and in the locker room (which falls under having the proper coaching in place), managing money to maximize talent and fan interest, as well as a fair amount of luck — a single bounce of the ball can mean the difference between a shot and not, at a title.

While it was convenient to point out the “Last 5,” it was in reality nothing more than a public relations ploy during the recent negotiations, one ironically caused by the league’s luxury tax rules changes that ultimately fostered the very environment among owners that they’d been trying to avoid; runaway costs. In the end it came back to bite them in more ways than one — don’t forget that despite the changes in escrow and luxury tax designed to funnel a larger percentage of profits to owners, league revenues were so vast last season that the owners ended up having to pay the players what essentially amounted to bonus checks even as they’d already earned a 57% slice of the BRI pie, which had to have tanned some executive office hides.

The fact of the matter is that in the salary cap era the NBA has brilliantly struck a balance between parity and fan interest leading to an unprecedented era of growth, both at home and globally. While the phrase “competitive balance” strikes a chord that triggers some inner sense of inborn fairness in us all, the reality is that all things are not created equal. When fighting for an ultimate parity, a veritable NBA Utopia, be careful what you wish for…

Once again: seven teams have won more than 80 percent of the league’s championships since 1947. During the most democratic decade in league history, the 1970s, when eight different teams — New York, Milwaukee, the Lakers, Boston, Golden State, Portland, Washington and Seattle — won titles, the public was so disinterested that The Finals had to be shown on tape delay.

-David Aldridge

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If you’d like to learn more about the long-term effects of spending in regards to wins I recommend checking out the works of Andrew Zimbalist, David Berri, and Tom Haberstroh, among others, often compiled and linked nicely at TrueHoop

Free At Last

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Nearly 5 months into the most unnecessarily painful expedition pro sports has ever seen, David Stern and Billy Hunter, hand in hand, walked down the cyclical staircase of a creaky stone tower, conveniently placed in the middle of New York City. Down and down they went, their mouths silent, their faces vacant.

In his right hand, Stern held a key. In his left hand, Billy Hunter held a piece of paper. The torches that were loosely attached to the stone walls all pointed downwards, as if they were indicating the direction where the two old adversaries had to go.

As they descended deeper into the Earth’s crust, a silent cry emerged. A cry of millions, drenched in agony and boredom. They had arrived.

Billy and David stood in front of a locked jail cell, placed hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the actual world. The cell wasn’t large, but it wasn’t small either. The walls were colored in what a normal person would inevitably call a lifeless gray, if only because the human eye is incapable of comprehending the fact that it lacked any color at all.

David Stern turned the key, and in a blink of an eye, countless prisoners lifted their heads. They had all been somewhat busy – some were watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond, some were drinking, some in the midst of the least interesting game of Uno that has ever been played – but none of them were truly occupied. They were merely passing time, waiting for a resolution that nobody believed was actually coming.

As the cell door open, most prisoners didn’t move. It couldn’t be. Only one stood up, gingerly approaching the other side of the bars, were the two outsiders stood in their sweaters. He asked them something, something inaudible to the rest. Stern nodded. Hunter smiled.

The dam was broken clean. The bars disappeared. Each and every prisoner got to their feet, racing outside of the previously inescapable dungeon. A humongous wave of depressed fandom was outpouring towards the outside.

In mere seconds, Stern and Hunter were alone again. Above the surface, those that were freed were breathing in the air of a Chris Paul pass, raising their eyes towards the horizon of a Tim Duncan banker. Zach Randolph was backing down an opponent for 20 seconds, only to realize his rainbow shot in a blink of an eye. Steve Nash stopped, mid-run, for the silkiest pull up jumper a fast break has ever seen.

Arron Afflalo cut through an unsuspecting defense that was too busy watching Ty Lawson dribble. In a split second, the ball came his way, his feet perfectly set behind the three point arc. Swish. Derrick Rose got by a scared defender, twisting and turning in mid-air as a distant whistle declared “And-1!”. Brook Lopez took a rebound, just barely – no, wait, Nate Robinson stole it. Sigh.

James Harden awkwardly dribbling towards the basket, unable to get by the long arms of Tayshaun Prince, when an inexplicable burst from the back of his heels sent him towards a dunk. Jameer Nelson banked in a 27 footer, and nodded his head knowingly. Boris Diaw lumbered across the court, serving as everybody’s favorite punchline, before a perfectly placed bounce pass saw Gerald Henderson make a nifty layup.

Stern and Hunter heard all this. Felt all this.

Hunter took the piece of paper in his hand. It read “LOCKOUT”.

He placed it in the cell, as Stern locked the door.

Hand in hand, they resurfaced, the sound of Amar’e Stoudemire taking off his goggles to shoot a free throw echoing in their ears.

The NBA was back.