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Trade Deadline: Where Are You Going, Chris Kaman?

Kaman will almost certainly be moved. New Orleans has no use for him and simply wants to get something — even if it’s just a second-round draft pick — for him, according to sources. A month ago, when the Hornets told Kaman to stay home and wait to be traded, they were asking for a young player, a draft pick and an expiring contract. Now, their aspirations aren’t so lofty. Golden State, Houston and Miami have interest in Kaman.

via ESPN: Stars on the trading block

As many have expected since he was first dealt to the Hornets before the season, Chris Broussard reported recently that Chris Kaman is likely to be traded. Kaman hasn’t exactly shined this season, but quality backup centers are always a sought-after commodity in the NBA. Kaman’s average PER and unimpressive 41.3% shooting are worrisome, but his recent dip in production may be a result of Hornets-induced underwhelming performance, and not a sign of Kaman’s true value. In any case, Kaman remains decent, and he’s better than any of the backup centers found on the teams listed as having interest in Kaman. Kaman may no longer be an All-Star, but he’s still a preferable option to Andris Biedrins, Greg Smith, and Dexter Pittman.

Upon first glance, the Rockets seem like the team most capable of obtaining Kaman, if they so choose. The Rockets are teeming with tradable value, are in need of a backup center (especially with the recent injury to Jordan Hill), and are always looking to make steady, improving moves at the trade deadline. With the price for Kaman apparently lessened, the Rockets could conceivably be forced to only give up players like Terrence Williams, Jonny Flynn, or Hasheem Thabeet, none of whom currently find themselves in the team’s rotation. Despite their flaws and recently stagnated careers, all three players possess some modicum of talent, especially Williams. The Rockets have also accrued a series of picks in the coming years, but it seems unlikely they’ll deal a valuable pick for a decent backup center with an expiring contract.

As for the Heat and Warriors, a Kaman-filled future appears less probable. The Heat simply don’t have many attractive trade pieces, though a late-first round pick could be in play, if the Heat are willing. As for the Warriors, a move for Kaman just doesn’t make much sense. The addition of Kaman into the Warriors’ rotation will help the team, but it almost certainly won’t be enough to propel them into the playoffs or serious contention. Though the Warriors’ franchise has enjoyed constant horizontal direction in years past, new owner Joe Lacob appears far more ambitious. Thus, a Kaman move on its own makes very little sense for the Warriors.

Chris Kaman is an acceptable player, and someone who can provide a competent 15-20 minutes for any given team. For the Heat, and perhaps to a lesser extent, the Rockets, a player like Kaman can serve as a difference maker in a close playoff series. After two years on the decline, Chris Kaman has become a prevalent example of the trade deadline rat race, representative of managed risk and savvy general managing.

Lion Face/Lemon Face 3/2/12: Stuff Your Sorries in a SSAC

Matt: Hey Ben, did you hear?
Ben: What?
Matt: There’s this really neat sports analytics conference happening in our hometown this weekend!
Ben: Oh, that’s awesome. Should be a good time.
Matt: Yeah, should be.

End Scene

Today’s highlights and lowlights will feature names of some fake SSAC research papers. Enjoy!

Lion Face: Organic Chemistry: How We Make Alley-Oops Look Natural

Lemon Face: Building Blocks: Steps on How to Avoid In-Game Humiliation

Lion Face: The OKC Model: Just Let Kevin Durant Play Basketball, OK?
38 points on 12-21 shooting. 5 of 8 three pointers. 9 for 9 at the stripe. 8 rebounds here, 3 assists there. I think I should at least read the abstract for this one.

Lemon Face: Nash Equilibrium: How Steve Nash Continues to Look Better than Other Point Guards
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky. We were looking forward to your matchup against Nash. How did you do? 13 points, 2 assists, and 0-2 from 3 in 31 minutes? But Steve couldn’t have… Oh, he had 17 assists you say? Well, then. Chin up.

Lion Face: Applications of Bernoulli’s Principle in My Hamstrings, by Blake Griffin

Remembering the 1962 Season: Wilt Chamberlain’s 100-Point Game

Welcome to the 1st of several articles this month observing the 50th Anniversary of the 1961-62 season, perhaps the NBA’s most thrilling ever. Wilt Chamberlain averaged 50 points, Oscar Robertson a triple double. Elgin Baylor scored 38 points a night moonlighting from the military on weekends. The Los Angeles Lakers and Boston Celtics met for the 1st time in the NBA Finals in a 7-game thriller.

One hell of a season and first up is Wilt’s 100-point game, which occurred 50 years ago today…

 

The Mythology

It is perhaps the most mythical event in American sports history for a variety of reasons. The sheer volume of points is mind-boggling, but it’s memorability and aura lies in its seeming perfection.

100.

Not 98. Not 103.

100.

It’s a number of totality. Completeness. Fulfillment. Even purity.

Working in mythological concert with this perfect score is the startling lack of footage of this Herculean or, should we say, Wiltonian event. Televised games were a luxury for the NBA in 1962 and for a league still finding its way, luxuries had no place in Hershey, Pennsylvania, the location of this epic performance.

In true mythological form, the stature of this game has only grown with time. Initially, given the NBA’s almost token presence on the American sports landscape, the game wasn’t much ballyhooed. Even local press from Philadelphia and New York deigned to make the trip to Hershey to cover the match. Instead their top flight reporters were in Florida reporting on the big news of early March: Major League Baseball starting training camp. But like the NBA, this game’s aura, its presence, has grown.

And it represents the important duality of the NBA’s growth.

Of the two mesmerizing records of the early NBA, there is the regal domination of the Celtics dynasty. 11 championships in 13 years. On the other, the unfathomable statistical reign of Wilt Chamberlain exemplified by the 100 point game. The Celtics domination is fairly simple to understand and gave the public something to remember of the emerging NBA.

13 years. 11 titles. Count the rings, baby.

Chamberlain’s exploits, and in particular this game, remain perhaps under-appreciated and definitely misunderstood. In a league struggling to grow beyond its 9 cities, its paltry television contract, its 3rd sport status behind football and baseball, Wilt Chamberlain gave the public something to talk about (and someone to root against) just as much, if not more so, than the Celtics’ titles.

Today it is fairly easy to look back at the game and chastise Chamberlain for a supposedly selfish performance. Today we have the luxury of an established league where publicity is a given, no matter the outcome of games. The NBA has a machine to ensure that. You can get highlights and news from ESPN, NBATV, TSN, SBNation, and a variety of other outlets dedicated purely to sports or just  the NBA.

In 1962, the NBA was a bit player. Walt Bellamy wasn’t going on The Ed Sullivan Show to talk about his stellar rookie season. Given the context this game was no farce, it was no charade. It was deadly serious for the growth of the NBA.

More than that, it was  spectacular. It was compelling.

It was pure Wilt Chamberlain.

The Game

With only 5 games left in the 1961-62 season for the Philadelphia Warriors, there was little to get excited for as they took the court in Hershey, Pennsylvania. They were 46-29 and firmly set in the 2nd seed for the postseason as the Boston Celtics were sitting pretty at #1 with 54 wins.

Likewise, the New York Knickerbockers had little to play for in this game as well, but for more depressing reasons. They were a 27-45 and firmly planted in last place in the East. In today’s NBA with absolutely nothing at stake, this game probably would have passed quietly into the night.

On the Warriors side, Wilt, Paul Arizin and Guy Rodgers would have played half a game or not at all to nurse nicks and bruises.  For the Knicks Richie Guerin, Willie Nauls and Johnny Green would likely have done the same.

But it was not today’s NBA.

The Warriors were playing out in Hershey precisely because it was the NBA of yesteryear where these regional, neutral site regular season games were a means of spreading the reach of the NBA in an era where TV coverage was spotty and the main source of income was gate receipts. Needing that ticket money, the blue chip players were out there ready to go, even if there was nothing to play for.

However as the game got flowing, it quickly became clear that Wilt Chamberlain was in much more of a groove than normal even considering this mammoth season where he averaged 50 points and 25 rebounds and played every minute that year, hence his 48.5 minutes per game average (hello, overtimes!). Chamberlain and the Warriors had smacked the Knicks hard and quick in the 1st quarter going up 42-26. Wilt already had 23 points and, most curiously, had made all 9 of his free throws.

Eventually a notoriously awful free throw shooter, Chamberlain at this point in his career was merely bad with a .613 average for the season, which would be a career high. A couple years later he ditched the underhanded style that brought him this marginal success and his percentage plummeted to a miserable .471 thereafter.

Wilt’s pace eased in the 2nd quarter as he scored 18 points and the Knicks led by Guerin, Naulls and (surprisingly) rookie Cleveland Buckner had cut into the margin. The halftime score was 79-68 in favor of Philly. Having 41 points at halftime was slightly noteworthy for Chamberlain that year, so the Hershey crowd was a bit sleepy. However, as the 2nd half opened, Warriors players (perhaps needing something to aim for given the lack of playoff implications) made a concerted effort to bury the Knicks and see just how much the Big Dipper could score.

Facing triple- and even quadruple-teams, Chamberlain scored 28 points in the third quarter bringing his game total to 69. He was mercilessly hacked, whether the refs called the foul or not. Chamberlain and his coach, Frank McGuire, would complain then and later that the refs were allowing far too much go. The referees, then and later, would swallow their whistles figuring the only hope the Knicks, or any team, had was to beat up on the Goliath Chamberlain. Nevertheless when he did get the foul call, Chamberlain continued, miraculously, to make his free throws. He would finish the night 28-for-32 from the line.

As the fourth quarter started, the Warriors were ahead 125 – 106 as the game took on an odd character. The Knicks were deliberately stalling on offense despite being down. Well, except when firebrand point guard Guerin would cuss up a storm and drive the length of the court in a blaze of fury and score a basket. The Warriors on the other hand, despite being up, were keen on keeping up the torrid pace.Philly won that test of wills as the final frame saw 85 combined points scored.

Chamberlain threw in 31 of them in a variety of spectacular ways: there were alley oop dunks, tip in dunks, and dunks with a Knicks player hanging on his side. He was working his fade away jumper off the backboard to perfection. He delivered twirling, sinuous finger rolls. And, of course, there were the uncharacteristic free throws dropping in spades.

Later it would be commented on just how soft and friendly the rims were in that Hershey arena.

The crowd by this point was in a frenzy. Oohing and awing and cheering the Warriors on after every Wilt bucket and booing and insulting the Knicks for their stall tactics, which included immediately fouling any Warriors player not named “Chamberlain” as soon as they touched the ball. Fans were demanding the ball go into Wilt and were going home unsatisfied if he didn’t reach 100. Dave Zinkoff, the Warriors announcer, was in rare form driving the frenzy to higher ground after each play giving every nuanced, inflated inflection to his trademark announcement of “another Dipper dunk!”

Finally, with 46 seconds left in the game and sitting on 98 points, Wilt received a lob from teammate Joe Ruklick and he flushed it home for the 100th point.

It was elegant. It was powerfully graceful.

It was pure Wilt Chamberlain.

Wilt's 100th Point (via wikipedia)

The Aftermath

In the most bizarre contest of wills, the Warriors had won. All the men on the Warriors side gleefully fed Wilt the ball to see just how much he could score. It gave purpose to an otherwise purposeless game. Richie Guerin of the Knicks harbored a grudge over the game calling it a farce. But that very night his fellow ex-Marine and Warriors opponent, Paul Arizin, had playfully told Guerin if Wilt’s scoring binge bothered him then he should stop him.

And that was the most disconcerting thing. Guerin and the entire Knicks roster could not stop one man from imposing his will.

Thankfully, they could not stop Wilt because this game, his performance, was perfect for its era. 12 years earlier, the Fort Wayne Pistons and Minneapolis Lakers had played a game that was the opposite, but in many ways the equal of Wilt’s 100 points. Like the Warriors, the Lakers boasted an indomitable big man in George Mikan. Like the Knicks, the Pistons responded by stalling. The final score then was 19-18. The final score in Hershey was 169-147.

In an age of breathtaking, expansive invention, the shot clock in 1954 had ensured a repeat of the disastrous 1950 Pistons-Lakers game would never happen. But Wilt seemed to have taken things to the other extreme now. Was his 100 points too much? Was it a sign of man going out of control pushing limits that needed no more pushing.

After all, this was the age of Mutually Assured Destruction. The Cuban Missile Crisis 6 months after Wilt’s 100 points nearly tested just how mutual atomic destruction could be. Sputnik had gone into space 5 years earlier and John Glenn was the first American to orbit the earth just days before Chamberlain took the court in Hershey.

It was an era of spectacular wonder and awesome fear. Chamberlain’s 100 points fed into both of those emotions and they still do. It is mesmerizing to see that one man can so willfully bend the rules, the concepts, the pure essence of the game to his will. But at the same time, one man against the multitude’s best attempts can indeed do all these things.

It was dramatic. It was frightening. It was spellbinding.

It was pure Wilt Chamberlain.

Fans and Joe Ruklick celebrating Wilt's 100 points (New York Times)

For more on Chamberlain’s 100 point game and on the 1960s NBA, check out the following books and sites which infinitely helped me write this article, especially the 1st one:

Wilt, 1962: the Night of 100 Points and the Dawn of a New Era by Gary Pomerantz

Audio of the radio broadcast of the 4th Quarter from the 100-point game 
Tall Tales by Terry Pluto
The Rivalry: Bill Russell, Wilt Chamberlain and the Golden Age of Basketball by John Taylor
Wilt Chamberlain’s 100-point game (Wikipedia)
Free Darko presents The Undisputed Guide to Pro Basketball 

And here on Hardwood Paroxysm, check out my previous articles on the Philadelphia Warriors and Richie Guerin.

The Dichotomy Of Controlled Genius

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcR4VY_zHQ0

As I find myself typing this, LeBron James is playing a brilliant game of basketball. He has hardly missed a shot, and his rebounding, passing, and defending have been impeccable. Tonight, James is everything fans have ever wanted him to be, the embodiment of basketball supremacy, as he has been for much of this season. There is a still in the Rose Garden as James tears apart the Blazers’ defense and adds exclamation to his play with an otherworldly alley-oop and a series of rapid drives. The Blazers are helpless witnesses to their own decimation. There is nothing they can do but hope and wait for LeBron to become someone else other than this impossible basketball machine.

Thousands of miles away, Chris Paul prods a defense far more quietly and less demonstrably. Unlike James, Paul is not at his most brilliant Thursday night; rather, he is his typical self, average unto his own means but incredible by normal standards. The opposing Kings and their arena are alive tonight, full of life and determination that emanates from a basketball-hungry fan base and a young team playing above its own expectations. The Clippers are not playing particularly well tonight, but Paul’s darting bursts have buoyed them into a close game. Paul is, inexplicably, not particularly aggressive tonight. He seems in full form, indefensible as always, but the overly unselfish nature that many are quick to trumpet or use as detraction possesses Paul’s movements. Still, he remains in control of this game, scoring when he wishes and illuminating Randy Foye into a far better light than would otherwise shine.

LeBron James and Chris Paul are not similar players upon first glance. LeBron James is the league’s most impressive physical player, 6’8 and 250 (or more) pounds of immovable muscle. Paul is diminutive, listed at a generous 6’0, and snidely characterized by the occasional Internet commenter as slightly “pudgy”. And while James uses his daunting frame to quite simply do everything, Paul focuses his natural speed much more specifically, upon the art of natural point guard play and representing the epitome of the position. But where James and Paul meet in nature on the basketball court can be found within the grasp of control and constant poise. As they wow fans and crush the efforts of opposing players, they remain unaffected by the movement of the game beyond their own actions. There are the other nine players on the court, and then there is James, and then there is Paul.

But whereas Paul must often carry the Clippers in times of offensive atrophy, the Heat work as an efficiently functioning machine, brief and unhesitant in the dismantling opponents, with James as the central cog. Paul has been forced to become more of a scorer this season than in recent years past, a task he’s more than willing to assume but less than willing to fully embody. Paul, despite slight alteration, remains the same Chris Paul as ever, seeking to exploit angles unseen by the common eye for his team’s gain. It is in this uncommon exploitation of defense in which the stylistic differences of Paul and James once again merge. Both possess an ability that transcends the weighty physical capabilities they possess: the ability to find and create unseen angles, and attack before the defense knows these opportunities exist. How they attack in these moments varies, with Paul slowly looping around the defense and James speeding through lanes, but the result is typically the same: a basket created for themselves or for a lucky teammate.

Chris Paul’s signature play of the night reveals itself as the Clippers finally extricate themselves from the grasp of the Kings during the fourth quarter. The ball moves to him late in the shot-clock, as it always seems to when the Clippers’ offensive movement fails. A failed possession seems imminent, but Paul works quickly in drastic situations. After being denied a path to the basket, he drifts right, creates the smallest window of opportunity for a jumper, and sinks a long fadeaway with a defender in the face. It’s the type of fourth quarter play that reminds one of how gifted a scorer Paul can be when he so chooses, and the final notch in an expected victory for the Clippers. James’s signature play of the game is perhaps less flashy than Paul’s, but holds equal significance. This moment comes sometime during the third quarter, mired somewhere between a highlight reel that includes a chasedown block and a series of resounding dunks. The ball is passed out to an open James, who catches the ball just inside the three-point arc. The expected result, of course, is a jumper. Instead, James finds a baseline-sprinting Mario Chalmers in the corner for an open three, who makes the shot. The play is not representative of the tendency of James to “pass up the moment” as some pundits may say, but rather the growth of James as a player. James declines a lower percentage shot to find a teammate for a preferable opportunity, and the team benefits.

Chris Paul finishes with 22 points and nine assists, and LeBron James finishes with 38 points, 11 rebounds, and six assists.

All of this is not to say that LeBron James and Chris Paul are without fault on the basketball court. Paul is occasionally too deferential in early quarters, and James finds himself occasionally unsure of his own role. But what is seen on this March night is far more representative of who these two players are within the arena this season than any occasional detriment is. Paul has returned to a strong, controlling state, posting his best PER since ’08-09 and looking more energized than he has in recent years. James has simply accelerated his own control of the game’s rhythms and facets. An argument can be made that he’s currently on pace for the greatest statistical season in NBA history. None of that will be remembered without a Heat championship, of course. Perhaps that’s tragic, but perhaps it’s simply another obstacle James, and someday Paul, must learn to master and control. Both players define mastery of an entire sport in their own fashion, but are dogged by that waiting pinnacle. But watching both players on Thursday night revealed why that path to achievement, however daunting, could easily be traversed by both Chris Paul and LeBron James, and very soon.

Trade Deadline: Steve Nash To The Magic? Yes, Please.

Photo by corydisbrowphotography via Flickr

The Orlando Magic has made offers for Nash in the past and sources close to the situation say that they’ll attempt to acquire the 16-year veteran in the next two weeks. Dwight Howard has asked the front office to pursue Nash and sources close to Howard believe he won’t exercise his early termination option if the team is able to acquire Nash and re-sign him this summer.

via NBA PM: Dwight Howard Wants Steve Nash | HOOPSWORLD | Basketball News & NBA Rumors.

This is starting to smell a lot like destiny – which, coincidentally, smells like the final, burning descent of the aught-era Suns.

The possibility of Nash-to-Orlando has been on the backburner seemingly as long as the idea of the point guard’s departure from Phoenix has been floated. It gained steam as this season progressed and as  it became more and more apparent that the Magic were going to try to keep Dwight Howard through this season. Now comes this report of Howard’s interest in Orlando acquiring Nash, wrapped in the delicious contract-bacon of an implication that he’d stick around if the Point God made his way to Florida.

As a Suns fan, I’ve been reticent to consider any trades involving Nash. As soon as he leaves, the Suns become wholly gruesome as a basketball team. It’s a nice sentiment that fans should continue to support their favorite team regardless of how good they are, but it’s also trite. Without the engine that runs this jalopy, people aren’t going to come to the demolition derby. From a business standpoint, then, I can at least understand why the Phoenix front office is so reluctant to deal Nash without his insistence on a trade; ticket sales and ratings hinge on his presence in the desert. If the Suns are going to trade their best player, then they better get quite a bit of value for him, and that’s just not going to happen. No one is giving up fair value for a 38-year old point guard, regardless of how well he’s playing.

But as an NBA fan? This is exactly what I want. The idea of Nash getting the ball to Howard where he needs it, setting up defenses with his neverending story and its dribble penetration plot devices, is one that sends my basketball-watching mind a-sputterin’ from sheer excitement. I also would kill to see Nash play defense in Stan Van Gundy’s defensive system, anchored by a stalwart like Howard. Nash isn’t as bad of a defender as many think he is; watching him play for one of the best defensive coaches in the world sounds like a blast.

And really, it’s the Orlando Magic. While I grew up as a Suns fan, the Magic grabbed a hold of my attention in the early-90s, as they did for so many other young NBA fans. As Grantland’s Rembert Browne put it:

I grew up, by geographical force, a Hawks fan, but one of the interesting things about that Magic team was that it seemed to attract fans from all over the country, myself included. To this day, I feel like that team has semi-cult status, almost like the Fab Five.

via Penny Hardaway Gives Us a Lift (And Answers Our Questions!) – The Triangle Blog – Grantland.

It’s 100% true. Having those teams miss out on an NBA title and a prolonged run was rather disappointing when I was growing up; I’d give quite a bit to see a modern-day reimagining Shaq and Penny in the visage of Dwight and Steve.

Lil Nash, anyone?

Trade Deadline: Everybody Loves Michael Beasley As Long As He’s Not On Their Team

Photo from armin_vogel via Flickr

It’s been almost 21 months since the Minnesota Timberwolves traded two second round picks and cash to the Miami Heat for Michael Beasley. A billion shot attempts later, they’ve had enough, says Sam Amico.

Stranger things have happened, but it would be a bit of a shock if Michael Beasley is still a member of the Minnesota Timberwolves in three weeks.

The Timberwolves are clearly looking to move Beasley and his $6.2 million salary, creating room for ever-improving rookie Derrick Williams at the forward position.

According to multiple FOX Sports Ohio sources, the Wolves have already spoken with New Jersey, Houston and the L.A. Lakers about Beasley. While both teams are said to still be open to a deal, it appears Beasley’s most likely landing spot, for the time being, is Boston.

The Celtics visited Cleveland on Tuesday, and the majority of the talk centered around a deal that would send center Jermaine O’Neal to Minnesota for Beasley. O’Neal is solid, but often-injured, causing some to wonder why the Wolves would be interested in such a deal.

via Beasley in Beantown? It’s possible – Blog Sports Ohio.

And says Chris Broussard.

The Minnesota Timberwolves offered to trade Michael Beasley to the Los Angeles Lakers for a first-round draft pick, but the Lakers turned them down, according to a league source.

While Beasley, a talented and athletic small forward, would fill one of the Lakers’ greatest needs, the Lakers rejected the offer because they do not want to add to their luxury tax bill, according to the source.

via Source — Los Angeles Lakers reject Minnesota Timberwolves’ trade offer of Michael Beasley – ESPN Los Angeles.

And says common sense.

The idea of Michael Beasley is a pretty cool one. While in practice he’s been stuck between the 3 and the 4, in theory, he should have conquered both. He’s fast, he’s strong, he’s a gifted scorer. He brings haircuts. He brings intangibles. He might be, and this is no joke, one of the most gifted athletes out there.

It’s just that when he’s out there, he’s really out there. All alone, teammates staring at him and waiting for something to happen. At which point jab steps and contested jumpers happen. And that’s it.

It’s a damn shame, because there is so much talent. Troubled and confused talent, but talent that’s waiting to burst out, and has failed not due to a sharp decline, but with sharp ups and downs. The rookie season wasn’t magnificent, but it was a solid statistical campaign that just so happened to remain the highest standard he’s set. He really seemed to break through in his first few weeks in Minnesota, before he mistook his progress as a promotion to first option and took his down, guns a-blazin’.

And now Minnesota has had enough, apparently looking to move the former #2 pick in the draft for, well, whatever. Even though he’s seemingly made an actual effort to adjust to new personnel, spotting up much more, isolating much less, making a larger percentage of his threes. Not enough to prevent his PER and TS% from yet another dramatic drop, but at least it’s possible to find the effort.

Beas will move on to the next team, be it a veteran squad who believes they can get to him like the Lakers or Celtics, or a squad desperate for cheap talent that expires this offseason, like the Nets. It will be a quiet deal, for a low-value pick, or perhaps even – the horror – for Luke Walton. After the short rental, he likely won’t get his overpriced qualifying offer, because nobody is giving that guy a 1 year, $8 million deal. Instead, he will sign a smaller deal with someone who still believes in talent. He can still turn it around, but it’s getting harder and harder to see how.

Trade Deadline: Michael Beasley’s Intangibles

Photo by *Micky on Flickr

There are a lot of rumors flying around out there about Michael Beasley getting traded sometime in the next two weeks. It makes a good deal of sense for the Timberwolves. With Derrick Williams maybe hopefully starting to come into his own and Beasley on a $6.2 million contract that expires after this season, he’s somewhat redundant on the Wolves and could be a good fit for a team looking for a gunner with no conscience at the three who can also do duty at the four. When Beasley’s head is on straight, he’s a deadeye midrange shooter whose shot can open up the drive. He has even passed the ball a few times, I swear. But if Beasley moves on from Minnesota, what I’ll miss most are the intangibles that Williams just won’t be able to replace. Here’s a loving video tribute to a unique player.

Michael Beasley takes over intro-ing the Wolves’ black jerseys last year:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF9Qz2dq3Ow

Accidentally rubbing Anthony Tolliver’s knee instead of his own:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=397KGshRNYI

Singing “Tearing Up My Heart” by ‘N Sync:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYDzvmoGIcE

His reaction to seeing what he thought was his bone after a bad cut (actually, it was just subcutaneous tissue):

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqLUocCWpok

I could not find the clip of Beasley singing “Unbreak My Heart” from last season, which was, for my money, better than the ‘N Sync one. If anyone can get it, please, let me know in the comments section.

15 Footer 3/1/12: It’s the First of the Month. Wake up.

Please watch the whole video, since the bridge at the end includes an awesome jersey sighting. Bonus points if you watch the video and tell me whose jersey it is in the comments. (Note: No actual points will be awarded.)

Oklahoma City Thunder @ Orlando Magic (8PM, TNT)
Based on how poorly the Magic played against the Wizards last night, I’m assuming the Thunder take this one handily. We can apply Skeets’s TNT theory to this one, folks: the first game of the TNT double-header will most likely be a blowout.

 

Minnesota Timberwolves @ Phoenix Suns (9PM, LEAGUE PASS FREE TRIAL THIS WEEK)
I highly suggest using your League Pass to check this game out. Rubio + Nash = sweet sweet love to assist-making. I would not be surprised if this game had the record for most combined assists by both teams ever.

 

Los Angeles Clippers @ Sacramento Kings (10PM, LEAGUE PASS FREE TRIAL THIS WEEK)
This season has been really good to the Clippers and the Kings. The Clippers are no longer “LA’s other team” as they’ve skyrocketed into relevance and playoff contention (and the top of the division!). The Kings have stumbled upon a stud point guard in Isaiah Thomas with the 60th pick in the draft, but more importantly, the city, team, and league have worked out an arrangement for a new arena to keep the team in Sacramento for a long time to come.

Easy there, Chris Tucker.

Miami Heat @ Portland Trail Blazers (10:30PM, TNT)
No matter good the Heat may be, NEVER underestimate the Blazers in the Rose Garden. Plus, to continue Skeets’s theory, the 2nd game of the TNT double-header is usually a close one. AccuScore has this matchup pretty even in its projections. Bosh is out tonight, so Aldridge will probably have some fun in the paint.

Enjoy the games!

Dominic McGuire’s Peculiar Brand Of Fascinating

Photo from zampano!!! via Flickr

If you wish to open the box score for last night’s Hawks-Warriors game, do so at your own peril. Because that game was all sorts of weird.

Stephen Curry, supposedly out for the night, checked in with 33 seconds left. He checked back out 3 seconds later, when a David Lee layup put the Dubs up for good. 3 different Hawks players finished with double-digit rebounds, including a ridiculous 16 from Zaza Pachulia. Ekpe Udoh actually scored in double digits, threw in 8 boards, 3 blocks and 3 steals for good measure, and had a +/- of +5, which is much more backup-power-forward than it is plus-minus-king. Ivan Johnson continued to be in the NBA, a fact that will probably never cease to amaze me. It was, to put it lightly, a freak show.

Above all, however, was the peculiar double-bagel that jumped out of the box score where one expected to see Golden State’s starting line-up. And while seeing Andris Beidrins score 0 points in 9 minutes has more or less become the norm in the bay area, the other non-scorer was a peculiar name.

Take it away, Ethan Sherwood Strauss!

Dominic McGuire was the man of the hour in last night’s narrow victory over Atlanta. He grabbed 15 boards, made life difficult for Joe Johnson–insofar as life can be difficult for so wealthy a dude. This isn’t what I loved most about McGuire’s performance, though. My favorite aspect was, “one shot, zero points.” In a perfect world, Dominic would have taken no shots. His layup try looked like a badly failed sobriety test. And this is the upshot: McGuire can be a valuable player if he just forgets about offense altogether.

via Dominic McGuire is a perfect zero | Golden State Warriors Blog And Forum | Warriorsworld.net.

At first glance, I thought it impossible to play 35 minutes while taking just 1 shot attempt. Forget zero points – some days are like that, even if you’ve made it to the NBA – but the notion of wandering around for almost 3 quarters without so much as an alluring jumper, a heave at the end of the shot clock, or an accidental tip in is simply unnatural to me.

Evidently, it is rare, but not impossible. Basketball Reference lists 32 instances of a player logging 30+ minutes with nary a shot nor a point, and 64 more of 0 points and just one field goal attempt. This spans over a 26 year stretch, mind you, so we’re in the range of 4 games per year, but it still soothes the stomach to see familiar offensive nonentities such as Dennis Rodman, Ben Wallace, and Jason Collins in a list where they are expected to dominate.

Nevertheless, it is a fascinating feat from a fascinating player, even if the sheer notion of calling Dominic McGuire fascinating outs me as a basement-dwelling NBA psychopath. While the concept of a player solely devoted to half of the game, savant-like in both his brilliant and dormant halves, is nothing new, the idea of Dominic McGuire as an effective NBA player is not one that existed before his emergence from the depths of Mark Jackson’s bench or your League Pass subscription.

That’s the beauty of basketball, though. While McGuire’s glaring limitations on offense will prevent him from ever becoming more than a specialist, the NBA is a place where specialists may find fame and fortune. Even though players of McGuire’s ilk aren’t quite unheard of, it is incredibly rare when one can honestly point to a 0 point outing as a candidate for the best game in a player’s career. It’s a very different type of fascinating, to be sure, but what is fascinating of not very different?

 

Trade Deadline: Kyle Lowry Should Be Untouchable

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The All-Star game has come and gone, which means NBA fans now get to focus on the next not-actual-basketball story of the actual-basketball season: the trade deadline. “Dwights and Paus and Rondos, oh my!” come the cries of the junkies, as blood, sweat and tears drip to the sewers, where the scum of the Earth use it as lubricant to set the creaky wheels of the tired trade machine in motion.

One of the teams who appear frequently in such discussions are the Houston Rockets. Years of gathering assets for an eventual superstar-acquiring trade have so far resulted in a Kevin Martin and a vetoed Pau Gasol trade, and at some point, one has to wonder if the charade might come to a forced ending. As good as Daryl Morey may be at lurking in the shadows, preying on the meek and feeble GMs of the Savannah, it can only last for so long before the herds realize that the grazing should be done elsewhere.

And so, with its great speculative powers, the internet has been wondering aloud when and why the Houston Rockets will do what and how. Nobody is safe, nobody free from the ever-working mind of the Houston braintrust. After all, you only get so many shots to get a superstar, and once you can, everybody on the roster should be available.

Kyle Lowry should not be available.

The true untouchable is a rare breed in the NBA. There are a handful of sentimental cases – Tim Duncan, for example, will remain in San Antonio until his own calling takes him elsewhere – but in a league with a clear hierarchy of good and better, everybody has a price. If LeBron James is on the table, Rick Adelman will have to stare Ricky Rubio straight in those beautiful, hope-filled eyes, and utter a soft “Adios” before losing himself in the deep seas of youth and innocence that the young Spaniards craftily hides in his retinas for one final time.

Oh, Ricky, you’ve cut yet another train of thought.

Kyle Lowry is 36th in the league in PER, says John Hollinger. PER isn’t the end-all be-all of basketball statistics, but when for a player like Lowry, who has the ball in his hands almost exclusively and plays nearly 35.5 minutes a game, we can safely assume that it is a strong projection of where, more or less, he stands among his peers. Furthermore, PER’s greatest weakness – assessing defensive ability – is one that Lowry pretty much aces.

Lowry’s presence as a defensive spearhead has been a huge part of a Houston defense that overcame a horrid start to the season, now ranking as a comfortable 15th per 100 possessions. MySynergySports tells us that Lowry gives up a mere 0.59 PPP in isolation plays, good for 24th in the league, and a simply very-good 0.75 against pick and roll ball handlers (73rd). Lowry’s overall Synergy numbers are hurt by his mediocre ability to close out on shooters – which is to be expected from a 6 foot guard – but basketballvalue.com eases us back into the realms of the eye test, reminding us that Houston gives up 4.22 points less per 100 possessions with him on the floor.

Put it all together, and it’s very hard to make a case that Lowry isn’t an all-star level talent. Actual all-star selections are hard to come by in the West, but the 36th PER in the league makes a lot of sense for a guy who, subjectively, seems to be knocking on the doors of top 30, give or take.

With Lowry, though, it’s not just pure ability. If you substitute the 35 names with PERs above Lowry’s 20.30 for a list of 35 contracts with said PERs, we see a very clear distinction between financial classes:

  • Max or near max contracts: 11 (LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, Kevin Durant, Chris Paul, Dwight Howard, Kobe Bryant, Tim Duncan, Pau Gasol, Dirk Nowitzke, Deron Williams, Kevin Garnett).
  • 9 million to 15 million dollars per season: 6 (LaMarcus Aldridge, Al Jefferson, Steve Nash, Andrew Bynum, Tony Parker, Andrea Bargnani)
  • Rookie scale deals with max extensions already signed: 3 (Rose, Love, Westbrook).
  • Rookie scale deals: 9 (Blake Griffin, Greg Monroe, Ryan Anderson, Stephen Curry, DeMarcus Cousins, Kyrie Irving, James Harden, Jeremy Lin, Kenneth Faried)
  • Big men under 5 million who have been crazy and may or may not sustain this level of play with more games and minutes: 3 (Nikola Pekovic, Brandan Wright, Spencer Hawes)
  • Around 5.9-6.7 million: 4 (Lou Williams, Marcin Gortat, Paul Millsap, Kyle Lowry).

The point to this?

Elite talent usually belongs to one of two groups – high money superstars, the kind Houston has been desperately trying to get; or strong draft picks, the kind Houston has been too good to draft in the lottery (seeing Lin up there after Houston cut him has to hurt, but he  never would have gotten playing time in Houston and everybody needs to chill). Players who emerge as near all-stars while playing on Lowry-level deals are extremely rare – the four players in that final group are all strong contenders for this season’s Most Improved Player, non-Lin division – and should be held on to, dearly. Because even if there are a handful of players better than Kyle Lowry this season, it’s almost impossible to find equal value.

So while Lowry-for-Rondo, Lowry-for-Gasol, or Lowry-for-whoever rumors may continue to make their way towards Houston message boards, the answer should be a very polite no. Not out of a stubborn clinging to a guy who has developed under the franchise’s tutelage, but due to a deep understanding of value in today’s NBA and how hard it is to get it.