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History Tells Us, There Are No Guarantees In Lockout Seasons

 

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It was a truncated lockout season in the NBA. A lockout season where an upstart was trying to knock off a favorite.  A favorite with a platoon of prominent players that had not yet graced digits with that most coveted of rewards, a championship ring. I speak of course of the Oklahoma City Thunder and Miami Heat. Or do I?

There are parallels to be drawn. The 1999 lockout season featured a pair of teams crossing the compressed finish line tied for the best record in the NBA, and as we speak the Heat and Thunder each stand atop their respective conferences, tied for tops in the league at 25-7. But the favorites I refer to are the ’99 Utah Jazz and upstart-at-the-time San Antonio Spurs who had recently lucked out against all odds and landed a future all-timer in Tim Duncan whom they could throw at current best-power-forward-of-all-time Karl Malone.

At that time the Spurs and Jazz were unfortunately not only in the same conference, but also in the now defunct-due-to-realignment Midwest Division. Utah had run headlong into his magnificent Airness, Michael Jordan, the pair of previous Finals, but MJ had now retired (again), leaving an open lane for the John Stockton and Karl Malone-led Jazz to roll right to the Larry O’Brien hoop trophy unabated.

Despite attempting to replicate the recipe of the last NBA champs not named the Chicago Bulls to a degree, the Houston Rockets, the Spurs’ “power centers” Tim Duncan and 1994-95 MVP David Robinson had been unable to supplant the Jazz’s mighty trio of Malone, Stockton, and Jeff Hornacek, getting blasted out of the West playoffs the year before 4-1 by Utah. The Jazz were heavily favored to go all the way this time after reaching the conference finals five of the last seven years and the Finals for two straight, losing one of the late-spring series to MJ and Co. by a total point differential of only four points.

But it was not to be.

As it happens, these two powerhouses wouldn’t even get the chance to clash on the court in the accelerated ’99 playoffs as the Jazz would plow through most of the regular season only to run out of gas near end.

The Jazz finished a [tied-for] league-best 37-13 in 1999 but limped to a 5-5 finish over the last 10 games before struggling, by their mighty standards, in the playoffs. A middling Sacramento team took Utah the distance in the first round, and the Blazers eliminated the Jazz in six games in the second round.

 -Zach Lowe, The Point Forward

I remember that Portland series vividly, even though it happened more than a decade ago. The Jazz won game 1 at home by 10. But then lost game 2, by 3 points. Arvydas Sabonis was a huge man who devoured the paint. Isaiah Rider scored 27 points in that game, and Rasheed Wallace had three blocks and three steals. Worst of all Brian Grant went to the line more than Karl Malone did – and even finished the game with the same number of points…the Blazers broke the Jazz’ serve, and then were beat in Game 3 by 10 points. The Blazers went to the line endlessly in that game – 50 times. Utah also turned the ball over 16 times, and shot (as a team) only 38.9 fg%.

-AllThatJazzBasketball, SLCDunk

The Jazz weren’t just aging; they were ancient, and considering what happened to them after 1999 (and what happened to the Kings, too), perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised they struggled against Sacramento and Portland — a team went 35-15, by the way. Utah’s three best players (Karl Malone, Jeff Horancek and John Stockton) were 36, 36 and 37, respectively, by the end of July 1999, and the roster did not feature a single young player worthy of starting in the NBA.

-Zach Lowe, The Point Forward

Just how “ancient” were those Jazz that were so burnt out and beat down by the time they reached the postseason that they made abundant uncharacteristic mistakes and missed shots? Through the 1999 NBA season, the Big 3 of Malone, Stockton, and Hornacek had played a combined 108,786 NBA minutes (minutes being a more accurate measure of wear and tear than actual age). And the former were legendarily durable and conditioned in a mythical way only less than a handful of players in the league’s annals can lay claim to even approaching.

These present Spurs can boast no such thing, and taking into account a kind estimate of Manu Ginobili’s seven years of professional service prior the Spurs at 1,500 minutes per-season, San Antonio’s Big 3 will have played something very near to 95,497 minutes by season’s end.

In other words, they’re ripe for the picking and supplanting by, oh, I don’t know, the OKC Thunder.

Who may just turn around and run into this era’s version of the ’90s Bulls, the Miami Heat.

Potentially over and over again.

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A couple of fun nuggets uncovered in the course of researching this piece:

• The current Spurs are through 32 games and on an eleven-game win streak. Beginning at game 30 of the 1999 lockout-shortened season the Utah Jazz ripped off a win streak too — of eleven games

• Through 32 games of the ’99 season the Jazz were 26-6. Through 32 games of the current season the best record is held by the Miami Heat and OKC Thunder at 25-7

• In ’99, a younger Spurs started the season somewhat slower through 32 games, but still a very warm 22-10. However, they would finish the regular season 13-1 beating the now-stumbling Jazz twice, holding them to a mere 78 and 69 points, and demolish everything they ran into in the playoffs sweeping both the Los Angeles Lakers and aforementioned Portland Trail Blazers en route to a 15-2 postseason record for a combined 28-3 finish to their initial title run that culminated in a steamrolling of the unlikely upstart New York Knicks

Jeremy Lin anyone?

Funny how history can be so cyclical.

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“Failure can prepare you for success.”

-Avery Johnson

If you’ve noticed any other parallels let me know, I’d love to hear about ‘em.

It’s A Numbers Thing

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Artest told Yahoo! Sports he plans to wear No. 70 next season, but the NBA has rules that prevent players from switching their uniform number from year to year. The deadline for a player to change his number is in early March to have it go into effect for the next season and once a number is changed, it has to be worn for five seasons with that team before a player is allowed to change it (unless he is traded to a new team or leaves as a free agent).

Artest wore No. 37 after signing on as a free agent with the Lakers in 2009-10 and did switch to No. 15 last season. It’s not clear what he had to do to accomplish that.

The uniform rule does not come with any stipulations for a name change, however.

If there is a request or circumstance that calls for a number change within the five-year period is approved, it may come with a cost of some kind, according to a league source.

via Los Angeles Lakers’ Ron Artest’s name now officially Metta World Peace – ESPN Los Angeles.

Look, I can’t say I care too much that Ron Artest is changing his name to Metta World Peace. As amusing as it’ll be to see “World Peace” on the back of a dude’s jersey during actual NBA games, I probably won’t start calling him that. Unlike Chad Johnson, who introduced the “Ocho Cinco” nickname informally a couple of years before making it official, Artest is expecting the entire sports world to start calling him by a new, esoteric name over a decade into a career that hasn’t exactly been low-profile.

No, what interested me most from Dave McMenamin’s report on Artest’s name change was the explanation of the process for jersey-number changes, something I’ve always wondered about and been fascinated by. Why does the NBA make players wear the same number for five years? Is it just so they don’t have to print new jerseys to sell? Major League Baseball doesn’t seem to have any rules about this whatsoever. When the Giants acquired Carlos Beltran at this year’s trading deadline, manager Bruce Bochy switched his number from 15 to 16 so that his new power hitter could keep the number he had worn for six years with the Mets. They made the decision at Beltran’s introductory press conference, and both his and Bochy’s new uniforms were ready for the game that night. Considering the NBA’s willingness to bend this rule for its stars (more on LeBron James and Mario Chalmers in a minute), its very existence seems somewhat archaic and unnecessary.

This got me thinking about other noteworthy number changes in recent NBA history, and the reasoning behind them.
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Stinkface Chronicles: Kiss My Tail Lights

Taj Gibson and Kirk Gibson are, as far as I can tell, of no relation. Gibson (Taj) is a black 6-foot-9 power forward who plays for the Bulls while Gibson (Kirk) is a white 6-3 former major league baseball player who now manages an MLB team in Arizona that plays in a park with a pool in it.

The only connections the two share are their last name and, either through choice or genetics or a combination of the two, both men are bald.

But after Game 1 of the Eastern Conference finals, the two Gibsons have become connected in another way. Each man proved that people leave games early at their peril. You may miss something spectacular.

Something as spectacular as Gibson’s (Taj) one-handed putback slam.

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Now, wasn’t that a thing of athletic beauty? Gibson (Taj) grabs the ball as it is about six inches below the rim and about four feet from the hoop. I’m no sports scientist, but the physics involved with this thunderous slam are exceptional. So is the reaction of the TNT crew of Marv Albert, Steve Kerr and Reggie Miller. From Albert’s simple, “TAJ … GIB-SON!” to Kerr’s “Ohhhhhh!” to Miller laughing, there wasn’t much to say in real time.

(Of course Miller couldn’t resist going over the top with his “I’ve been to the mountaintop,” “analysis” during the replay. I can’t give NBA.com credit for much, but thankfully they excised that from the above highlight.)

Beside the dunk itself and that LeBron James, on the Heat bench, had to stop biting his nails so that his jaw could drop, what’s most interesting to me in the highlight is the gentleman in the gray along the baseline behind the photographers. In real time, he’s walking away just as Gibson (Taj) hammers it home. He turns his head around as soon as Gibson and Bulls fans blow the roof off the barn.

He just missed the most electrifying dunk of the game. (Some, including Dwyane Wade’s own son, would disagree with that assessment.)

You can also feel for the two team attendants who were folding towels next to the Heat bench. They missed it too, but at least they were doing their job, unlike the man in the gray.

Upon further viewing, you can see the man in the gray was more than likely supposed to be watching. He’s a photographer who leaves his position just as C.J. Watson launches the three that Gibson slams home. Instead of capturing Gibson in mid-flight, he’s been caught in mid-flight. Now, he may have been finished for the night or had a specific assignment that didn’t require him to stay put for the whole 48. Let’s just hope that was the case and that his editor didn’t ask the following: “Did you get Gibson’s putback slam? It symbolizes everything the Bulls did in the second half: offensive rebounds, distinct advantage in the paint, exceptional effort for the whole game. I’d like to use that on A1. You got that, right?”

That’d be tough to explain.

Gibson’s (Taj) putback slam and the photog’s early escape reminded me of another “wish I had been there for that Gibson moment” moment. That would be Kirk Gibson’s game-winning homer off Dennis Eckersley in Game 1 of the 1988 World Series. Most fans remember a gimpy Gibby, Vin Scully’s excellent description (“Talk about a roll of the dice.”) and the drama that followed.

Someone, however, missed that drama. L.A. fans — unlike fans in Chicago — have the reputation of arriving late and leaving early, as if the game is just another stop on their busy SoCal social schedule. To their credit, most fans remained at Dodger Stadium to see if their club could erase a one-run deficit against the game’s best closer.

At 3:53 in this highlight (sorry, MLBAM’s ridiculous restrictions on video continue), you can see a pair of tail lights under the pavilion roof as right fielder Jose Canseco stops between the 370 and 360 signs in right field. Those lights belong to the sucker or suckers who immediately rued the decision to beat traffic and listen to the rest of the game on the radio.

“Hey, you went to the game last night. That was the best. Where were you sitting?”

“In my car. I wanted to beat the traffic out of the stadium”

“They had a man on and Gibson (Kirk) at the plate.”

“But traffic…”

“Idiot.”

Using Gibson’s homer as inspiration, a Dodgers team that didn’t have much offense or talent as the A’s, used pitching, defense, hustle and grit to take the series in five. If you squint, you could substitute NBA MVP Derrick Rose for the whole Dodgers pitching staff — in the fact that like a pitcher, Rose has the ball in his hands and he controls the tempo of the game — the Bulls have plenty of defense, hustle and grit.

Gibson’s (Taj) putback slam will never have the historical impact of Gibson’s (Kirk’s) homer. Some could see it as just another blow to the already dead high horse the Heat rode in on. But Gibson’s (Taj) dunk punctuated the message the Bulls were trying to send to the Heat in Game 1, and to NBA fans who didn’t give them much of a chance: “We’ll be here ’til the end. Don’t go anywhere. You may miss something good.”

Coping With Powerful Distractions

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Clutch performance has been a touchy subject this season. There are the typical statistical arguments, eye-test arguments, and those based on everything imaginable in between. But it is really worth debating the best pressure performers?

The recent end-of-game shots by a pair of the league’s star players have foregrounded this question. Derrick Rose shot 4-of-18 from the field in Game 3 against the Pacers, but he hit a game-winning layup. LeBron James scored 31 points on 55 percent shooting in Game 4 vs. the Sixers but missed a key floater late in an eventual Heat loss.

It’s natural, then, to call Rose the success and LeBron the failure in these cases, as the Bulls won and the Heat did not, consistent with those final shots. Fundamentally, that’s fair. But the full-game execution of these players seems to suggest that the boundary between triumph and futility is maybe not so lucid.

The final minutes of games draw the most attention as they often noticeably influence results, and that is why top players’ execution down the stretch is so frequently subject to scrutiny. With that said, the appeal of these late-game scenarios distracts most viewers from the truth of clutch production: it’s totally overemphasized.

An oft-ignored basic principle of basketball is that the value of shots does not vary with respect to the progress of the game. Two points is two points, whether they come five seconds after the tipoff or find the net with just seconds left to play. The perceived significance of missed shots in the early going is usually negligible, as those flubs are often forgotten by the time of the game at which it is possible to process their negative impact — especially if the consequences of those misses are neutralized by late-game makes. But in many cases, if a player had passed up an ill-advised shot that did not fall in favor of a high-percentage look during a low-pressure moment, the make-up basket in the clutch would not have been necessary.

In other words, if the goal of basketball is to win games, maximizing output and efficiency at the end of games should not be the goal, for in an ideal situation the preceding portion of the game should preclude the necessity of “big” shots. When a particular team plays well in the first 46 minutes of its games, its only task in the final two minutes is to protect a lead rather than to escape a deficit with heroics.

Here’s a rudimentary illustration to demonstrate this.

(Owing to the divisive nature of this topic, bringing up specific names here would only be counterproductive — as loyalty-driven commentary would do nothing more than muddy the dialectic — so it’s wise to deal only in generalities.)

Take two players, X and Y, in two separate games with entirely equivalent final box scores, who each notch 30 points. Player X scores all 30 of his points before the one-minute mark of the fourth quarter, at which point his team is up three points. Player Y, however, only scores 24 of his 30 points before that one-minute mark, at which point his team is down three points. Player X doesn’t shoot in the final minute, but his team still wins by three. Player Y hits two three-pointers, including a tiebreaking buzzer beater, and his team also wins by three.

Player Y is the one you’re going to see in the highlights, the one whose crunch-time accomplishments will be the talk of the NBA community at large for the next day. But Player Y didn’t put his team in the best position to win. It was Player X who hit his shots early, avoiding a predicament that required an “exciting” shot; the situation merely required holding a lead. Maybe Player X is the better winner, then, however counterintuitive that realization is. After all, his performance increased the likelihood of a win for this team compared to Player Y’s, as it’s certainly easier to hold a lead than to recover from trailing.

With all that said, it’s easy to make a claim that is entirely dependent on inference and conjecture. Bolstering the case further, though, is the argument’s practical traction.

Consider the following teams: the Miami Heat, the Los Angeles Lakers, the Chicago Bulls, the San Antonio Spurs, the Boston Celtics, and the Orlando Magic. Arguably the six best teams in the NBA this season, right? They were also the top six teams in the league in scoring differential after three quarters (Thanks to @snghoops for pointing this out) at the end of the regular campaign. Meanwhile, those same squads were 12th, 15th, 17th, 5th, 28th, and 14th, respectively, in fourth-quarter output. Put simply, the NBA’s elite teams do their work early on in games such that they can put scoring on the back burner: all they are tasked with late is protecting a lead. Indisputably, taking care of business early in contests has more than just a theoretical association with success.

Of course, any team, irrespective of its performance, will invariably find itself down by a slim margin late in some games. In those cases, someone to hit key shots would, in fact, be valuable given short-term considerations. (In the playoffs, this excellence might take on extra importance in accordance with the greater gravity of each contest.)

But nothing in basketball is free of exception. It’s about swaying the odds as far as possible in one’s favor. No team is going to hold its opponents to 0 percent shooting, but it would much rather have them shooting 40 percent than 50 percent. Similarly, no team will completely avoid scenarios in which it needs a final shot to win, but minimizing that reliance is optimal. The team that performed the best during standard, “non-clutch time” would have a leg up in that regard and simply let clutch situations take care of themselves.

It would be challenging, probably impossible, to find a coach in the NBA that would prefer to win every game on a last-second shot than to win comfortably, especially in the long term — assuming, again, the coach’s principal goal is to win.

So the apparent discrepancy that allows the clutch movement to gain momentum is this: the interest of fans is not always compatible with the most efficient, reliable way to win a basketball game.

Sports ethicist Edwin DeLattre is one that believes there is an inherent need for excitement in successful competition. He writes:

“Whether amidst the soft lights and the sparkling balls against the blaize of a billiard table, on the rolling terrain of a lush fairway or in the violent and crashing pit where linemen struggle, it is the moments when no let-up is possible, when there is virtually no tolerance for error, which make the game. The best and most satisfying contests maximize these moments and minimize respite from pressure. When competition achieves this intensity it frequently renders the outcome of the contest anticlimactic, and it inevitably reduces victory celebration to pallor by contrast … Exclusive emphasis on winning has particularly tended to obscure the importance of the quality of the opposition and the thrill of competition itself” (From William Morgan’s Ethics in Sport, Second Edition).

At their most basic, professional sports are meant to entertain fans, to inspire awe with spectacular athletic feats. For DeLattre, the power and frequency of the entertainment is enough to belittle the end result of the game. As it happens, the plays in close games tend to amplify the greatness of players’ actions, as fans identify with the struggle of their teams. Clutch shots provide a feeling of release that enhances the sports-viewing experience for most. Accordingly, many people find it necessary to dissect particular players’ success in these situations. After all, who wouldn’t want to watch the most dramatic actors in the league?

Just remember this: these clutch performances are great for the league and the viewer, but that’s about it. Tense late-game scenarios certainly aren’t sought out with winning in mind. Before anointing your player of choice the King of Clutch, it might be worth it to revisit how meaningful that title really is and what your view of success in sport really reduces to.

The Two Faced Perpetual Motion Of Hype, Or, Why I’m A Hater’s Hater That Hates

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On top of everything that has been said of the world of sports coverage, you may now add another achievement: the destruction of the basic laws of physics.

The premise of perpetual motion is an engineer’s dream and a physicist’s nightmare. The idea is to create a self-sustainable mechanism that will operate either for a given period or time indefinitely, producing more work and/or energy then it consumes. It’s a great idea in theory – how cool would it be if we had cars that burnt fuel, then collected the fumes and turned them back into new fuel that we could use once more? Oil crisis solved, gas prices irrelevant, everybody happy.

Sadly, the concept is physically impossible. The conservation of energy in any given system is a physical necessity, and one that does not apply in the scintillating case of perpetual motion.

I dare you to tell that to the national sports media, though. To them, Newton is a quarterback from Auburn, and Einstein is a sarcastic, derogatory term used to describe the guy who signs Darko Milicic to 4 year deals.

The hype machine is not only a self-sustainable mechanism, it’s a self-sustainable monstrosity. Consuming only the basic energy of a strong rooke year or a single impressive game, it produces hundreds of articles, message board comments and cooler talk. Once that first blow is created, the hype just feeds on itself.

Of course, the hype cannot live without its brother, the anti-hype. Whenever people go out of their way to promote something or someone, natural resistance always takes place. Some of it is rational (Blake Griffin is probably the funnest player in the league right now, but lets take it easy until he actually learns how to rebound and doesn’t just grab caroms by jumping really really high). Some of it is cruel, yet merited (I’m extremely high on DeMarcus Cousins and hate the constant “attitude” murmur, but until it’s proven wrong, DMC has to live with it). And some of it is just plain stupid (Colin Cowherd – if he wants to, then John Wall can dance, John Wall can jive, having the time of his life).

And when the hype and anti-hype collide, that other H word comes out.

Stand in the way of the hype at your own peril, lest you be called a hater. It’s a ridiculous argument, of course, one that basically admits all other arguments were lost and yet you refuse to admit discussional defeat. And yet it’s incredibly hard to prove otherwise – YOU HATE HIM, I KNOW IT, DON’T TELL ME OTHERWISE is as irrefutable as cherry pie.

The worst thing about this terrible debating technique is how easily it can be thrown your way. You don’t even have to show any dislike for a certain player or team – all you have to do is rationally promote your position as to why he’s not the best ever or why the team can’t win 83 games in a season and you’re a hater.

The NBA player with the most haters is, obviously, Kobe Bryant. One of the league’s most polarizing figures ever, combined with the league’s largest fanbase – both rabid and casual – and, to top it all, a player whose statistical output never truly caught up with the general perception of his game, all create a situation where the “KOBE IS THE GREATEST” camp and the “Kobe is amazing, but A, B, and C are better” camp both have enough die-hard members that conflict is inevitable.

However, Kobe will eventually retire, and “haters” will have to find another person to rationally explain why he’s not the best, or, to hate. After spending night after night on the Daily Dime Live chats, the heir apparent seems certain to be Derrick Rose.

He has the rabid, mainstream, big market fanbase of Chicago. He has the support of the national media. He has the athleticism that makes the casual fan think “whoa, he can jump the highest, he’s probably the best!”. And, most of all – and this is the key part – he’s not as good as we are constantly told, or yelled at through keyboards and television sets.

Now, I’m not going to break down Rose’s game and tell you why he’s really good but not really, really good (should I remind you that I’ve done this before?). You probably know about the free throw thing, and the defense thing, and the 3 point shooting thing (although apparently, now that he went 2 for 4 from long range on national TV, the fact that he’s still only shooting 34% for three means nothing). No, what interested me happened during one of those DDL chats.

DDL is an interesting situation. On the one hand, over the past year it has developed a die hard, long running community of people who watch basketball every single night and want to talk about it. On the other hand, because being on the front page of ESPN makes it so easily accessible, it also has a very large casual fan component. Thus bringing the conveyors of both hype and anti-hype to the same place.

Wednesday night, as Rose was lighting up the Spurs and single-handedly kept the game competitive before eventually running out of gas, I pointed out in the chat that taking 27 field goals and only one free throw was, and I quote, “disgraceful”. Was I going overboard to create a heated discussion? Of course I was. Is a free throw to field goal rate of 1:27 for a player with Rose’s athleticism disgraceful? Yes.

The usual flurry of comments followed. “You’re a hater!”, “He’s not a hater, he’s right!”, “I like bacon!”. However, one specific comment caught my eye. From commenter ToeKnee:

“I just think Bulls fans get mad at you because you are bashing Rose, yet he is the only reason the bulls are above 500.”

This comment had me re-thinking about the entire premise of hype. We often say that for certain players, expectations are raised too high, and they fail to deliver. However, to my eyes, this is a case of raising extremely high expectations, only to get mad at those who aren’t satisfied with lesser accomplishment.

Is this unfair to Rose? Maybe. He has undoubtedly been fantastic this season, and this Boozer-less Bulls squad probably has no business being 6-4 right now. But we are constantly led to believe that Rose is more than this. His name has been repeatedly thrust into MVP discussions, both by the media and by himself. If this is the case, then the standards by which we must judge him are MVP standards. Not young-stud standards, not perennial all-star standards, but MVP standards. Either that, or re-adjust your expectations. Otherwise, we’re just being hypocrites.

Call it hate if you want, but I refuse to sit back and be satisfied with what Rose is now when what he can be – and hopefully will be in the near future – is so, so much more. MVPs. Titles. Unheard of athletic dominance. This is what we were promised, and what we should look for. We are looking for Derrick Rose to become DERRICK ROSE, not some kind of glorified Steve Francis/Stephon Marbury, sans the headcase.

Great, I just compared Derrick to Steve Francis and Stephon Marbury. Now I’ll get killed.

Point is, we expect more. And we are right to expect more. Because this is a promise that Derrick Rose can keep. He really can be that good. He just isn’t that good right now. And we shouldn’t pretend that he is. We shouldn’t strive for anything less than excellence. That’s an injustice to Derrick, an injustice to other players that are better than him, and an injustice to us as fans.

Enjoy what Derrick Rose does on the court. You really should. It’s truly mind-boggling. But never let that blind you into believing he already is all that he can be.

WELCOME TO DRAFTOCALYPSE: BULLS WIPE THE SLATE WHILE WASHINGTON… WE HAVE NO IDEA

The Chicago Bulls have a deal in place that would move Kirk Hinrich and the 17th pick to the Washington Wizards, freeing up enough cap space to pursue two maximum-salary players on this summer’s free-agent market, sources with knowledge of the Bulls’ plans said Thursday.

It wasn’t immediately clear what Washington would send to Chicago in the trade.

via Sources: Chicago Bulls to send Kirk Hinrich, No. 17 to Washington Wizards – ESPN.

Okay, Chicago did what they wanted to. Deng or Hinrich had to go. And despite the fact that Zach Randolph, Tracy McGrady, and Jerome James have been moved inside the last two years, everyone thought they’d have a hard time selling one of the best perimeter defenders in the league who can actually run an offense and whatever Deng is. Deng’s a pain, but he’s not a terrible pain. So now they have almost, but not quite enough to go after two max free agents. If they can ditch Deng, they can fill out with whatever they want. Mission accomplished, for a team so often derided for their decisions.

But Washington? What is Washington doing? What in God’s name is Grundfeld up to?

Look, you’re not going to find a bigger Kirk Hinrich fan than me. I went to Missouri, and I still love the dude for crying out loud. Terrific defender, plays hard, knows how to manage an offense, and has some pretty solid turnover numbers.

That said…

YOU’RE DRAFTING JOHN WALL FOR GOD’S SAKE!

You have John Wall and Gilbert Arenas and you’re looking for a combo guard with pure point instincts who struggles from the arc? What? For $11 million? What? What is going on? Are you mad? Are you high?

Did Kahn take over your hive? Did he conquer it with the cunning use of flags? What’s the thought process here?

You’re going to think there’s more to this. I certainly do. How can there not be? They’re going to package the 17 and something else to get into the top 10, and take Ekpe Farouq Monroe Aldrich? Is this part of the Arenas equation?

Bullets Forever suggest this could be part of the Bring Out Your Dead Strategy, which is actually rather brilliant. Unfortunately, as they point out, the BOYD strategy is dependent on expiring contracts.  What’s amazing is that Hinrich’s deal continuously gets more poisonous as time goes on. The development of the Free Agency Summer of Doom, the impending lockout, the drafting of Wall, the drafting of Rose, everything builds towards Hinrich becoming less and less valuable, despite the fact I would donate significant body parts to get him on the depth chart in front of Mike Conley.

This has got to be an Arenas-related move. It simply has to be. Either that or they’re flipping Hinrich like a Vaudeville theater.

Now I kind of hope they draft Aldrich. Just for giggles.

TrueHoop Network NBA Mock Draft: Chicago Bulls Select Luke Babbitt

#1 — John Wall, Washington Wizards — Truth About It
#2 — Evan Turner, Philadelphia 76ers — Philadunkia
#3 — Derrick Favors, New Jersey Nets
– NetsAreScorching
#4 — Wesley Johnson, Minnesota T’Wolves
— A Wolf Among Wolves
#5 — DeMarcus Cousins, Sacramento Kings – Cowbell Kingdom
#6 — Greg Monroe, Golden State Warriors — Warriors World
#7 — Ekpe Udoh, Detroit Pistons — Piston Powered
#8 — Al-Farouq Aminu, Los Angeles Clippers — Clipper Blog
#9 — Xavier Henry, Utah Jazz — Salt City Hoops
#10 — Paul George, Indiana Pacers — 8 Points, 9 Seconds
#11 — Cole Aldrich, New Orleans Hornets — Hornets 24/7
#12 — Ed Davis, Memphis Grizzlies — 3 Shades of Blue
#13 — Avery Bradley, Toronto Raptors — Raptors Republic
#14 — Patrick Patterson, Houston Rockets — Hardwood Paroxysm
#15 — Gordon Hayward, Milwaukee Bucks — Bucksketball
#16 – Hassan Whiteside, Minnesota TimbeLOLvesWolf Among Wolves

WITH THE 17TH PICK IN THE 2010 TRUEHOOP NETWORK NBA MOCK DRAFT, THE CHICAGO BULLS SELECT LUKE BABBITT, SF/PF, NEVADA!

I know what you’re thinking. “But Matt! They already have Taj Gibson and Luol Deng and James Johnson and their two-guard is currently occupied by a fading defense-minded point guard that can’t shoot! They can’t possibly take Babbitt!”

Au contraire.

What’s the biggest goal for the Bulls this summer? Everyone, all together.

LeBron James. Very good, class.  Their second priority? Chris Bosh. Which means that at some point, they’re going to be involved in a sign and trade, which means that Luol Deng? He’s gone. See ya. Out of here. Someone else’s problem. If they don’t get James, they’re still in good position to get Bosh, or Stoudemire. And that means a sign and trade, and that means a lack of depth at combo-forward. Babbitt gives them a guy who can spell James, work within the offense, has high athleticism, can play either position, can work as a big in a pinch, and spread the floor. He’s an actual, honest to God, three-point shooter.  He’s a smaller, more athletic Brad Miller. And since the Bulls are probably losing Brad Miller, this has to be the pick.

Because if we didn’t have Brad Miller, we’d have to invent him.

(NOTE: NOT ACTUALLY ANYTHING LIKE BRAD MILLER OUTSIDE OF BEING A WHITE THREE POINT SHOOTER. FORGET IT, HE’S ROLLING.)

YOU, SIR, ARE ON THE CLOCK, MR. “LEBRON JAMES SHOULD TOTALLY WANT TO COME PLAY WITH MIKE BEASLEY AND MARIO CHALMERS!”

Brad Miller Wishes The Cavaliers Good Luck In The Next Round

Brad Miller turned 34 a couple weeks ago and now he’s a free-agent. His options are boundlessly limited … continuing his basketball career or touring the web impersonating Trey Kerby are just two handfuls of opportunity.

Brad’s time in Chicago is likely over. Also, despite their history, this is the first time Miller has been sent into the summer by Shaquille O’Neal. In kind, Miller paid Shaq, LeBron and the rest of the Cleveland Cavaliers photo shoot his respects by wishing them the best of luck in the next round against the Boston Celtics.

See? He even calls someone “buddy” … I think. That’s Brad for ya. Your move Trey Kerby.


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Nate Thurmond Talks Quadruple Doubles, Provides Some Perspective

While I was watching the post-game press conferences on NBATV after the games tonight (yes, I’m aware that I have too much free time on my hands), I saw on the crawl that Dwight Howard is now the first player to ever lead the league in both rebounding and blocked shots in back-to-back seasons. In fact, he’s the only guy to ever claim two rebounding titles and two shot-blocking titles. (He’s also the youngest player to ever win two DPOY trophies.)

I was already aware of all this, but it was a reminder of a great accomplishment by a guy who still probably doesn’t get as much respect as he deserves

But it’s also definitely not true.

See, the NBA unfortunately didn’t start recording blocked shots until the 1973-74 season, which I’m sure you already knew, and guys like Wilt and Russell almost certainly led the league in both of these stat categories on multiple occasions. From all the accounts of those who watched these legends play, they would have games where they blocked 20 shots. And no one would even really notice. That really puts Dwight’s 9-block Game 1 against the Bobcats into perspective, eh? Attaboy, Superman, and you’re the undisputed DPOY and all that (although my boy Josh Smith did amazing things this season), but let’s not get it twisted and start thinking that Dwight is controlling the backboard like no one else ever has.

As I was Google-fact checking to make sure that 1973-74 was indeed the inaugural season of the block-recording era, I came across a must-read column from 2006 by Hall of Famer Nate Thurmond that punctuates this point perfectly. (By the way, it truly pains me that I feel like I have to identify Thurmond with the “Hall of Famer” tag. But such is life in 2010 in the NBA internet universe.)

Nate was the “first” player to ever record a quadruple-double, and while he’s honored to be remembered as the first guy to ever do it, he also thinks it’s a somewhat silly label.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m truly honored. It’s certainly a rare accomplishment. It took 12 years before the feat was ever accomplished again, and only three guys have posted a quadruple-double since I had mine.

But you know and I know and any good basketball fan knows that there were plenty of quadruple-doubles back in the 1960s. When I first came into the league, I played alongside with Wilt Chamberlain, and there were nights he and I were playing volleyball out there on the floor.

He goes on to mention that Russell certainly had tons of quadruple-doubles and that Oscar Robertson probably had plenty of his own, using steals instead of blocks as the fourth category. There’s one other guy that Nate also knows had a lot of unrecorded-quadruple doubles as well.

He is the only other player aside from Wilt to ever average more than 20 ppg and 20 rpg in a season.

And his name is Nate Thurmond.

And hey, don’t forget about me. You think I never had a quadruple-double before 1973-74, when the NBA first started recording blocks and steals? Let me put it this way: I had 12 blocks in my quadruple-double game, and it was my 12th year in the league. That’s with two bad knees and more than 30,000 minutes pounding NBA floors, night after night. You bet I had plenty of quadruple-doubles before 1974.

I’m not trying to brag, but there were games where it was ridiculous the number of shots I blocked. When I was young, there were nights when guys couldn’t come close to getting shots off on me. Only Russell could have blocked more in his career.

I’d really like to know where I stand with blocks for my entire career. When you look at the list of career blocked shots leaders today, Russell and I are nowhere to be found. Quite frankly, that list is filled with pretenders to the title, all because the NBA didn’t record blocks for any of Bill’s and the majority of my career. Sure, I could put up points, but my game was really defense, so I’m a little disappointed that most of my blocks were never recorded.

Please do yourself a giant favor and go read the entire article. He discusses his entire career in depth, talking openly about his thoughts on being traded from San Francisco Warriors to the Chicago Bulls. It was bittersweet because he didn’t want to leave the Bay, but he also thought heading to Chicago was a good opportunity to play for a team that really wanted him.

And how exactly did Nate show his new Windy City brethren that the feeling was mutual?

Oh, just by, ya know, dropping a quadruple-double in his first-ever game as a Bull.

Looking back, I remember I was busy and was very active in the game, but I didn’t think about it in terms of a quadruple-double. We went into overtime, won the game, and I remember thinking it was a great way to start the season. That’s what made it so special.

One thing I distinctly remember was going back to my apartment after the game—I was just dead. I didn’t realize I had numbers spread out like that, across four categories until the next morning. It was my 12th year, and from that standpoint, the quadruple-double was just another game. But, as I look back now, I realize just how special a performance it was. At the time, nobody even talked about triple-doubles, so no one was really aware that I’d done something unprecedented.

As we all watch in amazement at what Dwight Howard can do on the court, let’s just make sure we’re clear on one thing: Just like Nate’s quad-dub, Superman’s accomplishment may be officially unprecedented, but it’s not actually unprecedented.

It’s sort of like his nickname in that sense.

NBA Playoffs: Bron Bron Being Bron Bron

Have we learned nothing from Spike Lee and Chris Bosh’s girlfriend?

You don’t poke a bear with a stick. Particularly not when that bear is in the zone.

Says the aforementioned, metaphorical bear — one LeBron James — about his picnic-basket-stealing, forest-fire-preventing, here-and-there-and-everywhere-bouncing, too-cold-too-hot-just-right-porridge-eating, 1986-Super-Bowl-dominating, Man-vs-Wild-surviving (I can keep going if you want) zone:

“You just feel like every shot you put up is going in, no matter the difficulty or whatever the case,” James said. “There’s nobody that can guard you at that point in time. All you have to do is get to that spot you want to get to.”

“Crazy shots,” Chicago’s Derrick Rose said. “It makes you want to be in his shoes the kind of stuff he’s hitting.”

Each one seemed personal too. Because after each made jumper in front of the Bulls bench — and there were seven — James turned and glared at the Bulls reserves as he backpedaled down the court. A few words were shared, but mainly a glare.

“They were talking the whole game,” James said. “Every time I caught the ball over there, they were daring me to shoot the ball. Telling me I couldn’t shoot, or ‘You can’t make jump shots so take the shot.’ So that’s what I did.”

His final stat sheet read: 40 points (on 16/23 shooting), 8 assists, 8 rebounds, 2 blocks, 1 steal and 2 turnovers. He scored 15 of those in the 4th quarter, including 11 straight for Cleveland in the closing minutes, during which time he stared down defenders, did his little tap-step, Savion Glover routine while holding the ball and buried jumper after jumper over whichever Chicago defender Vinny Del Negro decided should look stupid. It was pretty special stuff, even if none of the jumpers were particularly good shots.

Someone on Twitter who seems credible but whose name I can’t recall also mentioned that this was only the third time in NBA history that someone had gone for 40/8/8 on 65%+ shooting in a Playoff game. I’m not going to fact check that claim, so take it for what it’s worth. But I’m sure it doesn’t happen regularly. (He also did this, which actually does happen fairly regularly.)

Jamesian theatrics aside, the Bulls actually played a pretty good game and would have had a good shot to steal home court advantage if Bron Bron didn’t, ya know, go all Bron Bron on their heads. They only coughed up 4 turnovers compared to 14 in Game 1 and managed to grab a bunch of offensive boards (13, which were nearly a third of those available). They used those extra opportunities to get up 6 more shot attempts than they did in the first contest, even in a much slower game.

Throw in some good FT shooting, another good-not-great night from Derrick Rose and a much better effort from Joakim Noah (who put up 25 points, 13 boards — 7 offensive — and 3 dimes on a night where he had to step up following his Cleveland sucks comments), and the Bulls were right there with the Cavs. They trailed only 88-91 with 6 minutes left, and it legitimately looked like anyone’s game to win.

Then LeBron won it.

Three-pointer. Free-throws. Ridiculous driving finish. Dagger J. Dagger J. Swing pass out of a double for a trey.

Ball game.

For the Bulls, no one else really stood out. Luol Deng played a lot better, going 7/15 for 20 points after an ugly 5/15 performance in Game 1 and converting a huge three-point play to cut the Cleveland lead to just 3 right before LeBron went nuts. Hinrich and Gibson were both bad offensively, and Taj Gibson was effective but didn’t stand out much. Typical Bulls.

Jamario Moon was huge for the Cavs, sticking a bunch of timely threes, and this is something to keep an eye on during the next few games to see if he can continue being a reliable weapon. If so, that’s really good news for Cleveland.

But after him, no one else really did much on offense.

And, honestly, they didn’t need to.

I’m on a horse.

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