Saturday, November 29, 2008
Looking Closely At Andris Biedrins
Friday, November 28, 2008
06 Ohio State Redux
-I'm interested in seeing how BJ Mullins and Demar DeRozan figure their game out. I haven't watched ANY college BBall, but will when i get back home, i need some inspiration though, don't know who to look for anymore besides our man Stephen
Rise from your Grave
-I am watching the Cavs Warriors game as we speak... The Cavs took a page out of the Celtic's (Poot's World's) Kevin Garnett scream to open up the starting line-ups, except they use Varejao instead of Lebron. Sounded oddly like an Altered Beast morph.
-Warriors are on a tough road stretch, but started it off in terrible fashion letting the Wizards run all over them... super garbage Andray Blatche in particular. Check this, the Warriors dodged two bullets very recently, one, when Baron opted out, Gilbert Arenas was offered the max by the dubs which was then matched, and Al Harrington was about to get traded for Kirk Hinrich before Big Kansas hurt his thumb! jeez, i honestly couldn't live with myself if the warriors had Agent Zero sitting on the bench right now, they messed up once by not making him their franchise player back in 2003 or 4, so let's get him when he's injured and washed up to make up for it!
-I was extremely pumped on the Jamal Crawford deal if Mr. Offense can change his game a little once Monta comes back and be a distributor. As you well know, they already have too many scorers, but Crawford could potentially provide both a deadly left-open threat, and a passer, we'll see.
-I'm about half-way through Gunnin' For that #1 Spot... would have been WAY cooler seeing it last summer before the draft, now seeing Kevin Love trod down court averaging 9 and 7, Donta Greene and Jerryd Bayless, riding the pine, and Kyle Singler under-achieving at Duke, i was kind of deflated watching the youngsters... what was a nice surprise was getting a look at Tyreke Evans who is tearing it up at Memphis and Lance Stephenson. Check it out if you haven't seen it Poot http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VNNEKNVX
-Camping was dope but I kept having flash backs to our excursion to Manchester. 2 Right? First, Who are we gonna bring, 2nd Donuts, Pee on Fire? I'll remember that trip forever, it'd be cool to figure out how to do another one before we croak.
-Watching all these warriors games has me thinking about Andres Biedrins... He is on a slump right now, but every single Center he goes against that is supposed to do the same things he does, just can't even touch how efficiently Biedrins gets stuff done. His hands are ball magnets, his finger roll is unstoppable, and his active rebounding is bar-none the best i have ever seen. After watching so much AB, Chris Kaman looked TERRIBLE, Drew Gooden a lowly Thug, Varejao may have a lot better D, but is definitely a lesser in all the other categories, and i get to watch David Lee in a couple of days to see how he compares.... Some statistics Poot?
-Derick Rose single-handedly took apart the Warriors last week, who knew he had a ridiculous jumpshot? Looks like the real deal numero 1.
More thoughts soon...
Note: Kyle Singler is not under-achieving at Duke... Averaging 17 and 7
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Strange & Outlandish Observations
Friday, November 21, 2008
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Friday, November 14, 2008
Out Here Grinding
-Still getting a free preview of League Pass and life continues to be high quality. Potentially expensive trips to Madison bars have been replaced with weekends in the apartment watching the NBA in all of its HD greatness.
-Clearly too early to pick league MVP right now, but its going to be a helluva battle betwixt Lebron James and Dwight Howard.
-Golden State continues to intrigue me. I wish they weren't on so late at night, but watching them is enough of an adrenilene infusion to keep me awake past halftime. Don's 4 guard, 1 center lineup causes fits through the first 3 quarters but they just can't seem to hold it up for the full 48. In a league full of on the fly adjustments, its time for the eldest coach in the league to work on a few.
-Refs are calling an inordinately high amount of traveling early this season. Players are doing a poor job of adjusting, as the numbers continue a steady rise. Looks like the referees are holding firm on their attention paid to steps taken. Lebron had 4 against Indiana last week and should have had 2 more. His PER would be even more off the charts minus the high turnover numbers.
-Watched 3 close games this evening that came down to the final shot with teams down 2. Team down 2 ended up attempting a 3 pointer all three times. Not sure I completely agree with that philosophy. My guess is that all three coaches drew up a play that looked to score an easier bucket and perhaps the way things ended up, the 3 point attempted was more of a requirement. Inside the arc, it was a parting of the Red Sea. Catch, two strong dribbles, pull-up 13 footer just seems to be a higher percentage when compared to off-balance 3 point attempt.
Friday, November 7, 2008
It's A Midwest Thing
Does this shock me in the least anymore? I'd have to argue that after 7 years of this hierarchy, you tend to get used to the manner in which sports are viewed in the Midwest. I have about 3 friends that pay very close attention to the NBA, none of whom I've seen in a few years. A few will dabble in the sport, understanding player flow and slight intricacies of the game. If I am to ever talk sports with folks in this area in light conversation and happen to land on the topic of the NBA, I often receive one of two remarks. "Oh?" accompanied with a quizzical look. Or, "I hate the NBA, those guys are overpaid and they don't play hard at all. I only watch college basketball."
For readers of this blog, you are probably familiar with my musings on the NBA vs. College debate and how I am a firm believe in the former. Look back to our first month of existence if you are looking for detailed reasons, but I can sum it up for you in that an 82 game schedule takes much more of a toll on the body and that the effortlessness of NBA players is part of the beauty of why we watch. They look like they aren't trying when in actuality, their supremely fit bodies (in comparison to college players) are firing on all cylinders. Grade A efficiency and brute athleticism are my main points but their our other aspects of the game that cause me to tune into Bill Walton and Mike Breen over Dicky V. and Brad Nessler. Again, just look back in our blog archives.
My theory on why mid-westerners can't stand the NBA lies in the leagues celebration of the individual. Out here, its always about the team. What can this team do to get better and win a championship? The swing offense employed by UW Basketball is a perfect example of killing the individual spirit of potential stars and turning them into one cog of an extensive basketball machine. It's a region that loves watching UW Football teams meticulously grind out every possession with a heavy dose of brute force running games. Big corn fed boys leading the way for an even bigger hog of a running back. Brat in one hand, Miller Lite in the other, the true Midwestern way. You could argue that Brett Favre was a 12 year individual celebration but I look at it as if the folks here believed he exemplified the ultimate TEAM player and just rolled with that.
The moral of this story is that I'm not going to be winning over the hearts of my Midwestern brethren anytime soon with my love of a league whose top players frequent the wrong parts of the sports section, or have a higher tattoo to empty skin ratio than field goal percentage. It's a lost cause. So tonight, as I sit down for the first time in a while to relax and watch a full slate of NBA games, I'll take pleasure in knowing that I am the only one doing so in a 200 mile radius.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Where is Too $hort when you need him?
After Monta injured his ankle severely this summer and yes, lied about it, everyone was curious to see what was to come next from the warriors execs, let me emphasize curious. No big deal, my dad and I agreed, everyone has seen this guy play and knows that the last thing the warriors would want to do is lose him. Issue a Rad-Man snowboard type penalty and send him a get-well card, but don't blow this thing up. Monta is the future and one of those players that comes around about once every millennium.
However, at the time, I was surprisingly unfamiliar with team president, Robert Rowell. Tim Kawakami wrote an article last week detailing Rowell's prevalence as the teams primary cover-spread the past 2 years, despite much bigger things going on with the franchise, player-wise. This guy is in power, and wants people to know it. Adding to the ego are Rowell's questionable dealings. It was this douche-bag who x'd a3 year Mullin-Baron agreement thought to be set in stone in the early summer, and he expounded getting rid of the most beloved player since Tim Hardaway, and sole reason for the 2007 playoff victory, by denying that he nixed the deal. When called out on it, Rowell angrily contested that he doesn't take the "popularity" of his decisions into account. He is now feuding with former coach Mike Montgomery over an unpaid 1,000,000 dollars, and has been taking cheap shots at Chris Mullin over the teams future.
Coming to an understanding that there are now 2 Al Davis' in Oakland, the Monta question becomes much more pressing. When Rowell came out with the 30 game suspension for Ellis with a 3 million dollar contract loss, it was an uncompassionate but fitting punishment. However, Rowell decided to go further, into the territory which my dad and I discussed, but never in our wildest dreams thought the Warriors would go forward with. Rowell incited that if Monta struggled to regain form after his injury, his contract could be voided.
Writers discuss the punishment as Double Jeopardy, which despite the its severity, for me, still evokes images of Ashley Judd getting chased by her murderous husband, and a vague memory of Mike telling me how much he wanted to see it over a Dr. Pepper in the hot tub. What I get from it is that Monta basically has the potential to get fucked twice by his injury, once with his ongoing suspension, and the other with Rowell's finger over his head the next 5 years of his contract.
An issue that started with a youngster's mistake, has fallen into the hands of a ruthless number-cruncher, devoid in what seems in any love for the game. What Monta did was retarded, we all know, but jeez, when did riding a moped become career threatening? It is fair to conjure the notion that the quickest player in the league and one who greatly relies on his lateral quickness could be greatly hampered by a shattered ankle, but only time will tell. Monta is young and certainly has the will to recover, and aggravating him by discussing contract termination so early in the recovery process is the product of a true numb skull.
Due to terrible choices in management, a severely broken ankle on a moped has transformed itself into Jason Williams on a street bike. This post started as a plea for Monta to bear with this stuff, but has turned into a shout for Rowell's head. This guy's a one-of-a-kind douche bag Chris Cohan, if you wanted to pull an instant replay of the bay area 07 Mav's victory celebration, just fire him.
Everyone keeps dropping the line that if this goes where it is heading with Monta, then we'll have to live with another 13 year playoff drought, and i couldn't agree more; but, more comes to mind with Monta in a Grizzlies jersey. His picture perfect transition jumpers, contortions surrounded by 2 bigs around the rim, sick cross-overs, Mississippi drawl, and confidence, just scream for more of the most entertaining basketball the NBA has to offer. I don't even think playoffs anymore, it happened already, and never will again in such spectacular fashion, so why not revel in the beautiful pandemonium the Warriors have to offer? I've said it before and I will again, the Warriors are a show. With Baron they were the Suns fast style with a Rucker Park attitude who reinvented the definition of a 3 pointer. And even at 1-3 with Baron and Monta gone, I still love this team, they bring it every night, are young, and got style.But part of that love still contains within it that light at the end of the tunnel when Monta hits the floor in late December, and if these restrictions and threats continue, I won't even be able to blame the guy when he's gone.
I know Poot has got the Mandy leg-humping fetish for Josh Smith, and the same is probably more true for me and Monta, but this kid was the best young player in the league before the injury, and its absolutely devesating watching a front-office cyborg dismantle this rising star. So here's to the next few months Rowell, the world, as all warriors fans know it, rests in your grubby little hands. Maybe if you can get some sense and listen to the fans, you can set things right and save this franchise after all; and Monta, a big shout-out from Poot's World, because we too, know all too well, the aftermath of poorly driven 2-wheel vehicles (Michael).
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Little Fuzz Ball
It was early summer (I think), just before dusk. The perfect time of day for shooting baskets, throwing the football, or playing meadow volleyball, when the last of the sun light trickles through the tops of the redwoods and the earth finally begins to radiate off the summer heat into the cooler evening breeze. I was on my way to the Wakemans’ to take advantage of the ideal climate and join Alex in some basketball. I had just crossed the wooden bridge, which years later would be the site of the historic Nate slip of ’02, and was emerging onto the gravel driveway, when I noticed a small furry lump in the corner of the basketball court. When the lump, which was no bigger than a football, began to move, I thought to myself, “Alex must have gotten a new kitten!” But no, that little fuzz ball was Mr. Otto Wakeman, “The Brute” himself; and while his tiny stature did not betray the massive beast of a dog he would become, that he immediately bit my fingers when I petted him, forewarned of an era of impressively destructive chewing exploits.
In honor of Otto, I present:
The Top Five Fondest Otto Memories
- Otto chewing to the point of destruction countless items, including my minibike helmet, a cordless phone, and the entire passenger seat of the Wakemans’ car. (Not to be out done, his brother apparently destroyed a washer machine!)
- Trying to tag Otto, while he out maneuvered both Alex and I.
- Charging down the trail to the trampoline expecting Otto to move out of the way, but getting knocked on my ass.
- Despite our best efforts, never being able to push Otto into the pool
- Otto patiently standing there, while Stubby humps his face
With Otto goes one of the last of our childhood dogs and certainly one of the finest. Say hi to Stubby, Tannin, Mandy, and Sylvester for us…you all are missed.