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These are Some NBA Jerseys I Saw at Coachella

Last weekend, I attended the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival in Indio, California. It was my third time going to Coachella, and my first in the era of the Hoopster. Oftentimes, following a major music festival such as Coachella, Bonnaroo, or Lollapalooza, Deadspin will publish a photo gallery of bros wearing vintage NBA jerseys, usually under the heading “Look at This #&$%ing Hoopster,” the idea being to make fun of those who try to turn throwback jerseys into a hipster fashion statement. I don’t agree with this worldview—I actually, legitimately think it’s cool that people wear obscure jerseys to music festivals headlined by Radiohead and the Black Keys. The weirder, the better. Besides that, it was well over 100 degrees all three days of this particular edition of Coachella. Wearing a sleeveless jersey seems like a logical move. With that in mind, here are some photos I took over the course of the weekend of my favorite out-of-left-field jerseys, for your enjoyment.

The jersey sightings were impressive right out of the gate. There was no name on the back of this one, but a once-over of Vancouver Grizzlies rosters on Basketball Reference narrows it down to Cherokee Parks and Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf. Part of me really hopes taking the name off was a conscious decision, because that would mean he couldn’t decide which of those two players he’d rather rep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sadly wasn’t able to get a picture of my favorite jersey pairing of the weekend: twin #1 Magic jerseys walking together, one Penny and one T-Mac. This is the next-best thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess someone besides me likes these Miami jerseys:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t see as many LeBron James jerseys as I thought I would—maybe just one or two each of his Cavs and Heat uniforms. None of them topped this St. Vincent-St. Mary’s one, however:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Chris Paul jersey in the above photo is the only one I ran across. I didn’t see any Blake Griffin jerseys, either. Rumors of the Clippers taking over southern California may be exaggerated. In fact, the only Clips jersey I saw the entire weekend was this one:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tragically uncaptured jersey pairing No. 2: a Magic Johnson and a Derek Fisher, standing together waiting for Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg to come on. I’ll just have to create a hologram of that picture while you enjoy the missing link between the Lakers point guards:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Speaking of Fisher, one of St. Vincent’s roadies showed his solidarity with his’s latest battle with the NBPA. For the sake of every past and future festivalgoer, I hope he requests an audit of the price of bottled water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He wasn’t the only festival worker rocking a jersey. One of The Weeknd’s guitar techs went for Dennis Rodman. That’s sort of appropriate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As expected, the most ubiquitous player represented over the course of the weekend was the greatest of all time. The vast majority of the Michael Jordan jerseys I saw were the standard No. 23, but I also saw a couple of Dream Teamers that I sadly could not get on camera. That leaves us with this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continuing with the Bulls for a second, the most common current player I saw was Derrick Rose. This is mildly surprising, since Coachella is technically held in Lakers territory (Kobe was a close second, however). I didn’t bother taking any pictures of Rose jerseys because they were everywhere, but I did run into this, which I’m not sure what to make of:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s a Jerry Stackhouse Sixers jersey:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a Michael Finley Suns one, continuing the trend of journeymen represented by the teams they played with only briefly at the beginnings of their careers:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alonzo Mourning, Charlotte Hornets:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Current Knicks were sort of underrepresented—a few Amare’s here, a few Melo’s there, but otherwise not much. I’m heartbroken I wasn’t able to get a picture of the dude in a Melo Nuggets jersey and a Seattle Supersonics snapback—my guess is that being friends with him would involve a lot of forcing his way out of situations at his own convenience. Also shockingly underrepresented was one Jeremy Lin. I didn’t see one single Knicks, Warriors, or Harvard Lin jersey. I can live with that, however, because the one Lin jersey I did see is the single greatest basketball-jersey sighting of my life, a distinction it probably won’t lose anytime soon: a Reno Bighorns jersey, from the D-League. For those who know their Lin chronology, that’s the D-League squad he played for last season, while he was a member of the Warriors, which makes it even more incredible.

Back To The Start: The Official Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Dallas Mavericks Playoff Preview

Conceptual Architecture

by Connor Huchton 

We’re returning to this matchup less than a year removed from a spectacular five-game series between these two teams, but things doesn’t feel quite right. It’s a series that feels abrupt, sudden, and soon to end. The old must pass the torch to the young, but an anointing on such a lessened stage almost feels cheap.

But what a fantastic Western Conference Finals these two teams gave us last season. The aging, experienced Mavericks accelerated towards pinnacle performance against the surging, but still incomplete Thunder, and one of the greatest NBA players in history, Dirk Nowitzki, played some of the greatest and most important games of his career. It began with a 48-point performance and 24 consecutive free throws in Game 1, and ended in triumph and another chance at a title for Nowitzki, Jason Kidd, Jason Terry, and Peja Stojakovic. The Mavericks carved out a long-yearned chance, and the Thunder waited for another opportunity to create theirs.

And now the dynamic has changed. This season is trumpeted as the Thunder’s time to rise into playoff dominance, and the Mavericks’ time (perhaps temporarily) to decline. Yes, the Mavericks are still trumpeted as the aging veterans, but now “crotchety” or “slow” is often used in conjunction with that duly given, adjective-based respect. There’s an understandable negativity to the view of the Mavericks’ playoff chances, but it’s still a jarring turn from a championship podium. The Mavericks’ regression has come in an area where strength has always been expected in the past: on offense, and severely. In the 2011-2012 season, the Mavericks possess a thoroughly below-average offense that shies away from the free throw line and settles too often for difficult jumpers. Another year of age and the lockout replaced Tyson Chandler and championship exuberance, and the Mavericks have certainly been the worse for it.

In the midst of the Mavericks decline, the Thunder look to surge. A changing-of-the-guard moment will seem almost scripted on Saturday night, as Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook stare into the eyes of Jason Kidd and Dirk Nowitzki. But will they see a building challenge in this moment, or an easily overcome stepping stone?

The Death of Reason

By Jared Dubin

It’s not totally inconceivable that the Mavericks could topple the NBA’s darling Thunder in this series. It’s unlikely, of course, given the strength of Oklahoma City’s offense and the weakness of Dallas’ this season, but the Mavericks are equipped with the type of personnel that you can use to beat the Thunder. Dirk Nowitzki is a nightmare match-up for either Serge Ibaka or Kendrick Perkins because he draws them away from the rim with his ability to knock down mid-range (and longer) jumpers and he makes excellent use of pump fakes.

The Dirk-Terry pick-and-roll combination can give the Thunder problems, especially late in games, and especially if they insist on having Kendrick Perkins be the guy who hedges on screens no matter who is setting them. A few times against the Los Angeles Clippers, OKC executed an off-ball switch between Perkins and Ibaka in late-game situations so that Perk would guard the screener and Ibaka could stay near the basket and protect the paint from drives. But the Terry-Dirk pick-and-roll is really mostly a pick-and-pop attack, and putting Perkins in that kind of space against Nowitzki is a risky proposition. Asking Russell Westbrook to recover and challenge on a Dirk shot in those situations isn’t ideal either. It will be interesting to see how the Thunder defend those 2-4 and 4-2 pick-and-roll plays.

On the other side of the ball, Dallas has one of the best available options in the league with which to defend Kevin Durant. Shawn Marion’s combination of length, strength and quickness is vital to his ability to defend both on the perimeter and on the low block. If he can knock Durant off his spots, make him work harder to get open when coming off pin-down screens and pick-and-rolls and get in his face on those pull-up jumpers, Marion can make life difficult for KD, even if he’ll likely still get his buckets.

Even though they lost Tyson Chandler, the Mavericks defense didn’t drop off very far this season. They ended the year in the top 10 in defensive efficiency and the combination of Brendan Haywood, Ian Mahinmi and Brandan Wright has done an admirable job protecting the rim. If they can turn OKC into a jump-shooting team, they will give themselves a much better shot at winning the series.

Chemical Reactions, Plate Tectonics, and You

by Sean Highkin

As is the case for anybody playing Dallas, planning for Dirk Nowitzki will be a nightmare of the highest order for Oklahoma City. His ability to lure Serge Ibaka and/or Kendrick Perkins away from the paint could weaken Oklahoma City’s interior defense. It’s unlikely that he will play out of his mind to the degree he did last postseason, but he’s found a groove as the season has drawn to a close, and even standard Dirk is one of the toughest players to cover in the league.

Even with the perimeter threat of Nowitzki to deal with, the Thunder still hold a significant frontcourt advantage in this series. Realizing that your front line consists of Brendan Haywood, Ian Mahinmi, and Brandan Wright and having a blossoming defensive force in Ibaka to match up with with only drives home how important Tyson Chandler was to the Mavs’ success in last year’s playoffs.

And that’s before we even get to the Thunder’s two main offensive threats. At least the Mavs have Shawn Marion to stick on Durant, which should slow him down somewhat. Westbrook, on the other hand, has no reason not to go ham against Dallas’ thin backcourt. Rodrigue Beaubois has the speed but not the size to contend with him. Jason Kidd and Delonte West don’t have a prayer.

The battle of the sixth men will also be an interesting one to watch. James Harden has been cleared medically to play following the concussion induced last weekend by Metta World Peace’s elbow, but he hasn’t played in a week and could be rusty. Jason Terry has swung games in the playoffs in the past and could very well do so again. That’s the meaningful matchup Dallas has the best chance to win, and even that is no guarantee.

As If We Knew

by Jared Dubin

- Russell Westbrook, not Kevin Durant, will be the Thunder’s leading scorer. Dallas will try to keep Shawn Marion, their best defender, on Durant as much as they can. Westbrook, on the other hand, will see a lot of Jason Kidd, Roddy Beaubois and Delonte West. Russ’ size, speed and physicality are too much for any of them to handle. He’s going to have a huge series.

- Last year, Dirk Nowitzki reached the 40-point plateau twice in Dallas’ series against Oklahoma City. He doesn’t get there once this time around.

- Serge Ibaka will have a game where he has at least 6 blocked shots.

- James Harden’s health will be a major factor. Harden is key to the Thunder’s attack. When Thabo Sefalosha, Kendrick Perkins and Ibaka are on the floor at the same time, OKC’s spacing suffers greatly and they sometimes struggle to score points. When Harden comes in, everything changes. He’s a master in isolation, the pick-and-roll, spotting up and cutting to the basket. If he’s feeling any lingering effects from his concussion, the Thunder will have to lean even more heavily on Durant and Westbrook to create points. They need Harden in top form to move past Dallas.

- Rick Carlisle will out-coach Scott Brooks down the stretch and it will decide a game. This one’s easy. Brooks has been one of the most criticized coaches in the league for his late game strategy, especially when the Thunder are down. OKC’s offense can be very predictable in clutch time – Iso for Durant! High screen for Westbrook! I’m out of ideas now! – and it’s hurt them in recent games. Carlisle is one of the most creative coaches in the league when it comes to managing lineups to create mismatches and with his out of bounds plays and late-game play-calling. He’ll steal a game for the Mavs.

- Derek Fisher will go scoreless in the series.

- A couple of UNC guys need to come up big if Dallas wants to upset OKC: Vince Carter and Brandan Wright. Vince has been better for Dallas than anybody thought he’d be this year, and he’s actually been pretty important to their offense. Dallas struggled all year to create points (though they’ve come on somewhat lately), and Carter was a positive influence on the offense when he was on the floor. Vince needs to knock down jumpers, get into the lane with his dribble and contribute to defending Durant. It’s a lot of responsibility for the aging former star and he must be up to the task for Dallas to come away victorious. Wright needs to be able to help pound the offensive glass on one end of the court and protect the rim at the other. Serge Ibaka is vulnerable to bigs who can make mid-range jump shots and get him to bite on pump-fakes, so guarding Dirk Nowitzki is a bad match-up. If Wright can make him pay too, it will go a long way toward neutralizing the league’s best shot-blocker.

- Dallas won’t be able to score enough to keep up with the potent Thunder offense and Oklahoma City will prevail in 5 games.

A Preview of the First Round Playoff Series Between the Indiana Pacers and the Orlando Magic

Conceptual Architecture

By Noam Schiller

More than anything, this is a matchup of Up vs. Down, of Prologue vs. Epilogue.

The Indiana Pacers technically introduced themselves to the public eye during last year’s hard fought series against Chicago. Technically. But last year has no bearing on what the Pacers are going to do, either now or in the future. Last year was the initial kick from behind, the empirical evidence that maybe this can be part of the core group of something remotely meaningful. Last year was about Roy Hibbert standing his own and Paul George sinking his teeth into this “perimeter defense” thing to see if he can handle it without vomiting.

This year? This is the real deal. No more Josh McRoberts being counted on (and failing) to not commit horrible crunch time turnovers, no more Darren Collison ankle injuries being the difference between a workable backcourt and a barren wasteland. Unlike last year, when anything we got from this team was gravy, this time around we need to see something, even if we’re not sure exactly what that is. No, they won’t win the title, not remotely, but if Danny Granger can’t be the consistent first option, if Collison and George Hill can’t create for others, if Roy Hibbert can’t maintain a solid level of play without peaks and valleys, then this is where we find out. Internal development is still in the cards for this team by the spade, and this team is probably still a year or two away from taking that Thunder-esque carefree upstart and saddling it with the burden of expectations, but if we’re further away than we thought, if we’re just wasting out time here, we need to know to act accordingly.

For the Magic? Whatever this used to be, we’re very close to the end of it. Dwight is gone for the year, may or may not return, may or may not remain a petulant child. The second best player on the team is a restricted free agent, a borderline all-star contributor in a market lacking of actual all-stars, which typically warrants a flashing neon sign yelling “WARNING: WILL BE OVERPAID THIS SUMMER”. Jameer Nelson, longtime emotional leader and underachiever, will opt out this summer, and while this presumably means he’s been guaranteed a long term contract at a lower yearly figure (known as “The Richard Jefferson”), he’s already 3 years away from the only season in his career in which he’s shown anything more than slightly-above-mediocre.

Everything comes back to Stan, though. And for Stan, it’s hard to believe that this isn’t the end. The brilliant basketball mind doesn’t matter anymore, nor do the most entertaining interviews on the planet. The face of the franchise has decreed that Stan is done, and as a defense, Stan has defied management in a public forum. Nothing about this is salvageable, not even if the masterful coach can motivate an undermanned team to an unlikely victory from under the bus Dwight threw him under.

Great, Dwight. Real mature. Just throw Stan under the bus and leave.

You’re probably going to hear a lot about these Magic’s pride, a lot about SVG wanting to prove just how good he is without Dwight. All power to them. But these Magic are looking towards the uncertain, dark future that lies after defeat, while these Pacers are looking towards the uncertain, bright future that comes with bigger stages. We at HP try very hard not to settle into easy narratives, but when the quality of basketball coincides with the psyche of the basketballers, it’s hard to look at a series and not at what comes next. In this series’ case, that glance ahead sure looks like Indiana vs. Miami and Orlando vs. Itself.

The Death Of Reason

By Eric Maroun

There is an excellent chance that Stan Van Gundy has approximately one week left as the coach of the Orlando Magic. Throughout an increasingly trying season that has seen him butt heads continually with superstar/super drama instigator Dwight Howard, Van Gundy has had more attention turned on him than in any other past season. The issues between the two reached a fever pitch when Van Gundy confirmed rumors that Howard had asked for him to be fired. Howard countered by interrupting the press conference, unaware of what Van Gundy had just said, and made the situation as awkward as a sixth grade prom by joking around with Van Gundy. Howard, of course, denied the reports and demanded to know who the reporters’ sources were. Weeks later, Howard was ruled out for the season and the Magic entered the playoffs as presumable first round fodder for the Indiana Pacers.

Operating under the assumption that he will no longer be Orlando’s coach when the season tips off next year, there are two scenarios that could potentially play out. They may each be a tad (OK, extremely) unlikely, but speculation is fun and it would certainly add entertainment to what is setting up to be an awfully bland series.

Scenario One: Van Gundy, fed up with all of the shenanigans of the year, finally throws up his hands in a fit of rage and gives in. “You want to run this team? You think you know what’s best for the franchise? Fine! You do it!” he says as he throws a clipboard and dry erase marker at Dwight Howard. Van Gundy announces to the pres s that he will remain the head coach in name only, but all decisions made on the court will be determined by Dwight Howard. Throughout the duration of the series, Van Gundy then stages the equivalent of a sit-in protest for each game by remaining firmly planted on the bench with his arms folded across the chest as he watches Dwight Howard fail mightily. The Pacers cruise to an easy 4-0 series sweep as Van Gundy smiles to himself. The day after the series is completed, Van Gundy marches into Rich DeVos’s office, slams his fist down on his desk, and proclaims, “You can’t fire me! I quit!” Weeks later, following the Heat’s elimination in the Eastern Conference Finals courtesy of the Bulls, Erik Spoelstra is let go and Van Gundy returns to his old stomping grounds. A year later, Van Gundy leads the Heat to title and proceeds to laugh in Howard’s face until the end of time.

Scenario Two: The Magic players, as annoyed with the drama that Howard has caused all season long, begin to play their best basketball of the season. No longer saddled with the feeling that they have to feed the post on every possession and not being hampered by Howard’s poor free throw shooting, everything begins to click. For the first time all season, they start having fun playing the game of basketball. With absolutely no pressure on them and an “us against the world mentality”, they march into Bankers Life Fieldhouse and stun the Pacers in Game 1 of the series. The Pacers rebound in Game 2 by blowing out Orlando by 15, but the Magic respond by taking the next two games in Orlando. With their backs against the wall, the Indiana crowd, energized by Andrew Luck’s first appearance at a Pacers game, inspires the Pacers to win Game 5. Shortly before Game 6, Van Gundy gives an impassioned speech in the locker room. Years from now, it will be described as the basketball version of Al Pacino’s Any Given Sunday “One Inch” speech. Asking his players to dig deep and leave it all out on the floor in front of the home fans, Van Gundy pulls off his most masterful coaching job yet. The Magic shoot 55% from the field while the Pacers totally collapse under the pressure. Orlando prevails 113-102 and advance to the second round. In a stunning turn of events, the Magic decide that based on this performance, they would rather hitch their wagon to Van Gundy as opposed to Howard. As a show of revenge for all of the drama Howard put them through, Otis Smith trades Howard to Charlotte as the Internet explodes and Dwight turns not into Superman, but into The Incredible Hulk smashing everything in sight.

To paraphrase Dumb and Dumber, yes, these situations have a one in a million shot at happening; I’m just saying there’s a chance.

Chemical Reactions, Tectonic Plates & You

By Noam Schiller

There was supposed to be one good matchup in this series. Just the one. And now it’s gone.

Dwight Howard vs. Roy Hibbert could have been such a fantastic contrast in style. The two centers who represented the East in this year’s all-star game, head to head. One of them a once-in-a-generation, mutant freak of nature who has added to his sheer physical dominance through refinement and the guidance of the coach he wants to fire. The other, a slender asthmatic gentle giant who gradually improved his physical shape to the point where it’s no longer a hindrance when he tries to represent his soft touch and surprising skills.

Not that this particular matchup promised much, mind you. Howard has made a habit out of destroying Hibbert – in 15 career matchups between the two, Hibbert has been mostly unremarkable, averaging 9.8 points on 44.5% shooting and almost 4 fouls in 20 minutes of playing time. These numbers are heavily skewed by Roy’s earlier years, but the picture doesn’t look much better this year, with NBA Statscube telling us the Magic have outscored the Pacers by 15.1 points per 36 minutes with both large gentlemen on the court.

And yet, this is all moot. Howard’s domineering interior presence is more than enough to shake Hibbert’s foundation. Whoever is replacing Howard? Not so much. Glen Davis, assuming he’s even healthy, gives up half a foot to the Georgetown product, and will be utterly incapable of contesting what might be this point the most effective hook shot in the game today, or of keeping a top 25 offensive rebounder off the offensive boards. Orlando might even be better off with seldom used second year player Daniel Orton against Hibbert – not because Orton has showed anything more than occasional glimmers of a potential NBA career way down the road, but because Orton is big enough to put up a fight. At least, when his lack of polish doesn’t force Stan Van Gundy to carry him off the floor.

If we do try to dig deeper into whatever is left of the Magic post-Dwight, the picture isn’t pretty at all. The offense has remained strong so far, but the has defense understandably fallen off a cliff (Orlando has given up a fairly horrendous 106.8 points per 100 possessions over their last 10 games, far outweighing the 104.7 they’ve scored, according to NBA.com). Against a team that, for better or worse, usually derives its offense from multiple contributors, this serves for more of a general unease than a specific matchup concern. Whether it’s the size advantages offered by David West against Ryan Anderson and George Hill against Jameer Nelson, or just the general firepower of a Danny Granger that’s been scorching hot lately, Orlando has everything and everywhere to worry about.

Specifically, they must worry that the only way to cover for the loss of their defensive anchor is to outscore a top 10 offense while going up against a top 10 defense. The good news is that Orlando still has enough long range offensive to potentially swing a given game. The bad news is that anything more consistent would require a return to health from both Davis, whose fantastic April splits (16.4 and 8.8 on 50% shooting after what had probably been the worst season of his career) were keeping Orlando alive, and Hedo Turkoglu, who is talented enough for us to concede that he can theoretically still be a fine perimeter creator, but who is also coming off three weeks of injury and three years of apathy.

And so, we must focus on Roy against Dwight, or the lack thereof. From the double teams that allow Anderson and J.J. Redick to roam free, to the defensive funneling that forces jump-shot happy teams to take that 20 footer instead of the one from 24 or 14, most of what Orlando does is dead in the water. Whether SVG can conjure something else given the personnel on both sides remains to be seen, but if he does, it will be something that is both new, and completely unimaginable.

As If We Knew

By Eric Maroun

It’s tempting to sit here and pick an Indiana sweep. After all, there is a legitimate case to be made that the Pacers hold an advantage in every matchup on the floor. For starters, Jameer Nelson has gone from “solid point guard on Finals team” to “wait, would I even want this guy on my team?” in the span of three seasons. The biggest reason though is the glaring loss of Dwight Howard for the Magic. Orlando won the season series with Indiana 3-1, but that is rendered completely irrelevant by the fact that Howard won’t be on the court this time around. In the regular season, he put up box scores of 14 points, 9 rebounds, 27-8, and 30-13 in the three Magic wins, and he managed a 24-13 performance in the only Magic loss against the Pacers. Without Howard on the floor, it’s difficult to see who is going to stop Roy Hibbert. Glen Davis is the next man up to take a crack at containing Hibbert, but he tweaked his ankle in a win earlier in the week against Charlotte leaving him, at best, day-to-day to begin the series.

The only thing preventing me from predicting a full Pacers sweep is that, as a Cavs fan,  I vividly remember the 2009 Eastern Conference Finals and the Magic’s ability to be absolutely lights out from 3 point range. Even though that was three years ago, this still just feels like a series where JJ Redick and/or Ryan Anderson could catch absolute fire from downtown. In the same game against Charlotte where Big Baby got hurt, Redick and Anderson combined for 55 points with Redick posting a career high 31 points on 9-19 shooting (6-10 from beyond the arc). It’s not out of the question that they could do this again if they get hot. Anderson’s best chance to make an impact in this series is going to have to rely on the simple mathematic principle that three is greater than two. He is going to have an exceedingly difficult time stopping David West at the 4 position; therefore, his best chance to counteract the points he is going to give up on the defensive end is to lure West out to the three point line and start making threes.

Orlando is a classic “live by the 3, die by the 3” team as they led the league this year in both thee point makes (10.2 per game) and three point attempts (27.0 per game), and they finished tied for third with Chicago for three point percentage (.375). Nine different times this year, the Magic made more than 15 three pointers in a game; they finished 8-1 in those games with the only loss coming in overtime to Utah. While it’s absolutely in the realm of possibility that they are able to muster one of these nights during the course of a seven game series, it seems highly unlikely they can do it any more than that.

Pacers take this one in a gentleman’s sweep, 4-1.

A Preview of the First Round Playoff Series Between the Miami Heat and the New York Knicks

Conceptual Architecture

By Sean Highkin

No one series should have all that (star) power. This will be the most talked-about series of the first round, because of the markets and names involved. Both of these teams chased LeBron James in the summer of 2010, and one of them won. On the surface, there are a lot of similarities between the New York Knicks and Miami Heat. Their rosters are insanely top-heavy and pretty thin beyond the big names. Each team has one superstar who has battled injuries all year (Amar’e Stoudemire and Dwyane Wade, respectively). The Knicks boast the best interior defender in the league in Tyson Chandler, while the Heat have its best all-around player in James. Both of these teams have looked virtually unstoppable at some points during the regular season, and completely lost at others.

The Knicks in particular have had to change narratives this season more times than people can count. The most compelling of those stories, the rise of Jeremy Lin, will be a non-factor here as he sits out with a knee injury. Because of this, Baron Davis and Mike Bibby will be handling point-guard duties for New York, which can’t make Knicks fans feel too optimistic. Both of them will have to keep their turnovers down to avoid giving up easy baskets to the deadliest open-court duo in the NBA. That’s a tall order, especially against a defense as good as Miami’s.

The matchup to watch, obviously, is that of James and Carmelo Anthony, who has played out of his mind since Mike D’Antoni resigned. Beyond that, there are several players on either side who could conceivably swing the series. For the Heat, Chris Bosh’s contributions will be key, and he’ll have his work cut out for him against Chandler. If Mike Miller is able to knock down open shots, that gives Miami another offensive weapon. Ditto Steve Novak on the Knicks, whose concern isn’t as much making shots as not being too much of a liability on the defensive end. The Knicks’ ability to win the series may depend on which version of J.R. Smith decides to show up. If he heats up, there’s nothing to stop him from changing the outcome of at least one or two games.

No matter what happens, this will be the series that gets the most media attention. If the Heat lose, the “LeBron shrinks in big moments” narrative will be double that of what it was after last year’s Finals. If the Knicks lose, they’re apparently gearing up to throw an ungodly amount of money at Phil Jackson. It’s hard to pick against the Heat, because the pure talent of James and Wade is simply overwhelming. But either way, this one’s going to be fun

The Death of Reason

By Jared Dubin

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #1 – LeBron James’ postseason disappearing act could come earlier than it has in each of the last two years. LeBron seemingly wilted under pressure in the 2010 Eastern Conference Finals against the Boston Celtics, playing passive and disinterested as the Cavaliers looked listless and fell in Games 5 and 6. Similarly, he seemed to be spontaneously invisible in the second half of the series against the Mavericks in the NBA Finals. (Of course, this conveniently ignores how dominant James was in the series’ immediately proceeding his disappearing acts. But still, a pattern has been established and it’s possible the issues could creep up yet again.)

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #2 – Baron Davis, Mike Bibby, Toney Douglas, Mario Chalmers or Norris Cole might actually see the court in crunch time of an NBA playoff game.

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #3 – J.R. Smith or Steve Novak could set the record for 3-pointers made in a playoff game. The way the Heat play defense, they give up a lot of open 3-pointers. Their constant trapping and rotating sometimes leaves holes on the perimeter, and good shooters from the outside can make them pay. Novak led the league in 3-point field goal percentage this season and Smith is one of the streakiest shooters in NBA history. Just a couple weeks ago the two combined for 15 3′s against the Boston Celtics’ trapping, rotating defense, and if the Heat get just a little bit lazy or slow with their help defense, New York’s shooters can bury them in record numbers.

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #4 – LeBron and Dwyane Wade could have a bagillion highlight reel plays. The Heat overwhelmed the Knicks in the open court in their February meeting, turning 19 Knick turnovers into multiple rim-crushing dunks and fastbreak alley-oops. If the Heat can force the Knicks to turn the ball over and get out on the break, it will go a long way toward curing what was an ailing offense in April.

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #5 – Somewhat connected to #4, Ronny Turiaf could have some all-time great facial reactions on the bench.

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #6 – Amar’e Stoudemire could grab himself a lot of bench. There is so much lineup data out there that suggests that the Carmelo-Amar’re, Tyson-Amar’e and especially Carmelo-Tyson-Amar’e lineup combinations just do not work. With the way the Knicks played toward the end of the season with Chandler at center and Anthony at power forward, Stoudemire seems to be the odd man out here. Mike Woodson has been starting Stoudemire but taking him out early on to get Melo extended minutes as a small ball four. If that alignment proves as effective against Miami as it was in the home stretch of the regular season, will Woodson have the guts to glue Stoudemire to the bench for extended stretches before unleashing him against Miami’s softer second unit? His willingness to do so could be key for New York’s chances in the series.

- Crazy Thing That Could Happen In This Series #7 – We could potentially get a bench clearing brawl, right? It is Knicks-Heat, after all.

Chemical Reactions, Plate Tectonics & You

By Jared Dubin

If the Knicks are going to make things difficult from Miami, they’ll have to get a lift from their bench. Miami’s depth is a weakness, but New York’s is is a strength. The play of Steve Novak – who led the league in 3-point field goal percentage – J.R. Smith and Landry Fields is especially important, but the Knicks will also need solid, efficient performances from the likes of Mike Bibby and Jared Jeffries and/or Josh Harrelson and Dan Gadzuric if Jeffries can’t play through his injuries. Novak and Smith are best equipped to make the Heat pay. Miami likes to trap ball-handlers and depend on their help defense and quick rotations to close out on shooters. If the Knicks can whip the ball around the perimeter and find Novak and Smith with space beyond the arc, they can catch fire and keep New York in the game. Especially if the Heat elect to double Carmelo Anthony on the dribble drive or in the post, the ability of New York’s wings and guards to make catch-and-shoot jumpers will be of paramount importance.

The Knicks going small with Melo at the four can also cause problems for the Heat, whether he’s sharing the front court with Tyson Chandler or Amar’e Stoudemire. If Chris Bosh has to guard Anthony for any kind of extended stretch of time, he could easily get burned. Melo is at his best when he’s got the ball in the deep wing on the right side of the court and he can jab-step, pump-fake, drive and bully his way to the basket for lay-ups, offensive rebounds and free throws. Guarding him with a bigger, slower defender plays right into his hands. And if he really gets going and the Heat have to bring double teams his way, that opens things up for the likes of Novak, Smith, Iman Shumpert and Baron Davis from the outside. That’s why you saw LeBron James guarding Carmelo solo down the stretch of the last Heat-Knicks game. Once that change was made, Melo stopped attacking the basket and settled for four 3-pointers in the 4th quarter as the Heat pulled away.

It will be interesting to see what happens if and when both teams go small though. Both Anthony and James have had great success as small-ball power forwards this season, especially Anthony over the last few weeks when Amar’e Stoudemire was injured. Using their speed and quickness advantages against bigger players at the four on the offensive end led to easy baskets around the rim, and when the defenders started to play off, both Bron and Melo would make them pay from the mid-range and beyond. The move to the four also helped Carmelo immensely on the defensive end. Rather than being primarily on the perimeter where he was prone to ball watching and lazy rotations, he often found himself working underneath the basket in the post, and his weaknesses as a defender were less noticeable. He wasn’t necessarily good on that end, but he was much more active and engaged. Both James and Anthony enjoyed advantages over other power forwards, but if the team go small at the same time, those advantages may be neutralized. The few times that Anthony hasn’t been flat out dominant over the last month or so came when teams went small against the Knicks’ small-ball lineup, like when Indiana played Danny Granger as a power forward and the Bulls did the same with Luol Deng. And now that Stoudemire has returned to the lineup and Anthony has slid back to small forward, it’s likely he’ll be matched up with LeBron for most of the series. It’s nearly impossible to neutralize James, but if he gets baited into a game of one-upsmanship with Carmelo and starts isolating one-on-one instead of moving and cutting and finding Wade and Bosh and putting constant pressure on the Knicks’ maniacally rotating defense of their own, it will go a long way toward slowing him down.

The Knicks will probably send a bunch of different guys at both James and Dwyane Wade throughout the course of the series. Iman Shumpert will draw the primary duty on Wade, but he’ll also see time on LeBron. Smith and Fields will both get shots to guard each of the Heat’s perimeter threats as well. You might see Carmelo, Jeffries, Amar’e or even Novak on LeBron at some point. At different points of the game the Knicks may double each or both of them or play them strictly one-on-one. They might trap or they might not. The goal will be to keep them on their toes so they don’t know what coverage to expect on any given trip down the court. Shumpert will do an admirable job on Wade, but Flash is still going to get his. Smith has been much more dedicated on defense as a Knick than he was in Denver, but he’s still vulnerable off the dribble and on the weak side closing out on shooters. Fields loses shooters like it’s his job and can be bullied in the post if he ever has to guard James. Obviously, LeBron causes all kinds of problems for the Knicks both on the break and in the half court. He’s a freight train when working off the dribble-drive, gets to the line nearly at will and has added a refined and improved post-up arsenal to what was already the most dominant and diversified offense game in the NBA. Carmelo will do as best he can to slow him down, but they’ll have to give him lots of help. At that point it will be up to the Knicks’ other defenders to rotate out to Bosh, Wade, Mario Chalmers, Shane Battier, Mike Miller and Norris Cole. Chandler will have to be all over the court, from the 3-point line to the rim.

Speaking of New York’s defense, it does feature the one guy who caused the most problems for the Heat in last year’s NBA Finals: Defensive Player of the Year favorite Tyson Chandler. Chandler’s presence in the lane and near the rim led the way as the Knicks improved from a bottom 10 defense last season to a top 5 one this year. He’s probably the single most important defensive player in the league. His combination of energy, communication skills and versatility make him very well equipped to stymie the Heat’s three-pronged superstar attack. One way Miami can attack Chandler and the Knicks defense is to go small. Forcing Chandler to cover Chris Bosh (which he’ll likely have to do a lot of anyway, even if the Heat don’t go small much – see next paragraph) draws him out of the paint and opens up driving lanes for Wade and James. Bosh’s ability to knock down mid-range jumpers should keep Chandler away from the hoop. If they can get Wade and Bosh in pick-and-roll situations, they can very likely get Shumpert to switch on the screen (fighting through screens is the biggest among Shump’s few defensive weakness) and get a mismatch for Bosh on the block or Wade off the dribble. Shumpert has put the screws on the likes of Derrick Rose, Kobe Bryant and even Wade at times this season in isolation, but you can catch him if you throw lots of screens his way.

The Heat will obviously be looking to take advantage of Stoudemire’s poor defense as well. He’d struggle enough to defend Bosh in the Heat’s and Knicks’ normal lineups that they’ll try to hide him on Turiaf, Anthony or Haslem whenever possible by having Chandler guard Bosh for much of the game. But that brings Chandler away from the hoop and forces the Knicks to rely on Stoudemire as a rim-protector. And if Amar’e ever has to defend James when the Heat go to their small ball lineup, forget it. It will be the torching to end all torchings. The only way Stoudemire can neutralize his bad defense is by going to work on Bosh, Haslem, Anthony, James and whoever else Miami throws his way on the other end. With the way the Heat play pick-and-roll defense, Amar’e has to be able to nail that defense-stretching, 15-18 foot jumper from either elbow to keep them honest. On New York’s first unit, Chandler is usually the Knicks’ primary screener and Stoudemire comes in behind as the outlet man, and that shot should either open up for Stoudemire or else he’ll have to make another quick-hit pass to the corner or the opposite wing to find Shumpert, Novak, Smith or Fields for a 3-pointer or a side pick-and-roll opportunity. When Stoudemire is out there with the second unit, he’ll be the primary screener, and he has to know when the slip the screen to keep the defense honest and when to hold it. He’s a dangerous finisher on the roll and Davis, Bibby, Shumpert, Anthony and Smith have to keep their head up looking for him. If he can hit pick-and-pop jumpers off quick-hit passes against Miami’s traps, that’s a huge plus for the Knicks.

Both teams might also go without traditional point guards for small stretches of the series. James has functioned as Miami’s de facto backup point guard for a while now due to the inconsistent play of Norris Cole, and Woodson has shown a proclivity for playing Shumpert and Smith as his back court at times. The Shump-Smith tandem has actually been one of New York’s most effective offensive lineups this season, averaging 105.7 points per 100 possessions (pts/100). They have been pretty good defensively too, giving up just 99.7 pts/100. But the Heat’s most common 5-man lineup with LeBron at the point – James, Wade, Battier, Bosh, Haslem – was even better, scoring 112.3 pts/100 and giving up 103.4. Whether the teams go point guard-less at the same time or different times will be something interesting to watch.

The play-calling of Mike Woodson and Erik Spoelstra is sure to be a hot topic as well, as both teams are prone to stretches of ugly, disjointed, isolation-heavy basketball at times. The Knicks have been all-Melo, all-the-time lately and they’ve had a lot of success. That type of isolation-heavy approach doesn’t work against the Heat though; Miami was ranked 1st in the league in points per possession against on Isolation plays according to mySynergySports. Since Woodson became the head coach, the Knicks have run the highest percentage of isolation plays in the league, and their percentage of isolations was actually higher than any team’s percentage of any type of play. It’s a good thing Woody has shown some flashes of creativity with his play-calling in crunch time, because constant one-on-one play against the Heat is not going to cut it. Spoelstra has come been criticized for uncreative play-calling late in games, preferring to set up an isolation or high pick-and-roll opportunity for either James or Wade. James, obviously, has come under (mostly undeserved) fire for decisions on whether to take the last shot or pass the ball to a teammate. Whichever coach gets his team to move the ball, move without the ball and probe the defense until it finds the best shot will go a long way toward giving their team an advantage in the series.

The biggest mismatch of the series isn’t actually between any two players, but rather the Knicks’ biggest weakness and Miamis greatest strength. New York struggled all year with turnovers leading to easy baskets; the Knicks ranked 27th in the league in both turnover ratio and opponents’ points off turnovers per game. The Heat, of course, have thrived off forcing their opponents into turnovers and turning them into easy baskets. Miami ranked 3rd in the NBA in opponents’ turnover ratio and tied for 1st in points off turnovers per game. LeBron led the league in points off turnovers per game and Wade finished 2nd. In 3 games this year, the Heat forced the Knicks into 54 turnovers and turned them into 60 points. That rate of 20.0 points off turnovers per game was 2.3 more than the Knicks allowed as a team and would have led the NBA this season. If the Knicks don’t limit their turnovers – if they dribble directly into the Heat’s traps, if they throw lazy ball reversal passes, if they don’t watch out for double teams in the post – and they let Miami get free points, they simply have no chance at the series.

As If We Knew

By Steve McPherson

Based on all the troubles, real or imagined, that both of these teams have with getting all their tremendously talented players to play in a talented and tremendous way with each other, the best route for either team might be handing over their superstars and watching their opponent explode in a fiery ball of sheer basketball skill. How terrible would a team with Wade, James, Anthony, Stoudemire, and Bosh be? Clearly, they would be awful.

But that of course, is not going to happen. Miami won all three games between these two teams this season and there seems to be little doubt they will win this series. If New York can get comfortable with Stoudemire off the bench, expect them to bring it to Miami and draw this out to at least five and maybe six if we’re really getting into a New York state of mind. Anthony’s been on fire recently, but the playoffs have a way of tamping down individual numbers in favor of balanced offense. That’s also something that plays into Miami’s favor; even though they’ve struggled offensively recently, there’s every reason to think their cavalcade of stars will do serious damage in the early rounds.

One thing that will be interesting to watch for as it develops is James and Anthony playing the 4 for their teams. Both have had success as sort of super-strong but undersized PFs. James posted a frankly ridiculous 37.6 PER at the position, while Anthony posted a less silly but also impressive 28.9 PER as a 4. By way of contrast, Kevin Love led all “true” PFs with a PER of 25.3 for the season. But if both Anthony and James are playing PF, it’s likely to neutralize the advantages (primarily speed and shooting) both have preyed on from that spot.

Miami in 5.

Video: 2012 NBA Playoff Preview

The 2011-2012 regular season didn’t exactly go as planned, but was anyone actually naive enough to think it might? The league cobbled together a massive slate with little regard for their overextended teams, and took in another banner year despite the nauseating bickering that dominated lockout discussion.

The NBA turned its regular season — the savory main course that truly satiates a basketball die-hard’s appetite — into a formality. But that alone shouldn’t prevent us from enjoying the dessert to come, no matter how odd the seeding, how unpredictable the matchups, and how unsatisfying the previous dish.

The playoffs are here, and for now, that’s all that really matters.

2012 NBA Playoffs: Spurs vs. Jazz and a Metric Model of Awesome

Four Things You Need To Know

(1) Players Are Compared To The Corresponding Positional Average And Minute Threshold.  The idea behind this project is to explore player performance in relation to the average player at their position. Many lines have been blurred in the positional revolution, and while shooting guards and small forwards are doing very similar things on the court, basic differences between point guards and centers have endured. Big men are grabbing the rebounds, point guards are dishing out the assists, and the bulk of shots are coming from very different locations on the floor (on average). The comparisons won’t always be perfect, but using positional averages makes the exercise more useful in my mind.

Along the same lines, there is a general trend in the NBA that better players play more minutes. Even rate stats increase on average when breaking down positions at the higher minutes per game thresholds, so while it’s fun to compare Derrick Rose to  Toney Douglas , it makes more sense to use other starting PGs as the measuring bar. I’ve broken each position group into two segments (10+ min/gm and 25+ min/gm) so the top players are subject to a smaller pool and the role players get an expanded basis for comparison. With teams tightening rotations up for the playoffs, high end matchups are far more likely to see now.

(2) I’ve Altered A Few Things To Make It More Intuitive.  First of all, this exercise covers offensive and rebounding stats exclusively, because there aren’t enough reliable defensive metrics at the individual level to work with. Again, remember that defensive impact is not included in this analysis — I would recommend checking out 82games.com for +/- stats and counterpart PER allowed if you’d like to take a deeper look.

A trio of alterations have also been applied to make the data more understandable: (a) Turnover Rate is the only stat where a lower value is better, so I have flipped the values to make a lower TOR appear as above-average, (b) low sample size shooting zones — 3-9ft and 10-15ft — have been combined into a single value and (c) a 50 attempt minimum threshold has been imposed on each shooting zone to avoid misleading stats like  Andrew Bynum’s  three-point shooting percentage.

(3) Here’s An Example.  Mike Dunleavy  is a SF who plays 26.2 min/gm, so I compared his production to the averages for NBA SFs that played 25+ min/gm this season. For example, Dunleavy has an Assist Rate of 20.43, while the average NBA SF (25+ min) has an AR of 17.8. Dunleavy is clearly above average, but I compare his value by indexing against the average. Dunleavy’s AR is divided by the positional average and multiplied by 100, and the resulting value 114.7 means that Dunleavy is 14.7% better than the average SF (25+ min/gm) when it comes to AR.

(4) Here Is How You Read The Graph.

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Anthony Randolph, Seductress

Photo by aclbraga on Flickr

The other night I was tangentially involved in a discussion between Brian Geltzeiler and Stephen Litel about the Timberwolves’ Anthony Randolph, who’s been playing well lately in the wake of injuries to the Wolves actually good players. It all stemmed back to this post, where Geltzeiler named Randolph his “12th Man of the Year” and said that when Randolph got playing time this year he “rode to the occasion and showed that tantalizing ability and athleticism that had made the Warriors and the Knicks before the Timberwolves believe he could be special.” His fundamental argument is that if Beasley and Williams were getting minutes and often squandering them, why not give Randolph the chance to show his talent? He sums it by saying, “AR has a ton of talent and is young enough and shows enough flashes, that it’s tough to quit on him.”

He’s certainly young enough, which is kind of the weird part of this. It feels like he’s been in the league forever, but it’s actually only been three years, and Randolph is only 22. Part of that illusion is created by the fact that he’s played for three different teams in those three short years—the Golden State Warriors, the New York Knicks, and the Minnesota Timberwolves. The Warriors thought enough of him to take him with the 14th pick of the draft and it’s not hard to understand what they thought they were seeing. It’s the same thing Geltzeiler’s seeing and his Draft Express profile from 2009 sums it up pretty neatly:

In terms of raw talent, no player displayed more glimpses of potential than Golden State Warrior Anthony Randolph …Randolph’s physical gifts are impossible to ignore, and are clearly a huge part in what makes him such a special talent. 6-10, with a pterodactyl wingspan (7’3″) and freakish athleticism, there are very few players in the NBA he can be compared to … What makes Randolph unique is his ability to create his own shot from the perimeter at his size, or operate as a super fluid one-man fast break. He possesses a devastating first step and excellent ball-handling skills, to go along with great coordination and extremely advanced footwork. It’s not rare to see him tap-dancing his way to the basket with the greatest of ease, often throwing in lightning quick spin-moves along the way, only to stop on a dime and then pivot in the opposite direction for an effortless finish … Randolph also didn’t shy away from taking his man down to the paint and showing his post repertoire. This is an interesting part of his game that can still be developed into a terrific weapon, as his excellent combination of quickness and footwork really makes him a big mismatch against small forwards and power forwards alike, despite his lack of strength.

Sounds amazing, doesn’t it? Geltzeiler feels that Adelman didn’t make the most of Randolph, which I would agree with, if the above assessment were correct. But Randolph’s already played for two coaches who seemed to be perfect fits for making the most of his talents and neither of them could get anything meaningful out of him. Don Nelson has long been known for running with abandon, for not emphasizing defense, for loving athletic guys in that 6’8” to 6’10” range. But Randolph didn’t blossom there. So off he went to New York and Mike D’Antoni, the coach who plucked Boris Diaw from obscurity, who loves to run the break and get guys who don’t seem to fit anywhere to become essential cogs and flywheels in a smoothly working offense. In fact, D’Antoni’s great failure in New York—the one that led to his departure—was failing to work with the superstars, not the guys like Randolph.

Adelman is a coach players love, a guy who will keep guys in there when it’s working and is known to give players a lot of chances before relegating them to the bench. In January, Randolph played in 15 games, and although he only averaged 12 minutes, his per 36 numbers were pretty good for a reserve player (~16 PPG, 7.5 RPG). Furthermore, he saw the court in most of the games the team played that month (18 total). And then, it suddenly dried up for Randolph.

After the Wolves’ game against Houston on January 30, he didn’t see the floor again for more than a week, next appearing against Memphis on February 8. And then after that he didn’t get any playing time for three weeks until the Wolves played the Lakers on February 29. What happened?

In the last two weeks of January, even as Randolph was playing well, there were these stretches where he would seem to completely lose focus. Take this sequence against the Kings on January 16 (Randolph is #15).

Starting on defense, Randolph loses Jason Thompson as he cuts to the basket then tries to make up for it with a poor steal attempt. Tolliver manages to block the shot and on the other end, Randolph is left all alone to throw down the dunk. Which is great, but on the next defensive possession, he can’t keep Thompson in check and fouls him while giving up the basket. Then, on the free throw attempt, he fails to box out his man, who gets the rebound and then gets fouled (possibly by Randolph again, although it might be Williams) going up for the shot.

Two nights later against the Pistons, Randolph’s hazy defense was on display again.

Although the Wolves don’t appear to be playing zone, it’s not at all clear who Randolph thinks he’s defending at the beginning of this play. It looks like he indicates to Williams that he should take Maxiell while he takes Jerebko. He’s down in the paint on the left side not moving very much. In the picture below, everyone’s totally out of position.

It appears that Randolph is on Jerebko and Williams is on Maxiell, but Ellington’s man is Stuckey, who’s screened from him by Randolph. As the play evolves, Randolph and Williams switch and Randolph allows Maxiell to cut to the basket when he takes an ill-advised step towards the driving Stuckey. If you watch closely, you can see that’s actually the only time Randolph moves during the play. His feet are basically glued to the floor. That’s not the kind of thing that will endear you to a coach.

It’s not even all on the defensive end. From that same Pistons game, there’s this, where Randolph looks completely bamboozled on offense:

Waiting in the high post, he jumps out, clearly thinking that Barea is passing to him when Barea is in fact passing to Ellington. He sets a pretty decent pick to get Ellington free and then tips it out of bounds when Maxiell can’t control the rebound. It’s not damning play, which is probably how he kept getting minutes for at least a while longer. And keep in mind this is all from the guy who already simply ignored Ricky Rubio calling for the ball on the break.

All of this, though, is just prelude to his performance on January 30 against the Rockets. His line isn’t a total indictment, even if it’s not great (14 mins., 5 pts, 3 rebs, a -7 in +/-). But watching his minutes and focusing on him, there are lots of little things (some of which don’t get called against him) that point towards his head not being in the game: grabbing guys on screens, pushing guys on rebounds.

There’s also Randolph’s consistently weak screening. Svelte is something of an exaggeration for Randolph and maybe it’s down to his body, but time and again Randolph fails to set a pick that actually stops the defender from following the ball. The first screen he sets for Ridnour in this play is more like a screen door:

The second one is better, but then you can see that instead of rolling all the way to the hoop, Randolph stops short for some reason. Look at how wide open the lane is:

But because he stops—perhaps wanting to take a midrange jumper—Ridnour’s pass sails right past him and into Kyle Lowry’s waiting hands.

Here, he falls for the initial fake and then fades into the lane, where he fails to box his man out and gives up the offensive rebound and tip in.

And then there’s defense like this:

As the play starts, Randolph is on the right block defending Jordan Hill. As Hill crosses the lane, Randolph sort of stays with him, and then when Dragic drives the lane he bites completely, leaving his feet to challenge the 6’4” guard (remember, Randolph is 6’10”) and leaving Hill open for the easy dish and lay-in.

But perplexingly, he’s not all terrible and that’s where it gets frustrating because in the very same game there’s this, which is pretty much exactly what that Draft Express profile was singing hallelujah over:

Seeing Randolph catch the ball on the wing, swing it down, blow past his man and get to the hoop for a ridiculous dunk in just four steps is what makes people keep believing in him. And it’s why teams keep getting hurt by him because a lot of the time, he’s not even awful. He just sort of disappears. When he’s not engaged in the offense, he spends a lot of time setting up in the high post and then calling for the ball. In fact, he spends a lot of time calling for the ball period. Then on defense, his physical limitations come to the fore more than his strengths. At 205 pounds, he doesn’t have enough mass to defend centers or power forwards, but he’s also not fast enough to just blow by them most of the time. When he can get past them, as above, it usually requires a little nifty footwork, which Randolph often seems loathe to engage in.

When he got another chance against Memphis a week after the Houston game, things hadn’t improved. Here are four back-to-back offensive possessions from midway through the fourth quarter.

In the first one, he can’t seem to figure out how to set a screen for J.J. Barea. When it sort of works, finally, he rolls straight to the lane while Barea weaves around him (which, admittedly, is at least partly on Barea). He actually puts the feed from Barea in, but it’s a minor miracle they didn’t trip over each other on the way there. The point, though, is that he got to the basket and got points.

In the second one, when Marc Gasol leaves Randolph to defend Barea’s drive, Randolph catches it in space and drives (presumably mindful of the success he had on the last possession), but he jumps from well outside the restricted area more or less directly into Gasol and fails to put the layup in.

He actually makes the smart play in the third one, even if he hangs back because the contact on the last possession bothered him. Catching it near the right elbow, he pump fakes and gets Rudy Gay to back off him before he drains the midrange shot. The problem is that having sunk that shot, he pulls up on the next possession and takes a bad midrange jumper.

So Randolph uses four consecutive possessions and the result is four points on one half-decent roll, one bad drive, one good jumper, and one bad jumper. It’s just not a sequence of offensive possessions you can give him time and time again. This is what people mean when they talk about bad decision making, about settling. Randolph doesn’t seem to know what to make of his skillset any better than we do—any good decision seems to be a random one, and not grounded in any overarching sense of what his game is. Here, for example, he follows up a smart defensive play (drawing the charge on Marc Gasol) with an exceedingly boneheaded offensive one:

The jump ball leads to possession for the Wolves and Randolph has it right near the arc so he goes for the longest conceivable two point shot. Obviously. Because he’s Anthony Randolph. And that ability to blow past big men from the perimeter that he showed off against the Rockets? It fails him utterly here where he can’t get past Marc Gasol, blows the layup, and then fouls Gasol out of frustration:

Is it any wonder that he sat for three weeks after that game? The coaches Randolph has had so far have looked on the surface like ones who could make the most of his talents, but maybe what he needs is the opposite: someone like Larry Brown to break him of his bad habits.

But I also wonder if they’re even really habits. “Habit” implies consistency and Randolph seems more like a random number generator on the court. He’s like the basketball equivalent of Schroedinger’s cat. There are a million shades of gray in evaluating a player, but on a quantum  level, it seems like it’s possible to make a Manichean evaluation of their talent, separating players into the ones who can play NBA basketball and those who can’t. But Randolph remains a paradox, a player who at any moment is a locked box inside of which basketball is simultaneously alive and dead.

Thanks For the Memories! Don’t Forget Us, 2012 NBA Season. BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY GOING TO TRY AND FORGET YOU.

 

What?

I like the band. Shut up.

We come now to the close of the curtain for this guano season that was thrown together. From the beginning, despite several indications that the league had multiple contingency plans in place regarding an end to the lockout, it always seemed like their plans were based around shells and commercials and sponsor engagements, not, you know, how to run the season and play the basketball. It seemed like the league was basically like  ”Oh, we’re having a season? Uh…. THROW SOME STUFF OUT THERE JUST GET IT UP SO WE CAN TAKE THE MONEYZ.”

This year hasn’t seemed real, to be honest. Most of us had given up hope by the time Thanksgiving came around. I was covering college basketball games for draft and drinking excessively at my family Thanksgiving (more than usual). We’d all just kind of assumed the ride was over, that the league was dead. Neither side was moving and we’d hit the lawyers button. When the union decertified I kept thinking of a line from one of my favorite movies, “Other People’s Money” with Danny DeVito. In it, he tells opposing counsel for a wire and cable company he’s planning on staging a hostile takeover of, then liquidating the following line.

“Lawyers are like nuclear weapons. They have theirs, so I have mine. Once you use them, they f*ck everything up.”

And with that I had resigned myself to a winter without the NBA.

When I hit those lowpoints where I’m burned out about the league, or if I’m stuck in the doldrums of August waiting for training camp to start, I always think back to the imagery that compelled me to start an NBA blog in the first place. Those shots of the players walking into the arena with snow outside, looking pissed as all get out that they’re in Milwaukee in January. The antics of the benches. Gregg Popovich during timeouts. Nash’s no-look bounce pass, that one where he skips it up the court like it’s a stone and it somehow bounces higher on the second bounce than the first? The boxscore, which, being in Arkansas when I was a kid was what got me into the NBA in the first place. Pouring over them in the newspaper (A NEWSPAPER) and oggling at the numbers. Those thoughts always gave me something outside myself to look forward to, even in college, even when I was working three jobs out of college and my power had been turned off.

And that was all gone.

I thought.

I went to bed that night in November. I had been down the road too many times with false hopes and refused to buy into the idea that they would get something done that late at night. I’d also had like four glasses of wine because my family drinks wine like not only is it going out of style but if you don’t drink it now you’ll be stuck without anything alcoholic forever, but that’s not the point. So I closed up shop and decided to get some sleep, telling the guys that work with me at CBS to call me if anything happened.

I slept fitfully, confused, if you can sleep confused.

Ring.

Ring.

Golliver: “Hey, man, sorry to wake you.” (ALWAYS POLITE, THAT BEN GOLLIVER.) Ken just reported it. We’ve got a deal.”

Me: “OK.”

That’s all I had.

And then the celebration happened. Everyone who loves the NBA, at 2AM during Thanksgiving break celebrating like a peace accord had been reached. There would be basketball.

This season has made no sense. Somewhere along the way I found the delight that is the rhyme scheme of #seasonwithoutreason and stared (over)using it. The players were just trying to get through the year.  You could tell that, being in the locker rooms, seeing them on the floor. Hell, the writers were just trying to make it. Because of the compacted schedule, it meant that there were fewer off days, as nearly every night was a massive game. Heat-Celtics Sunday! Then Bulls-Lakers Tuesday! Then Mavs-Spurs Wednesday! Then Heat-Lakers Thursday! Then Heat vs. Bulls vs. Lakers vs. Celtics in a battle royale on SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY. It was too much to keep track of. Everything flew by. Portland went from the fourth best team in the league to blowing it up and tanking in what felt like four weeks. The Celtics I’m pretty sure were ten games under .500 one day and then five games under the next, like they woke up and just erased the standings and wrote over them.

Trades were vetoed. Dwight Howard made a bigger mess of his public image than LeBron, which most of us didn’t think was possible. Ron Artest hit some dude in the head. JaVale ran the other way.

It was loony, but that’s the NBA. That’s what I’ve kept saying about the tanking stuff, about the flopping stuff. If you really want to get the “soul” of this league you have to get past “THE GREATNESS OF CHAMPIONSHIPS AND THE GLORY OF PLAYING WITH ALL YOUR HEART” and get to the insanity of guys playing in contract years, in the tattoos and Twitpics and planking and name changes and the fact that most of the players black and white are terrible tippers. It’s a nonsensical league, like if you put a nursery rhyme on mescaline and then sold sponsorships for it.

This season was everything we love and everything we hate about the league. The stars demolishing small market franchises because of their egos, while we celebrate how awesome it is to see James and Wade vs. Melo and Amar’e at MSG. The fact you have so much basketball on every night, while hating the meaninglessness of so many regular season games. The insulting showboating that is at the same time hilarious and the basis of play style. It was everything wrapped up in a too-tight tortilla, forced by the excessive greed of an ownership contingent and a NBPA that was unprepared and still managed to avoid most of the worst damage.

I’m glad it’s over, I hope it never comes back, but I’m going to miss it.

So we enter the playoffs with a wide open scheme, with no idea how the back to backs in the second round or lockout ball fatigue will affect play. We don’t know if the West is as wide open as it seems or if the Heat will pull their heads out of their ass. There’s a lot of hope for teams in these playoffs. And maybe that’s a good thing. So the lockout hasn’t done all bad things. It’s made some things open up, even if we lost 16 games per team in the process. Maybe there were some good things to come out of it.

Now let’s never do that again.

It’s time to move on. Time to get goin’.

The Season Without Reason is over. Time now for the turning of the postseason.

The Inevitable End Of The Nash-Suns Equilibrium

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On one level, last night’s 100-88 loss to the Utah Jazz marked this season as no different from the last for the Phoenix Suns. If anything, it was a slight improvement, given the right (read: properly distorted) frame of reference; the 2010-11 Suns finished six games out of the playoffs. The 2011-12 edition will finish no worse than three games behind the eighth seed.

In every other way — every way that actually matters — this season is completely different. It is, in every conceivable scenario, the end of Steve Nash’s career in Phoenix. That strikes two powerful blows. The Suns, assuming Nash leaves, are about to get really bad. And they’re about to lose one of the most important players in franchise history.

They only have one player outside of Nash who would start for most teams, in Marcin Gortat, and a solid role player in Jared Dudley. Nash and assistant coach Elston Turner have done magicians’ work in making the rest of the pieces look passable on offense and defense, respectively. Shannon Brown’s play has improved since the All-Star Break, particularly when he joined Nash in the starting backcourt due to the loss of Grant Hill to an injured knee. Sebastian Telfair went from awful to “actually decent looking, you know, in the right kind of light and depending on how strong the well drinks are,” and he credits his improvement to the examples set by Nash in the locker room and on the floor.

But all of that is going to collapse the instant Nash decides to sign elsewhere this summer. Phoenix will have a decent amount of cap space once that happens, but the free agency market doesn’t appear to be quite as strong as we all assumed. Which player or players on that list can the Suns reasonably expect to make a run at?* Deron Williams? Not happening. Chris Kaman? …that’s actually a pretty Suns thing to do. Goran Dragic? Also a pretty Suns thing to do.

*If you say Jamal Crawford, I swear…

Barring a miracle, the Suns are going into “Get Bobcats bad”-rebuild mode, and that’s something that hasn’t really happened in Phoenix before. The longest postseason drought in franchise history is five seasons, and that came in the third through seventh seasons of the team’s existence. Since 1977, and including this season, Phoenix has only missed the playoffs eight times. The Suns have never won the championship, but they have the fourth highest overall winning percentage of current NBA teams. Phoenix consistently put together enjoyable teams who won a fair amount of games and, occasionally, made a deep run or two to the Western Conference or NBA Finals on the back of outstanding offense and average defense.

Nash was the epitome of that since he signed in the Valley. Even in the relatively lean recent years, he kept the team entertaining almost by force of will. His departure is about more than just an incoming lull in basketball in Phoenix, then. It’s about the death of an identity — one that gave rise to books and a style exemplified by an acronym, SSOL, and always entertaining games of basketball , one that adapted when coaches came and went — which always revolved around the player for whom it seemed designed, and who seemed designed to run it. Nash, for almost a decade, has been the Phoenix Suns. Until they are good again, he will remain the Phoenix Suns, an ever-looming shadow that colors and shades the perception of everything Suns-related. He is their victories over the Kobe Bryant-led Lakers and their losses to Ron Artest offensive rebounds. He is his own bloody noses and the black eye of Tim Duncan 3-pointers.

He will fittingly play his final game tonight, at home, against the San Antonio Spurs. Could it have been any other way?

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The time Nash spent as a Sun always had a Moirai feel to it. Many besides Mark Cuban felt that Nash’s back ailments meant his playing days were numbered. Yet through personal dedication to fitness and health, his skillset and the by now well-documented methods and successes of the Warlocks on the Suns training staff, the threads of life for Nash as an elite player kept spinning. He said he wants to play for another three years, at which point Clotho is bound to get bored and potentially fall asleep at the spindle, rendering Nash some sort of basketball demigod capable of one day, in the year 2043*, vanquishing the unassailable records of John Stockton.

*Math not accurate.

While the thread kept on spinning into the future, the Spurs were always there to determine precisely what Nash’s Suns would do with his time on this basketball-playing plane for his journey to the Elysian Fields.* Phoenix and San Antonio met four times with Nash in purple and orange, and the Spurs three times decided that they’d seen enough of the Suns in the playoffs. Forget questioning David Stern’s allotment of suspensions for the aftermath of the Robert Horry hipcheck heard ’round the world; Gregg Popovich was the true arbiter of Phoenix’s fate, measuring their legacy to his liking.

*Potential locations for the Elysian Fields, as reported by a recent special on History (formerly known as The History Channel, so you can definitely see why this was a necessary name change): “Miami, New York, Dallas, Orlando, Utah, Indiana [...] pretty much anywhere that isn’t Phoenix.”

I’m probably not alone in having several years ago assumed that the severer of Nash’s ties with the NBA, and with the Suns, would be an injury or old age. For him to continue to play at this level, this consistently and for this many games even in an abbreviated season, is spectacular. It also affords Nash a unique opportunity; he gets to cut himself loose of his own accord and determine his own destiny for the rest of his career. He will get the Ray Bourque treatment, only better, as he won’t even have to demand a trade. He’s both thrilled NBA fans and served his obligation to Suns fans. Few, if any, will begrudge his inevitable decision to play Atropos and untie his binds to the Suns. He’s (likely) going to a better place, where championship dreams can become reality, and Jared Dudley — Shammgod bless him — isn’t the third best player on the team.

After last night, Suns fans began to brace themselves from the upcoming fall from grace. Awful basketball is the outlook for the future. It will be a kind of culture shock for Phoenix, which is accustomed to at least being entertained by the basketball team. It will have nothing, though, on the emptiness that comes from losing a basketball icon. We’ll still watch him, wherever he signs. We’ll cheer for him, too, hoping that he gets that ring.

And we’ll be a little jealous, too. After all, not many get to choose their own fate. It’s probably pretty nice.

Fresh Legs

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As soon as the specifics of this season’s compressed schedule hit digital newsstands, there was a rush to grab a percussive utensil and begin banging on the drum of ‘fresh legs’. With more games, spread over a smaller span of time, the prevailing wisdom has been that this year’s playoffs, perhaps more than any other, would be influenced by health and rest. The flip side of that coin, that age and continuity would provide stability, is worth mentioning as well. But still we’ve seen, as expected, more teams following the Gregg Poppovich model, resting their stars and carefully counting minutes, hoping to preserve their production for when it’s needed most.

Looking at Dwight Howard, Al Horford, Chauncey Billups, and Jeremy Lin, it’s a certainty that injuries have changed the field. It remains to be seen what role endurance and exhaustion will play in the crowning of a champion. So who will be entering this year’s playoffs with the freshest legs?

The table below is an attempt to answer that question visually. The top nine currently available players in minutes played for each playoff team are shown on the graph. The X-axis marks the PER of each player. The Y-axis marks how many minutes they’ve played. The size of each point represents the Usage Rate of that player. Click on a team in the side bar to highlight all the players for that team. Hover over each point for more information on that player.

 

Before you go any further, I’ll acknowledge that this method is attempting to perform surgery with chipped flint, it’s both rough and crude. Looking at the top nine players in minutes played for each team, subtracting injured players like Dwight Howard, is not an exact replication of what each team’s playoff rotation will look like. For example, because he’s missed time with injuries, Manu Ginobili isn’t even in the Spurs’ top nine in minutes played. Derrick Rose, although included on this graph, is another example of a player who’s minutes have been reduced by injury, an injury who’s lingering effects could have just as big an impact on his playoff performance as the number of minutes he’s played. Still the graph gives us a rough idea of how the playoff teams have distributed their minutes. The PER and USG information provides some background on the relationship between usage, production and minutes. Flaws aside, I did spot a few things that seemed important.

The Spurs and the Magic, as of Tuesday night, were the only teams who didn’t have a player over the 2,000 minute plateau. By contrast the Lakers, Grizzlies and Hawks each had three players who have played over 2,000 minutes. If it hadn’t been for injuries it seems safe to assume that Horford and Zach Randolph would have passed that mark as well, giving the Hawks and the Grizzlies four each.

If you want to pick out a team that might be most affected by tired legs, I would point you towards the Indiana Pacers. Five of their players have played over 1,800 minutes this season. Although George Hill, who’s played just 1,200 minutes on the season has supplanted Darren Collison as the starting point guard the past two weeks, while Collison recovered from injury. The starting lineup the Pacers used most of the season, Collison – Paul George – Danny Granger – David West – Roy Hibbert, played 985 minutes together. That’s the most of any unit in the league and nearly 250 minutes more than the next closest unit. The Pacers’ have been able to rely on that group, along with Hill, because they’ve been remarkably healthy this season. They’ve HAD to rely on that group because their bench play has been inconsistent at best, abysmal at worst. If an injury, either from a traumatic play or the accumulation of wear and tear, hits one of those six players the Pacers could be in real trouble.

If you wanted to identify a team that might have created an advantage with the way they managed minutes, I’ll steer you exactly where you would have expected – the San Antonio Spurs. Poppovich has been able to drive the Spurs to the top seed in the West while keeping minutes down for Parker, Duncan and Ginobili. Even more impressive is that after Parker and Duncan, the next seven players in the Spurs top nine have all played at least 1,000 minutes this season. Poppovich has created a balance, allowing the bulk of his supporting cast to accumulate as much experience as possible. When they reach they playoffs Danny Green, Kawhi Leonard, and Tiago Splitter will have had plenty of opportunities to learn and practice, automatizing what’s expected of them. There will be no surprises or new assignments for the Spurs role players. Poppovich has set his team up for success both in the way he has held minutes back and in the way he has doled them out.

The playoff matchups are all but set, and in just a few days the whole affair will get under way. In any season, a twisted ankle or a sprained finger can send a team into a tailspin. It would be difficult to directly attribute an injury, or even a few poor performances, to tired legs but let’s watch and see what sort of patterns emerge.

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