- Luka in 7 March games (no counting current game where he's 1-6 from 3 and 3-5 FT): 54% FT on near 8 FTA/gm 23% 3s… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 21 hours ago
- No commentary on actual ability: keldon Johnson highly unlikable 3 days ago
- Fairly certain Herro’s gotten taller since season started. 3 days ago
- RT @damonagnos: @coachthorpe https://t.co/1uxD4IfDQJ 3 days ago
- Cam Reddish coming off bench to start 2nd half. 3 days ago
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July 14, 2014Posted by on
Last week I wrote some brief thoughts on the bomb LeBron James dropped on the basketball world and while I wouldn’t stay I’m still reeling from it, there are aftershocks rumbling under my feet all the way out in Seattle. All day Friday I was unable to do anything but consider the choice a man from Akron, Ohio made which is an odd circumstance at which to arrive to say the least, but Bron’s done nothing if not become a sculptor, shaping the lives of millions and I was just one more being surreally affected by his decisions. For as big as LeBron has become (and it’s frightening how big he is), the rest of the basketball world is still orbiting around the sun, trying to do whatever it takes to achieve a hundred thousand different goals:
Carmelo Anthony re-signed with the Knicks and even penned his own letter a la LeBron which he posted on his site (that most people likely have never heard of): www.thisismelo.com. It’s unfair to compare Melo’s situation and letter with LeBron’s, but it’s hard to not compare them. They came into the league together, possess world class talents, play the same positions, have won Olympic medals together, and now explained their free agency decisions in remarkably similar fashions. All week leading up to LeBron’s announcement, we had heard speculation that he would tell us through his Samsung app or on his own website. All along though, it was Melo working behind the scenes on his own brief explanation and website release. It arrived with little fanfare, a New York wave in LeBron’s tsunami, great in his own right and sought after by all, but continually eclipsed by the King.
By returning to Cleveland, LeBron removed the massive roadblock that had created a Chinese National Highway-like traffic jam for free agents. And it resulted into a scrambling dash by front offices and agents to jockey for space and players, some of which leaked through to Twitter which made for a most exciting Friday. Beyond Bron, teammate Chris Bosh held the most intrigue as Houston GM Daryl Morey (of Sam Presti fleecing fame) rolled the dice with a whole lot on the line. At risk were trades of previous poison pill contract players and neglected humans, Jeremy Lin and Omer Asik, the Rockets 2015 first round pick, a future second round pick, and the choice of whether or not to sign the versatile and eminently handsome, but suddenly expensive Chandler Parsons (Parsons’s price tag went from a team option of $960,000 in 2014-15 to three years for $46M after Dallas signed him to an offer sheet).
After Morey had made the trades, cleared away depth and assets to bring on Bosh, the 6’11” native Texan surprised us all, and no doubt Morey the most, by re-signing with Miami. Houston then declined to bring back Parsons back with Morey predictably criticizing the deal by describing it as “one of the most untradeable (contract) structures I’ve ever seen.” Maybe it’s an untradeable deal or maybe Morey’s got sour grapes. Whatever the case, it took about 24 hours for the Rockets to go from Bosh and Parsons alongside Dwight and Harden to Trevor Ariza (signed to replace Parsons) and that can’t be spun as a positive.
Get your requiems ready because in addition to watching Derek Fisher make the transition from crustily grizzled veteran to head coach of the Knicks, we may soon be waving hasta la vista to Jermaine O’Neal and Ray Allen who are both considering retirement. But for those of you who have a soft spot for shiny-headed power forwards who have penchants for bullying European players and cursing to themselves, fear not because Kevin Garnett is reportedly “excited” to play with the Nets – and likely excited to make the $12M that’s owed to him for playing 20-25 minutes/game.
From the unrestricted batch of remaining free agents, the last big name without a home is playoff problem child, Lance Stephenson who, like so many before him, had to learn the hard way that you don’t tug on Super LeBron’s cape, you don’t blow into his ear, you don’t pull the headband off the King, and you don’t mess around in the Eastern Conference Finals. Jim Croce paraphrasing aside, Stephenson was one of just four players to average at least 13ppg, 7rpg, and 4apg in 2013-14. He’s only 23 and aside from the aforementioned ass-hattery of the ECF, he’s a terrific, if immature, player who can play either wing spot and whether he returns to Indiana or signs elsewhere he’ll continue his evolution in 2015.
The summer league circuit is well underway and Las Vegas has been overrun with scribes wielding pens and voice recorders and polo shirts and new Cavs Coach David Blatt coaching in jeans. I tuned in for the Jabari Parker vs. Andrew Wiggins extravaganza on Saturday when the weather in Seattle was hot enough that my living room felt like the inside of a convection oven, but it wasn’t so scorching for me to miss out on these rookies. Wiggins showed flashes of otherworldly athleticism while for Parker it looked just like another game at Cameron Indoor with a variety of slashing drives, strong finished, and a mix of well-developed jumpers. More so than the top-two picks in the draft were the contributions of last year’s number one pick, Anthony Bennett and Bucks’ cult favorite, the Greek Freak, Giannis Antetokounmpo. (This is where I break the hearts of my few readers by admitting that this was the first time I’d undistractedly watched Antetokounmpo.) Bennett’s shed baby fat and looks like he could be ready to step into a contributing role off the Cavs bench, assuming he can set a screen without being whistled for a foul – he had eight in the game. Antetokounmpo was most impressive with his self-confidence on the long ball. At 6’11”, or however tall he is, his combination of shooting range and athleticism are worth getting excited about. It’s ok to be late for the train as long as you arrive.
Southern Methodist University, currently coached by basketball nomad Larry Brown, just lost a recruit named Emmanuel Mudiay who’s taking his talents across the pond to play pro ball. The 6’5” guard out of Texas wasn’t just some random player with marginal talents, but rather a top-five nationally ranked player good enough to be projected as the number-three overall pick on Draft Express’s 2015 mock. Yahoo Sports’ Adrian Wojnarowski broke the story:
“This is not an academic issue, since he has been admitted to SMU, but rather a hardship issue,” Brown said in a statement.
Nevertheless, little evidence supports the Hall of Fame coach’s assertion on Mudiay’s reason for leaving SMU.
Mudiay had conversations with Brown and university officials about his ability to become academically eligible and withstand NCAA scrutiny into his amateur status to play his freshman year, sources told Yahoo Sports.
Mudiay becomes the latest in a list that includes Brandon Jennings, Jeremy Tyler, and Latavious Williams as players who have, for varying reasons, bypassed college for either the D-League or international leagues. While I’m fundamentally opposed to any NBA age limits, as long as one exists, the league would do well to present the D-League as a better alternative to international pro leagues. The success of players like Glen Rice Jr. and PJ Hairston will continue advancing the league’s profile, but it would’ve been a coup for them to get a talent like Mudiay, but if money is even an iota of a consideration for the young man, then Europe or China or wherever he lands makes logical sense.
Nothing much else happened this week except for the latest great white hype Doug McDermott scored 31 points on 12 shots in Vegas on Sunday.
March 19, 2013Posted by on
23 in a row! Crown the kings! Plan the parade! The season is over!
“It’s only March,” cried the masses, “you front-running posers!”
We looked to Riley, pomading his hair. He consulted a calendar, made a few calls.
The season wasn’t done, “Let’s practice, get out the balls!”
“Not those balls, Bird!” and the team had a laugh
They played catch for a bit, then sat at the chalkboard and worked on the math
“23 wins in 23 games, 100% success, now isn’t that great?”
Asked Juwan and Mike Miller as they calculated the rate
“23 is the number that I used to wear,”
Said a goofing LeBron, but nobody cared
Spoelstra diagrammed and analyzed equations
While Chalmers and Cole were mesmerized by chalk dust, “amazin’”
Meanwhile in China, McGrady poo-poo’d and moaned
Over in Boston, Jet Terry clutched his aching back and groaned
Video replay showed the Death Machine flying without wings
Riley used a Chinese calculator to tabulate his rings
In the locker room where they filmed the famous Shake
The team gathered around the schedule looking for a mistake
Nope, the games were all there, everything was all clear
The Cavs were on Wednesday, there was nothing to fear
“Going home, going home where they love and hate me so much”
Sang a balding LeBron while Bosh made up his lunch
Then it’s the Pistons, Bobcats and Orlando
“For that last one, I just might go Commando”
Said a chucking Birdman while he sketched a new tattoo
And Battier hummed that he was feeling blue
About what he wouldn’t say
After all it was Pierce’s copious behind that ended the game the previous day
Wilt the Stilt rolled over in his grave
Passing along ill-intentioned curses that the Heat would misbehave
Jerry West laughed and said they had a nice run
But he hoped that the boys from Miami could continue their fun
If you love them, it was a blast, but if not you hated
And only a Heat loss would leave you satiated
Screw off LeBron and you too Dwyane Wade
Superstars or not, you’re both overpaid
Why so much anger and blood curdling envy?
They’re just playing and winning and Shane seems so sophisticated and friendly
“But what happens if we get to 24, 5 or 6?”
Asked little Chalmers, his face in a twist
Everyone hushed and looked on at old Riley who lit up a fat stogie
Stared back at the team and puffed out so slowly
“It’s not a title, but it’s more and it’s less
Little Mario Chalmers, consider yourself blessed”
23 couplets for 23 wins
It sure is something and no one can say if we’ll see it again