Welcome to another special installment in the web's best NBA team previews. So special that you will be filled with specialness and specially special and a special sense of the special. To check out all the entries in the series, you can click here.
Today, we will be discussing the Philadelphia 76ers, a team that is best known for all the great players it used to have. It is currently known for no longer having any of these great players. It also has the distinction of possibly being the team I care least about, a title that I think is going to make the citizens of Sacramento, Memphis, and Milwaukee very jealous.
Classification
Team That I Care Least About
Things I Like
Philadelphia is a swell city. I enjoy its patriotic landmarks, cream cheese-spread, and at least one television show set in this fair city. It is my understanding that Will Smith, amongst other fine citizens of the world, was born in Philadelphia. Basketball-wise, Dr. J, Charles Barkley, and Allen Iverson are three of my all-time favorite players. Great guys, I love all of them. Also... cheese steak is delicious?
Look, if pressed, I'd say that Andre Iguodala is a fine player who can change the game. Also, Thaddeus Young and Marreese Speights are cult heroes in the making. So there.
Oh and Elton Brand produced Werner Herzog's Rescue Dawn. Seriously. So that's rad.
Things I Don't Like
Elton Brand has done nothing the past few years and while I get that he's been injured, I can't fight the feeling that he's overrated. Also, Lou Williams is the starting point guard? Maybe he'll surprise us all, but that's really suspect.
Other than that... Well, it's really hard to actively hate or dislike something you don't care about.
Mythology
The best case scenario for the Philadelphia 76ers lies in the ability of ghosts to possess and control the actions of living human beings. Specifically, time-traveling ghosts. The only way that the 76ers are going to be compelling is if the ghosts of Allen Iverson, Dr. J, and Charles Barkley possess the bodies of the current players and use some kind of supernatural puppetry to propel them towards great feats. These three were and are legends. Andre Iguodala? I mean, he's a less scintillating Gerald Wallace.
Look, Philadelphia: I want to love you. AI is my favorite player and he spent years pouring all of his blood, sweat, and tears for this team and all you wanted to talk about is practice. Now the best you can hope for is that the time traveling ghost of Allen Iverson possesses Lou Williams and unleashes a reign of terror upon the rest of the league.
Prophecy
The time traveling ghost scenario becomes true and Lou Williams starts breaking down Rajon Rondo on wicked crossovers and pouring in 30 points a game. Unfortunately, in Memphis, a broken shell of a hero takes notice and sees something familiar in the way that Lou Williams calmly steps over Mo Williams. Present-day Allen Iverson hires an old priest and a young priest to come with him to Philadelphia to try to exorcise future-ghost-AI from the tormented and mortal frame of Lou Williams. Its a grisly sight to watch the malevolent spirit rip free of poor Lou Williams flesh and even more shocking to see the spirit seek refuge in the familiar host of the Answer himself. Iverson, now with dueling personas struggling within him along with the unknowable secrets of time and space, turns completely transcendent and wins twelve straight games down the stretch for the Grizzlies. It will be just like Game One of the Finals against the Lakers.
Philadelphia misses the playoffs. Broken, Lou Williams is forced into early retirement.
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Verdict
Eh. Cross your fingers for the time-traveling ghost scenario and enjoy Iguodala's highlights, but otherwise... eh.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
2009-10 Team Previews: Utah Jazz
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Today, we will be discussing the Utah Jazz. The Utah Jazz are most notable for being an okay team that does okay and is filled with players who are thoroughly okay. They win some games and lose others. Typically they win more games than they lose, but lost lose the important ones. And that's okay.
Classification
Tean I Don't Like With A Few Players I Do Like, I Guess
Things I Like
Deron Williams is a great basketball player. He's easily the second-best point guard in the game today and his duels with Chris Paul are the stuff of legend. He's clearly one of the best overall players in the league and his game is skillful, polished, and athletic. I enjoy the ghost of Andrei Kirilenko who still displays flashes of that multi-talented versatility that used to be so exciting. Paul Millsap should be a starter somewhere and Eric Maynor will always hold a special place in my heart ("IS THIS THE DAGGER?"). Finally, Kyle Korver's corn-eating ways are totally tolerable when teamed with Deron Williams.
Things I Don't Like
Carlos Boozer went to Duke, betrayed Lebron and the Cavaliers, holds back Millsap, and generally causes contract headaches at Utah. He's a skilled enough player, sure, but there is so much that points to pure assholery. In a lot of ways, he's a perfect player for Utah.
Yeah, that's right, I don't like Utah. When I think things like, I don't know basketball and jazz, I don't think of Salt Lake City. I know, I know-- sure. I know all about the great basketball traditions and Stockton and Malone and Jerry Sloan. I know and I don't care. Yes, Stockton and Malone are great players, but is Jerry Sloan a great coach? Oh, he won a lot? I don't care. He is boring. The city is boring. The Utah Jazz are boring. The fact that I can watch them at all is a tribute to how truly great Deron Williams is.
Also Andrei Kirilenko's YouTube highlight reels and mixtapes have the worst soundtracks of any NBA player's. Trust me on this.
Mythology
There is something truly and horrendously powerful about living in someone's shadow. Here are the facts: Deron Williams is a great point guard. At any other point in history, there is a legitimate case for him being the best point guard in the game (seriously and absolutely). This can't be true in present circumstances, however. Chris Paul is quite simply (if things go according to plan) going to end up being the greatest point guard of all time. Deron Williams may match up with Chris Paul one-on-one, but there are forces of history at work which overwhelm Deron-- he is destined to live in Chris Paul's shadow. Which brings me to the question at hand: Are Deron Williams and Chris Paul the reincarnated forms of Salieri and Mozart?
Prophecy
In several years, Deron Williams will attempt suicide by slitting his own throat while confessing to murdering Chris Paul. He'll be committed to an institution but slowly warm to a young priest who wants to hear the whole and sordid tale of how he and Chris Paul met, and how the horrific plot that led to the murder slowly developed. At the end of the tale, Deron Williams will angrily curse God for making him the "patron saint of mediocrity." As part of this divinely imposed curse, he will be forced to be point guard for the Utah Jazz for longer than John Stockton.
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Verdict
Good but not great, and only really interesting along a single dimension: Watch them when they play the Hornets. Watch Deron Williams highlights. Don't bother going out of your way for anything else.
Today, we will be discussing the Utah Jazz. The Utah Jazz are most notable for being an okay team that does okay and is filled with players who are thoroughly okay. They win some games and lose others. Typically they win more games than they lose, but lost lose the important ones. And that's okay.
Classification
Tean I Don't Like With A Few Players I Do Like, I Guess
Things I Like
Deron Williams is a great basketball player. He's easily the second-best point guard in the game today and his duels with Chris Paul are the stuff of legend. He's clearly one of the best overall players in the league and his game is skillful, polished, and athletic. I enjoy the ghost of Andrei Kirilenko who still displays flashes of that multi-talented versatility that used to be so exciting. Paul Millsap should be a starter somewhere and Eric Maynor will always hold a special place in my heart ("IS THIS THE DAGGER?"). Finally, Kyle Korver's corn-eating ways are totally tolerable when teamed with Deron Williams.
Things I Don't Like
Carlos Boozer went to Duke, betrayed Lebron and the Cavaliers, holds back Millsap, and generally causes contract headaches at Utah. He's a skilled enough player, sure, but there is so much that points to pure assholery. In a lot of ways, he's a perfect player for Utah.
Yeah, that's right, I don't like Utah. When I think things like, I don't know basketball and jazz, I don't think of Salt Lake City. I know, I know-- sure. I know all about the great basketball traditions and Stockton and Malone and Jerry Sloan. I know and I don't care. Yes, Stockton and Malone are great players, but is Jerry Sloan a great coach? Oh, he won a lot? I don't care. He is boring. The city is boring. The Utah Jazz are boring. The fact that I can watch them at all is a tribute to how truly great Deron Williams is.
Also Andrei Kirilenko's YouTube highlight reels and mixtapes have the worst soundtracks of any NBA player's. Trust me on this.
Mythology
There is something truly and horrendously powerful about living in someone's shadow. Here are the facts: Deron Williams is a great point guard. At any other point in history, there is a legitimate case for him being the best point guard in the game (seriously and absolutely). This can't be true in present circumstances, however. Chris Paul is quite simply (if things go according to plan) going to end up being the greatest point guard of all time. Deron Williams may match up with Chris Paul one-on-one, but there are forces of history at work which overwhelm Deron-- he is destined to live in Chris Paul's shadow. Which brings me to the question at hand: Are Deron Williams and Chris Paul the reincarnated forms of Salieri and Mozart?
Prophecy
In several years, Deron Williams will attempt suicide by slitting his own throat while confessing to murdering Chris Paul. He'll be committed to an institution but slowly warm to a young priest who wants to hear the whole and sordid tale of how he and Chris Paul met, and how the horrific plot that led to the murder slowly developed. At the end of the tale, Deron Williams will angrily curse God for making him the "patron saint of mediocrity." As part of this divinely imposed curse, he will be forced to be point guard for the Utah Jazz for longer than John Stockton.
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Verdict
Good but not great, and only really interesting along a single dimension: Watch them when they play the Hornets. Watch Deron Williams highlights. Don't bother going out of your way for anything else.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
2009-10 Team Previews: Atlanta Hawks
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Today, we will be discussing the Atlanta Hawks, a young talented team that has been young, talented, fun, and bursting with promise for a long time. Now, they are ready to collect on that promise.
Classification
Team That I Like
Things I Like
I basically really like every single player on this team. No seriously. The rotation is almost entirely unimpeachable. Of their starters, who are you going to criticize? There is no one. Maybe, Marvin Williams? You might, but I would never. I love Marvin Gaye Williams in all of his resplendent nerdiness and soulfulness. Mike Bibby is a consummate professional who is making precisely the correct amount he should be making. Al Horford is a legitimate and talented young center. Joe Johnson and Josh Smith are supremely gifted basketball players. And then you are bringing Jeff Teague, Mo Evans, and Jamal Crawford off the bench? Seriously? That's just beautiful.
This team is young, talented, and more athletic than just about any team they will ever square off against. They have all been fairly seasoned, they have all tasted the play-offs.
Hell, I even happen to think that "Hawks" is one of the better team names.
Things I Don't Like
Mike Woodson is not the best coach in the world and that statement isn't exactly the slightest of understatements.
Something about Zaza Pachulia's game annoys me. I don't know what. I'm intrigued by him because of his Georgian origin, yet it also gives rise to one of the more uncomfortable hypothetical questions in terms of NBA players: If he were alive today, would Stalin claim Pachulia as his favorite player?
Mythology
Jamal Crawford is the longest tenured player in the NBA who has never tasted the playoffs. Jamal labored with the Bulls during the dark years of the early part of the decade and then played for the Knicks during the height of the Isiah Thomas era. He managed to join the Knicks this year just in time for the post-Baron Davis disintegration of one of the most exciting teams of the decade. Jamal Crawford is a great player who has been stuck on terrible teams. Is Jamal Crawford cursed? It seems fairly likely. Though a cursory (GET IT?!) examination of Jamal's past turns up no evidence of betraying Roma fortune tellers, uncovering pharaoh tombs, or stealing any sort of Tiki-idols, my investigation has been far from exhaustive. The Hawks front office should investigate this to be sure. If ever a player and team deserves to be free of curses it's Jamal Crawford and the Atlanta Hawks
Prophecy
Marvin Gaye Williams will sing the national anthem and simultaneously solve a Rubix cube.
You will still not know who Joe Johnson is. Josh Smith will dunk the moon.
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VerdictWatch every game you can and love this team with few reservations. It's okay to cringe when Josh Smith jacks up threes.
Today, we will be discussing the Atlanta Hawks, a young talented team that has been young, talented, fun, and bursting with promise for a long time. Now, they are ready to collect on that promise.
Classification
Team That I Like
Things I Like
I basically really like every single player on this team. No seriously. The rotation is almost entirely unimpeachable. Of their starters, who are you going to criticize? There is no one. Maybe, Marvin Williams? You might, but I would never. I love Marvin Gaye Williams in all of his resplendent nerdiness and soulfulness. Mike Bibby is a consummate professional who is making precisely the correct amount he should be making. Al Horford is a legitimate and talented young center. Joe Johnson and Josh Smith are supremely gifted basketball players. And then you are bringing Jeff Teague, Mo Evans, and Jamal Crawford off the bench? Seriously? That's just beautiful.
This team is young, talented, and more athletic than just about any team they will ever square off against. They have all been fairly seasoned, they have all tasted the play-offs.
Hell, I even happen to think that "Hawks" is one of the better team names.
Things I Don't Like
Mike Woodson is not the best coach in the world and that statement isn't exactly the slightest of understatements.
Something about Zaza Pachulia's game annoys me. I don't know what. I'm intrigued by him because of his Georgian origin, yet it also gives rise to one of the more uncomfortable hypothetical questions in terms of NBA players: If he were alive today, would Stalin claim Pachulia as his favorite player?
Mythology
Jamal Crawford is the longest tenured player in the NBA who has never tasted the playoffs. Jamal labored with the Bulls during the dark years of the early part of the decade and then played for the Knicks during the height of the Isiah Thomas era. He managed to join the Knicks this year just in time for the post-Baron Davis disintegration of one of the most exciting teams of the decade. Jamal Crawford is a great player who has been stuck on terrible teams. Is Jamal Crawford cursed? It seems fairly likely. Though a cursory (GET IT?!) examination of Jamal's past turns up no evidence of betraying Roma fortune tellers, uncovering pharaoh tombs, or stealing any sort of Tiki-idols, my investigation has been far from exhaustive. The Hawks front office should investigate this to be sure. If ever a player and team deserves to be free of curses it's Jamal Crawford and the Atlanta Hawks
Prophecy
Marvin Gaye Williams will sing the national anthem and simultaneously solve a Rubix cube.
You will still not know who Joe Johnson is. Josh Smith will dunk the moon.
Related Media
VerdictWatch every game you can and love this team with few reservations. It's okay to cringe when Josh Smith jacks up threes.
2009-10 Team Previews: Minnesota Timberwolves
Welcome to another wonderful installment in the web's best NBA team previews. So magical that you will be filled with wonder and astonishment and a mystical sense of the magical and mystical magic that is mystic, yet also magic. To check out all the entries in the series, you can click here.
Today, we will be discussing the Minnesota Timberwolves, a team that basketball people spent a disproportionate time thinking about this summer because of draft day antics and the Saga of Ricky Rubio. It's worth mentioning that the distillation of this entire summer's worth of thought about the Timberolves is contained in this blog post. No, scratch that, I can do better. It is contained within these quotation marks: "You are doing what? Why? Okay... Wait, why? Oh, but you are trying? Okay. But, it's not working is it? Yeah. Wait, what now?"
Classification
Team I Don't Like With Lots of Players I Do Like
Things I Like
I like all the new guys in Minnesota: Ramon Sessions is one of the better point guards in the league despite having no outside shot and being banished to playing in the absolute definition of obscurity: second string on the Milwaukee Bucks for years (This is a special purgatory reserved for only the most interesting and exciting point guards-- I'm so sorry Brandon Jennings. The NBA is a cruel mistress). Johnny Flynn is apparently the secret twin brother of Ty Lawson (who, incidentally, the Timberwolves also drafted and then traded to Denver), so I'm obligated by law to like him and his breakneck, free-wheeling ways. Speaking of which, Wayne Ellington, the sweet-shooting Carolina guard, surprisingly-athletic Final Four Most Outstanding Player and all-round nice-guy was also drafted by the Timberwolves.
Kurt Rambis, the new coach, is also, incidentally one of my top five, all-time, NBA fashion icons. I mean look at him:
That is what a man looks like.
Things I Don't Like
David Kahn, president of basketball operations, drafted four point guards in the 2009 draft and then acquired another one in free agency. The one he really wanted, Ricky Rubio, won't even be playing in the NBA this year. But, that's fine, because you might have guessed this, but YOU ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH POINT GUARDS. So, well-played sir. Well fucking played.
The Timberwolves are a terrible organization and I say that, in all fairness, out of personal bitterness. This was the prison that caged the fearsome, freakish fury of Kevin Garnett for so many years. This is the place where Rashad McCants, one of my most favorite sweet-shooting malcontents was trapped and ruined. Because of this, I fear for Ramon Sessions. I fear for Johnny Flynn. I fear for Wayne Ellington.
Also, Ricky Rubio passes really well but as near as I can tell, that is the only thing separating him from a Jonas brother.
Mythology
Speaking of which, I'd been doing some digging in the Calderon case and I started to notice something suspicious. Look at these highlights of Ricky Rubio playing with the Spanish national team:
Notice something odd? Right. Where's Pau Gasol? He's not in any of the footage. What was Pau Gasol really doing when he was supposed to be playing basketball for Spain? Is he working for Calderon? Is all the drama surrounding Rubio really a smoke screen to cover up an insidious plot by the Spanish mafia? Is Ricky Rubio's excellent passing, singing, and dancing really just a diversion? IS HE FAKING HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH VANESSA HUDGENS? HOW WILL SHE FEEL WHEN SHE FINDS OUT?
I'm sorry, I know this isn't strictly about the Timberwolves, but this is bigger than both of us.
Prophecy
Is there any doubt in anyone's mind that Kevin Love will sort of ditch the over-sized, low-rent Justin Timberlake circa 2005 look? After bonding with Kurt Rambis, is there any doubt that the rebounding wunderkind goes full on and embraces the big dorky retro glasses and embraces the parted hair and Rambis mustache?
No, there is not. Now dream bigger.
DREAM SCENARIO: The entire team adopts the look. Imagine it. Imagine Ramon and Wayne and Al and Corey. Imagine them all. Imagine the pan down the bench. A whole bench filled with glorious Rambises (Wait, third-declension so... Rambes?). Mustaches as far as the eye can see. The shortest shorts in the league. I am picturing it. I am imagining. I am dreaming it. I am willing it.
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Verdict
Stay tuned. The Timberwolves are loaded with fun and interesting players who could make this year really entertaining, and it's totally within the realm of possibility that the new coach, new staff, and new players help to create something really great and new (Team of Rambes). On the other hand, it's the Timberwolves: It's probably going to be an unwatchable disaster in spite of everything.
Today, we will be discussing the Minnesota Timberwolves, a team that basketball people spent a disproportionate time thinking about this summer because of draft day antics and the Saga of Ricky Rubio. It's worth mentioning that the distillation of this entire summer's worth of thought about the Timberolves is contained in this blog post. No, scratch that, I can do better. It is contained within these quotation marks: "You are doing what? Why? Okay... Wait, why? Oh, but you are trying? Okay. But, it's not working is it? Yeah. Wait, what now?"
Classification
Team I Don't Like With Lots of Players I Do Like
Things I Like
I like all the new guys in Minnesota: Ramon Sessions is one of the better point guards in the league despite having no outside shot and being banished to playing in the absolute definition of obscurity: second string on the Milwaukee Bucks for years (This is a special purgatory reserved for only the most interesting and exciting point guards-- I'm so sorry Brandon Jennings. The NBA is a cruel mistress). Johnny Flynn is apparently the secret twin brother of Ty Lawson (who, incidentally, the Timberwolves also drafted and then traded to Denver), so I'm obligated by law to like him and his breakneck, free-wheeling ways. Speaking of which, Wayne Ellington, the sweet-shooting Carolina guard, surprisingly-athletic Final Four Most Outstanding Player and all-round nice-guy was also drafted by the Timberwolves.
Kurt Rambis, the new coach, is also, incidentally one of my top five, all-time, NBA fashion icons. I mean look at him:
That is what a man looks like.
Things I Don't Like
David Kahn, president of basketball operations, drafted four point guards in the 2009 draft and then acquired another one in free agency. The one he really wanted, Ricky Rubio, won't even be playing in the NBA this year. But, that's fine, because you might have guessed this, but YOU ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH POINT GUARDS. So, well-played sir. Well fucking played.
The Timberwolves are a terrible organization and I say that, in all fairness, out of personal bitterness. This was the prison that caged the fearsome, freakish fury of Kevin Garnett for so many years. This is the place where Rashad McCants, one of my most favorite sweet-shooting malcontents was trapped and ruined. Because of this, I fear for Ramon Sessions. I fear for Johnny Flynn. I fear for Wayne Ellington.
Also, Ricky Rubio passes really well but as near as I can tell, that is the only thing separating him from a Jonas brother.
Mythology
Speaking of which, I'd been doing some digging in the Calderon case and I started to notice something suspicious. Look at these highlights of Ricky Rubio playing with the Spanish national team:
Notice something odd? Right. Where's Pau Gasol? He's not in any of the footage. What was Pau Gasol really doing when he was supposed to be playing basketball for Spain? Is he working for Calderon? Is all the drama surrounding Rubio really a smoke screen to cover up an insidious plot by the Spanish mafia? Is Ricky Rubio's excellent passing, singing, and dancing really just a diversion? IS HE FAKING HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH VANESSA HUDGENS? HOW WILL SHE FEEL WHEN SHE FINDS OUT?
I'm sorry, I know this isn't strictly about the Timberwolves, but this is bigger than both of us.
Prophecy
Is there any doubt in anyone's mind that Kevin Love will sort of ditch the over-sized, low-rent Justin Timberlake circa 2005 look? After bonding with Kurt Rambis, is there any doubt that the rebounding wunderkind goes full on and embraces the big dorky retro glasses and embraces the parted hair and Rambis mustache?
No, there is not. Now dream bigger.
DREAM SCENARIO: The entire team adopts the look. Imagine it. Imagine Ramon and Wayne and Al and Corey. Imagine them all. Imagine the pan down the bench. A whole bench filled with glorious Rambises (Wait, third-declension so... Rambes?). Mustaches as far as the eye can see. The shortest shorts in the league. I am picturing it. I am imagining. I am dreaming it. I am willing it.
Related Media
Verdict
Stay tuned. The Timberwolves are loaded with fun and interesting players who could make this year really entertaining, and it's totally within the realm of possibility that the new coach, new staff, and new players help to create something really great and new (Team of Rambes). On the other hand, it's the Timberwolves: It's probably going to be an unwatchable disaster in spite of everything.
2009-10 Team Previews: New York Knicks
Welcome to another wonderful installment in the web's best NBA team previews. So magical that you will be filled with wonder and astonishment and a mystical sense of the magical and mystical magic that is mystic, yet also magic. To check out all the entries in the series, you can click here.
Today, we will be discussing the New York Knicks, a lousy team plagued by recent troubles, a proud history, and tremendous anxiety about the future.
Classification
Team I Don't Like
Things I Like
Coach D'Antoni is easily one of everyone's favorite coaches in the league, and I am no exception. Nate Robinson is a certifiable freak of nature who is endlessly compelling and exciting to watch. His highlight reels are worthy of their own taxonomic category of sheer delight. Why is this? It's the obvious answer: Nate Robinson is 5'9". This is also my height. It's also apparently right at the average height for an American man. Nate Robinson could be the compelling Everyman of the NBA, a comfortable anchor of familiarity and realism in a sport populated by fantastic giants. Instead, he is even more alien, because he is not like us. I am the same height as Nate Robinson. I am 99.9% certain I will never be able to dunk. This is true of most men (the average, Everyman) of this most average height. Nate dunks with ease. Nate dunks brilliantly with ease. He is the defending Slam Dunk Champion. But he is the same height as Johnny On-the-Street. It's in this seeming contradiction that Nate draws a lot of his appeal. If you follow the Knicks or really the NBA at all, you probably already know all this and are wondering why I am dwelling on it. Answer: I am dwelling on this because there ain't a lot of good things about the Knicks to talk about. After Nate, it's a whole lot of clouds and little silver lining.
Other potential silver linings: I find Al Harrington delightful for some inexplicable reason and am optimistically excited about the potential of Toney Douglas, Danilo Gallinari, and yes, Darko Milicic.
Things I Don't Like
Everything else. This team is bad, practically by design. They have refused to acquire any decent players and basically just wrote off last season and this season on the hopes that they win the Lebron James sweepstakes or at least get a consolation Dwyane Wade, Chris Bosh, or Amare Stoudemire. This sucks and everyone knows it. The Knicks are sucking in the hopes that they will be a viable option to Lebron. They had decided to suck, years before this. This will cost them the entire season with no guaranteed result. This is a gamble and one that should make fans really nervous.
Mythology
Wilson Chandler is so forcibly bland and nondescript that the actual Wikipedia page "Trivia" section sounds like it was made up as a sort of subtle satire along the same lines as the Blowtorch's facts about Andre Miller. What follows is the actual Wikipedia excerpt, as of posting time:
Wilson Chandler is an NBA starter. He plays for the Knicks in Madison Square Garden. He is a millionaire. He did not go to his senior prom. His favorite food is pepperoni pizza. This is the legend of Wilson Chandler
Prophecy
No team is more invested in the idea of prophecy than the New York Knicks. Indeed, it's the only thing that sustains them. They have to believe that this year is meaningless. They have to believe that it doesn't matter if they are last in the NBA, that hell, that might be favorable. "It's always darkest before dawn," they will say with a sincere look in their eye and their heart singing the name of their messiah, the Chosen One. They chose this. They deliberately chose to suffer so that their sins might be redeemed in the Summer of Lebron, that the meek will indeed inherit the earth, and that lo, they might be able to get Chris Bosh too. Knicks fans will look at you knowingly and nod sagely and say, "All this shall come to pass."
If you know anything about irony, you must know that the Knicks, because of their hope, are doomed forever.
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Verdict
Only watch them if they are playing a team you would watch anyway. Sorry, Knicks fans: to repeat the familiar refrain, maybe next year.
Today, we will be discussing the New York Knicks, a lousy team plagued by recent troubles, a proud history, and tremendous anxiety about the future.
Classification
Team I Don't Like
Things I Like
Coach D'Antoni is easily one of everyone's favorite coaches in the league, and I am no exception. Nate Robinson is a certifiable freak of nature who is endlessly compelling and exciting to watch. His highlight reels are worthy of their own taxonomic category of sheer delight. Why is this? It's the obvious answer: Nate Robinson is 5'9". This is also my height. It's also apparently right at the average height for an American man. Nate Robinson could be the compelling Everyman of the NBA, a comfortable anchor of familiarity and realism in a sport populated by fantastic giants. Instead, he is even more alien, because he is not like us. I am the same height as Nate Robinson. I am 99.9% certain I will never be able to dunk. This is true of most men (the average, Everyman) of this most average height. Nate dunks with ease. Nate dunks brilliantly with ease. He is the defending Slam Dunk Champion. But he is the same height as Johnny On-the-Street. It's in this seeming contradiction that Nate draws a lot of his appeal. If you follow the Knicks or really the NBA at all, you probably already know all this and are wondering why I am dwelling on it. Answer: I am dwelling on this because there ain't a lot of good things about the Knicks to talk about. After Nate, it's a whole lot of clouds and little silver lining.
Other potential silver linings: I find Al Harrington delightful for some inexplicable reason and am optimistically excited about the potential of Toney Douglas, Danilo Gallinari, and yes, Darko Milicic.
Things I Don't Like
Everything else. This team is bad, practically by design. They have refused to acquire any decent players and basically just wrote off last season and this season on the hopes that they win the Lebron James sweepstakes or at least get a consolation Dwyane Wade, Chris Bosh, or Amare Stoudemire. This sucks and everyone knows it. The Knicks are sucking in the hopes that they will be a viable option to Lebron. They had decided to suck, years before this. This will cost them the entire season with no guaranteed result. This is a gamble and one that should make fans really nervous.
Mythology
Wilson Chandler is so forcibly bland and nondescript that the actual Wikipedia page "Trivia" section sounds like it was made up as a sort of subtle satire along the same lines as the Blowtorch's facts about Andre Miller. What follows is the actual Wikipedia excerpt, as of posting time:
Chandler's favorite movie is "He Got Game".
During a game against Wake Forest while he was in college, one of his dunks was #3 on SportsCenter's Top Ten Plays.
He did not go to his senior prom.
Before entering the NBA draft, Chandler hired Chris Grier as his agent.
Wilson signed a shoe endorsment with the Pony Brand. 70's high flyer David Thompson and Spud Webb both wore the shoes in games.
Chandler's favorite food is pepperoni pizza
Wilson Chandler is an NBA starter. He plays for the Knicks in Madison Square Garden. He is a millionaire. He did not go to his senior prom. His favorite food is pepperoni pizza. This is the legend of Wilson Chandler
Prophecy
No team is more invested in the idea of prophecy than the New York Knicks. Indeed, it's the only thing that sustains them. They have to believe that this year is meaningless. They have to believe that it doesn't matter if they are last in the NBA, that hell, that might be favorable. "It's always darkest before dawn," they will say with a sincere look in their eye and their heart singing the name of their messiah, the Chosen One. They chose this. They deliberately chose to suffer so that their sins might be redeemed in the Summer of Lebron, that the meek will indeed inherit the earth, and that lo, they might be able to get Chris Bosh too. Knicks fans will look at you knowingly and nod sagely and say, "All this shall come to pass."
If you know anything about irony, you must know that the Knicks, because of their hope, are doomed forever.
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Verdict
Only watch them if they are playing a team you would watch anyway. Sorry, Knicks fans: to repeat the familiar refrain, maybe next year.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wednesday Follow-Ups
Time for a quick break from the season previews to keep you up to date on two interesting threads.
Master of His Domain
Chris Bosh, the new and social media maven and only member of the Toronto Raptors I really like, won a legal struggle with a cyber-squatter. As a result, Chris Bosh now owns www.chrisbosh.com. The weird side effect is that now Chris Bosh also owns all the other domains that the cyber-squatter had. Chris Bosh now owns SteveNash.com, KobeStopper.com, and in a weird, Raptory twist, BryanColangelo.com. TrueHoop has the story. Chris Bosh now joins the esteemed Brotherhood of Domain Dealers, led by Mark "Mad Dog" Madsen, the proud owner of menstrualperiods.ca.
The Silence of Gilbert Arenas
I love Gilbert Arenas when he is a swaggering and chattering force of nature. But as I mentioned in the Wizards Team Preview (Cold Fusion Edition), Gilbert has been silent so far this season and had vowed to even stop giving interviews. Well, the NBA wasn't going to let that stand and actually fiend Gilbert and the Wizards some odd thousands of dollars for breaking the media access rules. As a result, Gilbert finally spoke and gave an interview that lasted about a minute and a half and included what I am going to interpret as a cheeky meta-aware allusion to being difficult with the media. Other fun details about that interview include how playful his teammates are with each other and the media. Which brings us to the final point: in light of Gilbert Arenas's radio-(near-)silence, Caron Butler is blogging! Any time and NBA player starts blogging, and more importantly, any time a Wizard starts blogging, there is cause for some joy.
Master of His Domain
Chris Bosh, the new and social media maven and only member of the Toronto Raptors I really like, won a legal struggle with a cyber-squatter. As a result, Chris Bosh now owns www.chrisbosh.com. The weird side effect is that now Chris Bosh also owns all the other domains that the cyber-squatter had. Chris Bosh now owns SteveNash.com, KobeStopper.com, and in a weird, Raptory twist, BryanColangelo.com. TrueHoop has the story. Chris Bosh now joins the esteemed Brotherhood of Domain Dealers, led by Mark "Mad Dog" Madsen, the proud owner of menstrualperiods.ca.
The Silence of Gilbert Arenas
I love Gilbert Arenas when he is a swaggering and chattering force of nature. But as I mentioned in the Wizards Team Preview (Cold Fusion Edition), Gilbert has been silent so far this season and had vowed to even stop giving interviews. Well, the NBA wasn't going to let that stand and actually fiend Gilbert and the Wizards some odd thousands of dollars for breaking the media access rules. As a result, Gilbert finally spoke and gave an interview that lasted about a minute and a half and included what I am going to interpret as a cheeky meta-aware allusion to being difficult with the media. Other fun details about that interview include how playful his teammates are with each other and the media. Which brings us to the final point: in light of Gilbert Arenas's radio-(near-)silence, Caron Butler is blogging! Any time and NBA player starts blogging, and more importantly, any time a Wizard starts blogging, there is cause for some joy.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
2009-10 Team Previews: Portland Trail Blazers
Welcome to another wonderful installment in the web's best NBA team previews. So magical that you will be filled with wonder and astonishment and a magical sense of the magically magic. To check out all the entries in the series, you can click here.
Today, we will be discussing the Portland Trail Blazers, a bright young team with lots of great players, at least one star, and a perennial reputation for being an under-the-radar dark horse. The Portland Trail Blazers are the answer to the question, "How can you be a sleeper if no one is sleeping on you?"
Classification
Team I Admire More Than I Like
What I Like
Brandon Roy is the best-kept secret in the NBA who isn't really a secret at all, but who, due to secret media and basketblog edicts must be referred to as some sort of secret or underground figure in every mention of his greatness. The man is a machine, a legitimate superstar, the number one scoring option on a perennial play-off team. Somehow, this is supposedly secret. Brandon Roy is a great player, but let's stop pretending like he's a secret that squares don't know about. I just don't get it: Is it a Portland thing?
Oh also, he's a really swell guy who his teammates deeply admire: "That's a player, that's a team player. That's somebody that I want to go to battle with."
I enjoy Rudy Fernandez, Greg Oden, and Travis Outlaw because if I were writing a movie about basketball and had to come up with punchy names for the talented supporting role players, these are exactly the names I would use. They would also look precisely how they already do, especially Oden.
What I Don't Like
I'd like you to consider some names and think about how they make you feel: Steve Blake. Andre Miller. Joel Pryzbilla. LaMarcus Aldridge. Nicolas Batum.
Okay, so now some self-examination: how do you feel? You feel nothing? You feel numb and empty and devoid of any trace or semblance of feeling? You feel an existential terror at the nothingness that these names evoke? You feel a creeping, persistent, and pernicious ennui? A boredom so deep as to make you wonder if you will ever feel the same now that you have tasted the blankess of the void, a scarring feeling that makes your happiness seem less full, your love for all other things tainted with the cynicism of having felt literally, absolutely nothing? Right. Me too.
In short, a lot of the Trail Blazers leave me so cold, they make me feel dead inside.
Mythology
The topic at hand is Andre Miller. In light of this numb, hopeless feeling that is feeling my buddy I will direct you to the words of noted Andre Miller expert, Trey Kerby:
1)Some facts about Andre Miller, the most boring player in the NBA.
2) An excerpt from Trey's book. Specifically, a biography about Andre Miller.
God, I feel so cold.
Prophecy
And lo, in the prophecies of our fathers, this was writ of Oden:
"Brandon Roy holds the Gjallarhorn into the air and blows deeply into it, and Oden converses with Olajuwon's head. The world tree, Dikembe Mutombo shudders and groans. The jötunn, Dwight Howard, comes from the east, his shield before him. The Cleavland serpent, Shaquille O'Neal, furiously writhes, causing waves to crash. The Hawks shriek, pale-beaked they tear the corpse of Steve Nash and the ship Naglfar breaks free and sets sail from the east, which Kevin Garnett steers. The fire jötnar inhabitants of Miami come forth. Dwyane Wade advances from the south, his bright sword shining. Lebron James walks the road to Hel and heavens split apart. The gods then do battle with the invaders: Oden dies fighting the wolf, Al Jefferson, causing his wife Frigg her second great sorrow (the first being the death of her son, the god Baldr)."
Oh, Greg Oden! I get confused because of his penchant for always walking around with a raven on each shoulder. Odd, that. Well... Greg Oden will probably get a bunch of double-doubles. All the other stuff is true though.
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Verdict
Cheer on Brandon Roy and his supporting cast of skillful and well-named friends as they publicly and plainly "toil in obscurity." Get a Rasheed Wallace Trail Blazers jersey because those things are badass.
Today, we will be discussing the Portland Trail Blazers, a bright young team with lots of great players, at least one star, and a perennial reputation for being an under-the-radar dark horse. The Portland Trail Blazers are the answer to the question, "How can you be a sleeper if no one is sleeping on you?"
Classification
Team I Admire More Than I Like
What I Like
Brandon Roy is the best-kept secret in the NBA who isn't really a secret at all, but who, due to secret media and basketblog edicts must be referred to as some sort of secret or underground figure in every mention of his greatness. The man is a machine, a legitimate superstar, the number one scoring option on a perennial play-off team. Somehow, this is supposedly secret. Brandon Roy is a great player, but let's stop pretending like he's a secret that squares don't know about. I just don't get it: Is it a Portland thing?
Oh also, he's a really swell guy who his teammates deeply admire: "That's a player, that's a team player. That's somebody that I want to go to battle with."
I enjoy Rudy Fernandez, Greg Oden, and Travis Outlaw because if I were writing a movie about basketball and had to come up with punchy names for the talented supporting role players, these are exactly the names I would use. They would also look precisely how they already do, especially Oden.
What I Don't Like
I'd like you to consider some names and think about how they make you feel: Steve Blake. Andre Miller. Joel Pryzbilla. LaMarcus Aldridge. Nicolas Batum.
Okay, so now some self-examination: how do you feel? You feel nothing? You feel numb and empty and devoid of any trace or semblance of feeling? You feel an existential terror at the nothingness that these names evoke? You feel a creeping, persistent, and pernicious ennui? A boredom so deep as to make you wonder if you will ever feel the same now that you have tasted the blankess of the void, a scarring feeling that makes your happiness seem less full, your love for all other things tainted with the cynicism of having felt literally, absolutely nothing? Right. Me too.
In short, a lot of the Trail Blazers leave me so cold, they make me feel dead inside.
Mythology
The topic at hand is Andre Miller. In light of this numb, hopeless feeling that is feeling my buddy I will direct you to the words of noted Andre Miller expert, Trey Kerby:
1)Some facts about Andre Miller, the most boring player in the NBA.
2) An excerpt from Trey's book. Specifically, a biography about Andre Miller.
God, I feel so cold.
Prophecy
And lo, in the prophecies of our fathers, this was writ of Oden:
"Brandon Roy holds the Gjallarhorn into the air and blows deeply into it, and Oden converses with Olajuwon's head. The world tree, Dikembe Mutombo shudders and groans. The jötunn, Dwight Howard, comes from the east, his shield before him. The Cleavland serpent, Shaquille O'Neal, furiously writhes, causing waves to crash. The Hawks shriek, pale-beaked they tear the corpse of Steve Nash and the ship Naglfar breaks free and sets sail from the east, which Kevin Garnett steers. The fire jötnar inhabitants of Miami come forth. Dwyane Wade advances from the south, his bright sword shining. Lebron James walks the road to Hel and heavens split apart. The gods then do battle with the invaders: Oden dies fighting the wolf, Al Jefferson, causing his wife Frigg her second great sorrow (the first being the death of her son, the god Baldr)."
Oh, Greg Oden! I get confused because of his penchant for always walking around with a raven on each shoulder. Odd, that. Well... Greg Oden will probably get a bunch of double-doubles. All the other stuff is true though.
Related Media
Verdict
Cheer on Brandon Roy and his supporting cast of skillful and well-named friends as they publicly and plainly "toil in obscurity." Get a Rasheed Wallace Trail Blazers jersey because those things are badass.
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