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Make It Through The Wall

Professional contest eaters have my utmost respect. Yes, it’s a crude showing of excess; it’s overindulgence to the point of physical and psychological torture. But it’s a gift that requires a complete dismissal of all the body’s warning signs and defense mechanisms. That takes a certain combination of willpower and crazy. Eating is the easy part. Persevering as everything slows to a crawl and your body begins to collapse. That’s hard.

It’s something you have to face personally to understand.

I ate 85 chicken nuggets at a local eating contest. I didn’t win it, but I surely didn’t lose it. There were men and women decades (and upwards of 250 pounds) my senior that weren’t able to put down as many as I did. But eventually – for me, at around the 70th nugget – the people eyeing the same goal as you fade away. There is nothing but you and the mound of flesh, glistening with oil and fat, staring you dead in the eye. At that point, two seems like a pretty lonely number.

You feel your body begin to cave. You see the pile of nuggets, steadfast in their plans to destroy you. You feel your jaws begin to falter, and you feel the oil begin to crawl towards the back of your throat. You taste defeat. It’s salty and monotonous. Monotony is lethal.

Drudging towards 80, I felt my hands and feet begin to tingle. Curiously, I asked for five more. If 80 was my unscalable wall, 85 would be my victory, my consolation prize, my token of self-respect.

For Denver Nuggets GM Masai Ujiri, the number was four. Four new players: a victory if one could exist in such a hopeless situation, a consolation prize consisting of four promising athletes with significant talent, and a deal that kept Denver’s self-respect intact.

(h/t to James Herbert of Outside the NBA)

With that, a sigh of relief and more. Wide-eyed and smiling, Karl had an unmistakable rosy glow on the Thursday night following the trade.

He was clearly drunk.

Plastered. In excitement, in the new opportunities afforded, in hope. So much has been made about Carmelo Anthony leaving this Denver Nuggets team in ruin. Immediately after rumors of Anthony’s trade to New York were confirmed, we saw a haggard Karl answer questions listlessly outside his car. Something changed between Monday night and Thursday’s broadcast. Something forced him out of the gloom, and forced him to marvel at the freedom of the roster and the freedom in his control.

Whatever changed his outlook, we witnessed it against the Boston Celtics.

The team was assembled less than a week ago, nowhere near the amount of time needed to build sufficient chemistry. Nonetheless, there was a distinct sense of unity amongst the players. After all, Melo wasn’t the only one who was traded, and he wasn’t the only one who had to face uncertainty for months on end. The four Knicks traded were essentially told their contributions to New York’s resurgence weren’t good enough. The Nuggets that have remained played through the first half of the season in an inoperable haze without so much as a scheme or identity. These Nuggets, if only for the rest of this season, have one. While their backgrounds and talents differ, they’ve been brought together because of Carmelo’s shadow. Now the only thing left to do is escape.

This shouldn’t be too difficult. The Nuggets losing their two most potent scorers and most dominant ball-handlers will provide an opportunity for neglected offensive schemes, and a swift death to isolation-heavy offense. In the three games before the trade, Denver logged 51 assists. In the first three games without Anthony, the team logged 71. Ball movement will be imperative, and it would be surprising if more pick and roll opportunities aren’t created with Ty Lawson, Raymond Felton, and J.R. Smith all sharing ball handling duties.

One very intriguing element to this new team is the versatility of Wilson Chandler. While he’s played only one game in Denver, he’s already established himself as an extremely important two-way player. Chandler defended almost every position on the floor against the Celtics, including some impressive defense against Glen Davis who outweighs Chandler by at least 50 pounds. In less playing time in his previous 51 games with the Knicks, Chandler is efficiently producing better numbers. There aren’t any drastic leaps for better or worse in any statistical category, but there are incremental improvements across the board. It may be a small sample size, but an efficient and improving Wilson Chandler can only mean good things for Denver’s future.

There are too many questions regarding the future. We don’t know how Nene will handle the extra defensive attention with Melo gone. We don’t know for certain if Ty Lawson will keep his starting role. We don’t even know if this same team will exist past the season. But if Thursday was any indication, these Nuggets should be a thrill ride full of hell-raising defensive pressure, a lot of ball movement, and a lot of explosive scoring from an array of sources, however long it lasts. The Celtics game may have just been a mirage, but this team could legitimately go 10 deep. Against Boston, Karl played 10 players, none playing over 31 minutes, and none playing less than 13. Even more astounding is the shot distribution, as only one Nuggets player, Kenyon Martin, took more than 10 shots. Granted, this isn’t going to happen every night, but it’s a testament to the depth that this team now possesses.

Perhaps this was the only way that Denver could have operated in a post-Melo era. After allowing one player to overshadow the entire franchise for months, the only conceivable way for the team to progress was to construct an identity contrary to Anthony’s. Karl has a chance to construct one of the more creative and dynamic teams in the league, while stressing what was once the calling card for a Nuggets franchise at the cusp of an NBA Finals appearance two seasons ago. A commitment to team ball and defense. Sounds fun. Sounds almost foreign the way the first half of the season had gone for Denver.

Seven years have passed since Carmelo Anthony first shook David Stern’s hand, solidifying his place in Nuggets history. Seven years have passed and this team finds itself without its leader, without its cornerstone. But Denver finds itself in exciting territory far removed from the road to ruin that was once anticipated.

Carmelo was the wall. Denver has gotten over. It aches for a bit, but nothing that time and a few antacids can’t fix.

The New York Knicks and That ABA Ish

Let’s get past the elements in which this revolves around New York, because as a Southern Midwesterner (or Midwestern Southerner, take your pick), I know most of what I know about New York from friends and various films. Though I will say the films, television, books, and radio programs do paint quite the vivid picture of a thriving metropolis! So yes, the fact that this team is primed to finally be relevant, while not dominant, is particularly culturally relevant for the city. And yes, a resurgence there does speak quite plainly to a mythos that has been held in the old barn and echoed throughout the boroughs. But let’s try and move past that to what this team could resemble.

Yes. Indeed.

Pointless. Frantic. Exhilarating ABA ish.

Let’s address some issues.

The Knicks Won’t Be Good.

This is my favorite response when you mention that the Knicks will be fun as hell to watch next season. “Yeah, but they won’t be any good.” Which is bizarre in and of itself. You know who will be good this year? The Lakers, Heat, Celtics, Magic, Bulls, and probably 1-2 Western teams which are yet to be determined. Those teams will be good. Only two, and if we’re lucky, three, will be great. The rest are just fodder for the great maw that is the NBA elite. And yeah, the Knicks, given their market, payroll, and history, should be better. But your franchise is going to have good times, bad times, and a lot of time in between. The Lakers were a first-round-exit machine in the mid-decade, for crying out loud. Yet the story goes that we’re to ignore this whole thing simply because they had cap space and failed to acquire one of three individuals who were actually planning on going to the same place for years, and despite the fact that Chris Bosh may not be considerably better than Amar’e Stoudemire, all things considered.

But all that is circumstance. Let’s get down to what this is about. Defense, and the lack thereof.

I’m not trying to abdicate the value of defense. The Knicks can not be, under any reasonable set of expectations or circumstances, an elite team, and almost all of that has to do with their lack of defense. From personnel, to system, to approach, their team is built to sufficiently ignore defense. The only reason they even acknowledge its existence is to get the ball back. Bear in mind I’m a believer that the D’Antoni Defensive Sieve is a myth. His Suns teams were far from stalwarts but nor were they the Raptors of last season. They were fine. Just not fine enough, especially not for the grotesque, misshapen, UFC-style ball that makes up the NBA playoffs. But even I can recognize that this cohesive roster is going to be abhorrent on defense. Ronny Turiaf puts in great effort. Not a good defensive element. Stoudemire’s defense has been well documented, and while I maintain he’s hyper-criticized beyond his actual shortcomings, he’s not a good defender by any stretch of the imagination. The rest of the roster is the same. Felton was never a standout defensively, even on a defensive squad like LB’s Cats. Galinari was born into D’Antoni’s defenseless womb. Anthony Randolph is described by my esteemed colleague the same way some are spoken of as rocks with mouths. All in all, the Knicks are likely to be dreadful on defense.

Who cares?

To take the sting off of it a little bit, consider the report coming out about a possible starting five of Felton-Gallinari-Randolph-Stoudemire-Turiaf. That’s a lot of size right there. Even with the waif-like wings, you’re still looking at considerable height to provide a rebounding asset, if not advantage. But if we move past defense and accept that this team is only marginally likely to make the playoffs and if they do, they are likely fodder, we have to see how bloody fun this team is apt to be. Forget the whole Warriors-Raptors concepts of the last few years, those teams were built on a system which then went out and got whatever players were affordably priced for what they were attempting (or in the Raptors case, reasonably priced with a few plastic explosive exceptions). And forget even the Suns, who were dependent on one player’s brilliance, and the other players’ ability to siphon off that player (yes, one of them is the same player who is now the lynch pin in our Madison Square Petrie Dish). This is just tall, athletic guys who can throw the round thing in the circular thing repeatedly.

It’s still a D’Antoni team, no doubt. But what’s notable is not what elements are at play in New York, but how they’re arranged. In Phoenix, he played with refinement at point guard, quickness/speed and barrage at shooting guard (Johnson/Bell/Barbosa), versatility at small forward, and some combination of perplexity and violence at power-forward and center (Stoudemire-Diaw/Marion/Thomas). In New York, he’s assembling something with a workhorse at point guard, purity and athleticism at the wings, violence at the power forward, and function at center. The question is if this is what he wants or if this is the base of the soup that he’s hoping will become something else. Hoping, for example, that Raymond Felton becomes a source of refinement at point guard? That’s not going to lead anywhere good for his liver. Hoping Randolph accepts a traditional role? Wasting his breath. Wishing Turiaf to be versatile? Reasonable but ultimately pointless. They are what they are. This isn’t to say they can’t collectively be something else, especially with a bench that’s just as full of misfit toys that can still wind their springs as any. But it does mean that any attempts to force evolution will be as useful as gluing feathers to a brontosaurus. It’ll happen in due time.

The limits of this team are fascinating, though. Not just the Suns driven by the point guard whipping to perimeter spot-ups but constant catch-go-move-throw. But floaters. Trailer threes by the busload. Offensive rebounds by the truckload (seriously, their defensive rebounding will be systemically suspect, but they’re going to get tap-backs). Pull-ups on loop.

A trade is looming, and with good reason. Donnie Walsh’s job is to win a championship, not speak to relics. But if this particular team makes it together, they’ll be something to watch. Nothing moving, or transcendent, but fun, capable, and complex. There’s nothing obvious about New York, other than the fact they won’t be winning a championship this year. They could very well win as many or fewer games as last year. They could make the 7th seed. It’s negligible, as unless they make a significant move towards Chris Paul’s toast, that’s what they are as far as the common fan is concerned. Toast. But that’s what’s great about Knicks fans. They’re not common fans.

Maybe the best way to describe this team is as a heartbreaker. Young, pristine, driving a really cool car and occasionally getting grounded for weeks on end. They won’t be together forever and when they’re blown apart, it’ll never be the same. But those moments in youth are still something to revel in while they’re around.

Growing up is painful, inevitable, and rote. Let the kids have their fun.