NBA Playoff Blog

Honestly I could write an entire piece on Clam Newton, but we'll save that. I'm trying to make a half-hearted effort at a nightly NBA Playoffs blog. Since tonight is the virgin voyage, I'll include action from all of round one. Like Dannymac I'm lazy, so most of my points will be in bullet/hyphen points.

-Chris Paul is a monster
Take a quick moment and compare the two rosters of the Hornets and Lakers. When it's an argument between Carl Landry and Trevor Ariza for New Orleans number two option, it's a miracle you've even made the playoffs. Now consider that neither one of those players wouldn't even crack the Lakers rotation, and that's no joke.
You can't say that it's coaching because well, PHIL JACKSON is on the opposing bench. That leaves only one factor...Chris Paul. The amazing part is that watching him play, he's at least a step slower after his knee injury from last year. He's masterfully adjusted from being the quickest player in the world, to just quick, and hasn't missed a beat. Nobody plays as complete a game as Chris, and nobody plays with such garbage.
The fact that this is a competitive series is just unreal, and a tribute to Paul. After watching game five, the LAkers will win this series, they are just about as far on the other end of the talent spectrum as you can be, but kudos to Paul and Monty Williams for a masterful job.

-The Grizllies would have had a legit title shot with Rudolph Gay
I'm trying to be objective and not overreact to a good stretch of games, but Memphis is for real. They play with an edge that you only see among title contenders (07 Warriors being the other low seed with that swag), they really think they're better than higher seeded teams. Call me crazy, but based on their defense and great complement of big men (that statement would have produced bursts of laughter three years ago when talkng about Zebo and Pau's brother), I would put the current Grizzzlies as the third best team in the West behind LA and OKC. I watched a lot of their games this year, and Memphis played both of those teams well. If Memphis had Rudy Gay, they really could have contended...I mean it. For now I see them losing a six or seven game series to OKC, but they will give OKC a scare.

-Can't wait for Celtics Heat
For all the bozos who bash the current NBA, this series makes you look dumb. What more could you ask for. Factors that will determine this series

Game 1

I think the winner of this game sets the tone, and wins the series. The Celtics need to show that their series against New York wasn't a fluke. The Heat need to prove they can beat a contender when it counts. Based on the way both seasons went, Miami will either gain tons or lose more confidence depending on Game 1

The R's

At this point you can pencil in a 15 and 9 average for KG,and 20, 5, and 4 from Pierce. It's Rondo and Rayray that are the barometer of this Celtics team. If Rondo gets steals and pushes the ball for Allen's threes, the Celtics will cruise

End of Game Situations

What will the HEat do down one with seven seconds left. To win you go to Wade, but they wont,so what will LEBron do?

Prediction: Rrrrrrrrrr...Heat in 6. Rats

-Quick hits

-Orlando v Hawks...who cares but Atlanta in six

-Rooting for RIPcity in game 6, and 7. Maybe it will inspire Cuban to get Dirk teammates. Can anyone tell me the difference between these Maverick bums Dirk has carried and LeBron's Cavs teams? Anybody? Yet only LEbron complained....Nevertheless Dallas in seven

-Bulls sweep next series

-LAkers in six

-Grizz in six

-HEat in five

-Pappy skypes through three of the next four elimination games

I'm out!

Checkout Time for New York and Denver

I guess you can call it a Renaissance, but like the one that took place in Europe, it still has its occasional drawbacks. Basketball in New York is a different beast. I've played in LA and Philly and Syracuse as well, and while each city has a different style, there is a swag and intensity to playing in New York where the game is worshipped like the rock those natives worship the Sivalinga stone in Temple of Doom. They love the Jets and the Giants, but basketball runs through their veins in a city that so lacks greenery and has a plethora of concrete.

It was with great sadness that I watched the Knicks get railed tonight by the hot-shooting Celtics. One would assume, after coming within a possession that was ruined by too much selfishness and altruism in games 1 and 2, respectively, that the Knicks would rally back and make up a game or two with the C's at home. But that seemed to be lost on the Knicks. Paul Pierce and Ray-Ray shot the crowd out of the game immediately.

Right before the season began, I had the pleasure of winning some sick seats to the Knicks' open practice at the Garden through Amar'e's VIP club (the answer to the trivia question was Frederic Weis). Watching the team go through drills was exciting: this looked like a team that would make noise. I discussed our runs at the JCC with Andy Rautins. After telling Bill Walker about how he indirectly introduced me to Gang Starr through this highlight video

he told me about how Guru was killed by the Illuminati, of which Jay-Z he purported to be a member.

And early in the year they did: they went 9-7 and 8-5 in November and December, respectively, and ended the calendar year above .500 for the first time since 2004-05.

And they weren't too bad after January 1st either. People forget that they took one from the Heat in the Garden on January 27 exactly one month before Melo arrived and gave them that thriller in Miami. Both were excellent efforts from the 'Bockers, but there was a stark difference between the two teams. The balance next to Amar'e would've probably worked out better in terms of wins at the end of the season. I'm sure Donnie Walsh will reload during the summer (if the lockout doesn't prevent free agency first) and make them a better team in '11-'12, but for now, putting Jared Jeffries on the floor during crunch time is not going to solve anything.

While there may be too much star power in Amar'e and Melo for one ball to be shared, Denver's struggles in Oklahoma City could be diagnosed at the other end of the spectrum. Denver runs a legitimate 10 deep, a luxury very few NBA teams afford. Even the Lakers, considered the class of the NBA, have only three big men and can only go nine deep. Denver can put in a Carolina blue team, a lineup that can completely change the pace. Their new leading scorer following Melo's departure, JR Smith, is a part of this unit. So is the beloved Bird Man, Chris Anderson.

To the dismay of many former Sonics fans, the Thunder closed out the series on Wednesday night. And if you were cheering for the Thunder, you might like Durant and Westbrook (I'm also partial to Serge), or you're from Oklahoma. These Nuggets were coming from a point you don't usually see in the Playoffs, lacking any sort of All-Star and no true go-to guy. Durant showed that he is going to be a huge part of this league's future, and as Sir Charles pointed out, "you need THAT dude." The Nuggets lost him in that trade to New York. Sure, JR loves to gun, but Durant blocked his try from 3. Arron Afflalo was unsuccessful on the final shot, and THAT dude

My hypothetical is this: What if they hadn't gone to these extremes, the Miami paradigm in New York, and early 2000's Dallas in Denver (Dirk and Nash and Michael Finley didn't really understand that they needed to step up yet), and kept going with a star surrounded by a complementary supporting cast, would the playoff results have not been so embarrassing?

In New York, Chauncey makes a big 3, but he's old. His injury in the playoffs took away their best 3-point threat and a lot of experience. His extension is only there to fill space until Chris Paul becomes a free agent after next year. They gave up a lot to get Billups, Melo, and Renaldo Balkman wearing a bowtie on the bench. Giving up a bright future of Raymond Felton, who showed that signing was no fluke and proved a competent complement to Amar'e in the pick and roll, Danilo Gallinari and Wilson Chandler, who were also coming into their own as complements to Amar'e. Now that is stripped down, with Toney Douglas, Landry Fields, and Shawne Williams remaining, which is nowhere near enough to complement Melo and Stat on offense or defense. Add the free agent signing of Jared Jeffries to the mix, who somehow put Melo's bitchslap behind him, and you have a mess. At least Miami's players filled roles. None of these guys can do anything really well. They're all great players, but this isn't a college team. The NBA demands specialists. Miami overcame this issue with guys like James Jones and Eddie House to shoot 3's and Mike Bibby and Mario Chalmers (no relation to the author) to take some ballhandling duties from LeBron and Wade and also wait for open 3's. Of course, Joel Anthony and Damp are there to hack dudes and block shots. Turiaf fills that last role, and Roger Mason, if he ever actually got time could be that shooter, but he never played this year (I guess he only worked for Popovich, somehow). Otherwise, these guys are there to do everything else. The definite roles among the supporting cast would be good for the Knicks next year.

Free agency will have Roger Mason, Shawne Williams, Shelden Williams, Anthony Carter, and Jared Jeffries be unrestricted free agents. Donnie Walsh should probably let everyone of these guys besides Shawne walk away, as the rest of this group were ineffective during their tenures with the Knicks and I wouldn't say there is any sort of hope of them making future contributions. Then again, Mason seemed to never have a chance, getting into only 26 games, with only 4 games of over 20 minutes of playing time. The most came in the last game of the season, where he took 31 minutes as D'Antoni rested his starters.

The Knicks are screwed in terms of their drafting capabilities, with no first round picks in 2011. Luckily, they'll finally pick in the first round in 2012, their last being Houston's Jordan Hill in 2009, who barely played during his time in New York.

Denver, on the other hand, has great prospects going forward even with this ridiculous balance. They'll probably keep JR Smith and probably let Kenyon go while going after a complementary 4 in the draft. Nene will be kept around, and an offer to Afflalo will definitely be matched. Chandler's fade at the end of the contract year was not helpful for himself, and I expect him to stay with the Nuggets without the raise he would've had if he had kept up the pace from earlier in the year. But will they get THAT dude? Could Afflalo and JR step up next year to both fill this role?

While the sea changes each of these teams made got them into the playoffs, their styles and lack of chemistry due to the shorter time together, ended up hurting them in the repeated encounters of playoff series. Both teams have the chance to build on their experiences: the Nuggets will probably look to add a 4 to replace Martin in the draft, as the success of their system could be even greater with a full season together. The Knicks will try to add role players but maintain the cap space to get Chris Paul a max deal next summer. Knicks fans will be pleasantly surprised by Donnie Walsh's efforts. (Maybe even James Dolan will stop thinking about hiring Isiah again. I wouldn't call him a friend to the public after what he did to this team.) Expect an appearance in at least the second round, and then expect Chris Paul to be delivered to their doorstep.

Look out for the Playoffs podcast coming out either Sunday or Monday. A lot of awesome things will be discussed.

Springtime, the only little thing time

ou don't necessarly have to have played on a school team to understand and truly love a sport. As Dannymac, and Pappy can attest, pickup games in whatever sport can produce some of the most unforgettable moments of your life. If Dannymac can call us the Big 3 of the buzzer, than almost surely I can call the three of us the Lakers of pickup basketball. Obiously I would be the Mamba (slightly past my pickup prime of five nights a week, but still very likely to break into a High School gym when its windy outside just to get some run-a la Kobe always having one dominant game a series), Pappy would be Gasol ( a willing sidekick who almost always shows up) and Dannymacintosh as Odom (just as when he shows up the Lakers always win, when dannymac is there its always a hard run). At some point here in CNY the weather is going to turn, and at that point pickup ball will be in full swing. This got me thinking of all the classic memories I've had over the years playing pickup.While I'm sure there are many more, I narrowed it down to the 5best pickup moments I've witnessed first hand. Most of these have nothing to do with wins or losses. Ive tried to narrow down the timeframe of these events the best I could.

5.Slick Rick the Bus Driver
Venue: Berry Park Syracuse
Time: Summer 2005
Berry Park is perhaps the best outdoor competition in the Syracuse area. Back in the 80's and through today, you will catch some of the Orange there trying to play some outdoor ball. It goes without saying that like most great outdoor city venues, the patrons there are "characters." My buddy Jason and I decided to go there one night around seven (primetime there) to get some run. Now I will introduce our characters.
Our first main character was Jun, short for Junior (that's right-his nickname had a nickname!). Junior-at least then-was perhaps the most well known player at Berry. He was in his 30's but didn't look a day under 60. He was a CLASSIC O.G. He once opened a shoe store on S.Geddes street (a really bad section of Syracuse for any readers), and when my buddy and I went to check it out...there was one pair of shoes in the entire store. I', pretty sure the store was only there to do "other business." Anyway Jun had only one move, but it was lethal, and honestly unstoppable. He had a pullup jumper that he would simply take a dribble right, and cock the ball way behind his head as he shot it (his range was realistically 25 ft) and made about 75%-no joke. This and the fact that he was there everyday made him the unofficial leader of Berry Park.

Slick Rick was pretty much the opposite. He was a bus driver, and would show to the park acting like a fool. He would drive the bus to the park first of all, and would do dumb things like talk to us from the bus using the intercom-announcing that he had arrived. Take a moment and imagine that at an inner city park. What made it even better (or worse) was that he played in full body blackarmour and a black bum hat-a reason many nicknamed him Dark Wing Duck. Rick was also pretty obnoxious on the court. He talked a lot, and was one of those 6-4 guys who just shot threes and nothing else-one of those "big for no reason " kind of players. Nobody wanted Rick to play-ever.
This particular evening there were some pretty good runs going, and nobody wanted a fool like that ruining the games. What happened next would have made Rasheed Wallace give a standing ovation. I didn't hear this part, but my friend Jaysaid that Jun muttered something like "this muffin's never playing here again." Jun than proceeded to take the ball from a teammate. As Rick was approaching the sidelines to the court to start shooting around to warm up, Jun fired a fast ball at Rick...AND HIT HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE from about ten to fifteen feet away. As crazy as it sounds in print, it was surreal in person. Rick holding his face turned around, and rumor has it never came there to play again-I certainly haven't seen him.

4. The first five in five night game
Venue: IC PArk in Fayetteville
Time: Summer 2009

No frills, no great endings, just like it sounds. Ten people got together at 1:30 AM to play full court basketball with nothing but the light of my car as lumination. That's dedication.

3. The Dive
Venue: IC Park
Time Period: Spring of 2006

The perfect storm-that's the only way to describe it. It's what happens when a pickup game becomes perfection. Every element was there. Talent-check. Great weather-check. Close game-check. Signature moment-huge check.
Anyone who has ever played pickup knows that mist games are to fifteen win by two. This was the rule at IC. Unlike many parks though, IC did't have a rule like fifteen win by two, twenty one straight. You HAD to win by two. This gorgeous Sunday afternoon, you had a mix of good players, and of course two or three stoners. One of them (to protect the identity we'll call him P) was perhaps the most brain dead burnout I've ever seen in my life. It looked like when he tried to formulate a thought that smoke would come out of his ears, and he'd just fall asleep instead. He couldn't spell the word effort, much less exert any.
The game was tied at fourteen, as yours truly, and Mr. A as well call him, both got scorching hot. The next thing we all knew the game was tied at...31. That's right 31. Nobody wanted to have spent the last hour plus in a hard fought game and lose. That's where P comes in.
With the game tied at 31, his team had the ball. A flashy pass by Mr. A intended to a teammate looks as if it will surely sail out of bounds, giving my team the ball back at this crucial time.
The last line of hope for their team was P. Keep these facts in mind:
1.This pass was one that I'm not sure Manute Bol could have saved if he had Blake Griffin's ups.
2. P wouldn't have dove out of his house if it was on fire and he was diving into a swimming pool of weed, that's just not how he was.

At that moment P made the most spectacular dive I've ever seen anyone make. He was literally parallel to the ground, full extension. Getting to the ball was miraculous enough, but he amazingly saved it to a teammate. Later in the possession their team would score, and they would go on to win the game 33 to 31. The moment was so inspiring, I didn't even care that we lost. Even P understood the magnitude of a 31 to 31 game. Unreal

2. If Only he could Shoot
Venue: Archbald gym at SU
Time: January 09

This was the time period where I was probably playing the best basketball of my life. My two friends JAson and Tee would join me at Archbald gym at SU for ball at least two or three times a week. The competition there was off the charts on certain nights. It was another venue where players would show up from time to time. It had happened earlier in the year, when then freshman Kris Joseph showed up with his crew. My buddies and I literally ran his team out of the gym, it was like 15-6 or something. We were pretty cocky after that I gota admit.
So when Paul Harris showed up (notice this story is January 2009, right well Paul was in the middle of the Big East schedule) we were excited and more than ready to give him and his buddies a game.
Keep in mind that both teams played this game like it was game seven of the Finals. Our team storms out to a 14 to 4 lead.We were just firing two (pickup equivalent of a three) after two, and looked as if we were about to run another Orange out with an L. All we needed was one point.
My friend Tee is a large, and fairly mobile guy. He's a good defender especially if you're not lightning quick. He had the task of guarding HArris.
At the beginning of the game Tee forced him to shoot jumpers, which to no surprise worked out pretty well for us. For some reason though, once our team hit 14, we literally couldn't make a shot. We missed two fast break layups that would have won it. I missed a wide open ten footer, and there was a boat load of turnovers. It had turned into a war. Very slowly, and not all HArris by the way, they tied it up at 14. There was no win by two there, we played straight 15. After a flurry of misses on both ends as the result of great defense, Harris had the ball. I wish the next five seconds never happened.
Paul lulled Tee to sleep, then bursted right to the baseline in flash. He had beaten Tee clearly. In a game this hard fought, my instinct kicked in. Go help out was my thought. On my way over I figured that I ha plenty of time left as Paul was no joke, about ten eleven feet from the basket still. What I remember next was seeing him jump. He leaped right at me like a frigging wild animal coming towards it's pray in the grassland. I wasn't goin to give in. I was going to maul him and show him that I was tough. If I cop had been there he literally could have charged me wit assault I fouled him so hard. What also happened was that it made literally no difference to him. He powered through me like I wasn't there, and I kid you not unleashed one of the most viscious dunks ever right on my head. I'm talking like as good as Rose dunking on Dragic. He also let out the loudest scream I've ever heard as he did it.
Looking back at perhaps the most embarrassing moment of my life I'm glad it happened. It was such an athletic feat to do what he did that I was happy to be part of it. You would have totally understood if you saw it.

1.Crazy J-Rich
Venue:Onondaga Community College
Time:November 2006

Our first semesters in college provided a lot of new faces. Our own Dannymacintosh was home on break from Ohio State, and I decided I wanted him to see the cats I was dealing with. I invited him to come watch an open run at OCC, so he could see the people that were my new family.
To cut to the cahse we will introduce you to the star of the story...J Rich. J Rich was at least 350 pounds at the time. He was also one of the craziest/scariest people I had ever met. He fouled people like he was in a hockey game checking, and at his size it was terrifying, and did I mention he was crazy. He would later that year beat up a kid quarter of his size so bad, that it took no joke five of us to get him off the kid. Hopefully that properly sets the stage.
As usual a fierce game was the root. He was playing against my team. Due to a bunch of incredibly lucky shots his team had jumped out to a 10-2 lead in a game to eleven (by ones and twos). Our team came storming back and tied the game. With the game being next pint win, I stole the ball and tip toed up the left sideline, and made a nifty move to lay it in and win the game.
Well I also had obviously stepped out of bounds, even I knew this, but I just wanted to get out of there with a win. J RIch was having none of that. He literally turned into the Incredible Hulk. IT was scary. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he would not go down with out a fight.
The OCC mens bball coach was the one who ran the open gyms, and he had a clipboard, that kept track of the next five players who would play winners. As the words "the next five" were coming out of his mouth, J Rich grabbed the clipboard out of his hands, and smashed it to pieces on the ground. We all stood there like the kids in the Sandlot when Benny hit the guts out of a baseball. Who smashes a clipboard? For the mere anger he felt in that moment, I will give him my number one spot. Hopefully there will be many more to come.

The Free Darko Eulogy

Yesterday, Client 9 informed me via facebook that FreeDarko was dead. Bethlehem Shoals found there to be some grander mission that mythologizing the NBA, and will just share his thoughts on FanHouse from now on. Their simple mission had been accomplished: Darko is now a regular part of the rotation for the Timberwolves and the Pistons are now the laughingstock of the League with the first walkout I've ever heard of in the NBA's history.

It's great to read those great writers share their thoughts about the site's impact, which they hit all the points that I agree with. First, that FreeDarko legitimized blogs. Deadspin showing dicks and KSK's imaginary monologues and dialogues fill niches that I love to read, but FreeDarko consistently is thought-provoking.

I found FreeDarko after this happened:

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I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and as a college freshman with no idea where my life would take me (spoiler: unemployment living at my parent's house), I read up on the Warriors and Baron and Captain Jack and Adonal "Am" Foyle (Jewish joke, sorry) during their first-round crapping on the Mavs, where pseudo-MVP Dirk soiled the bed. But then I read this, and I looked like Nasim Pedrad after touching Helen Mirren's tits:

I realized basketball could be a scholarly pursuit, and not in the Daryl Morey sense of crunching numbers, but that it could be contextualized into other disciplines. I ended up choosing International Relations as my major and I spent a lot of time (maybe too much time if one were to look at my transcript) trying to draw parallels between autocrats and the NBA superstars ("Kobe is sooo Than Shwe of Myanmar's military junta!"). I tried to use film, my other favorite pursuit, in some terrible posts like this and this, that just come of as drug-addled. I could never produce the analysis that they could in creating lists of comparable trios to the Big 3 in Miami.

The Almanac was also a revelation. I realized there was a manifesto that showed that you didn't need to love one team to love the NBA. I was part of the paradigm of Liberated Fandom, growing up in a non-NBA city but enjoying being able to watch the NBA on NBC and TBS and TNT and ESPN and ABC. I even ended up using a quote from the Ron Artest section of the Almanac as the quote that explained my thesis on the failure of Israeli-Palestinian peace negotiations beginning in 1993 ("I'm trying to be positive, I'm a big fan of the Nobel Peace Prize."). My thesis advisor and the other students in my seminar laughed, but it was the perfect moment in my academic development. I had taken something that I loved and studied thoroughly, basketball, and synthesized it with what I chose as my academic field.

FreeDarko taught me that I could love watching basketball in a way I never thought possible. I could view it through an academic lens instead of beer goggles, enjoying it as an art form as well as a power struggle that exposed the emotions of so many, most of whom give no consideration to these conflicts. But as someone who enjoys some things not enjoyed by the common fan, like team loyalty and other things that sportswriters love to wax poetic about as essential characteristics to professional athletes, FreeDarko showed me there were others who enjoyed the sport like I do. I thank you, Shoals, and your compatriots, for enlightening me. I am disappointed to see the site end, much as I was with the demise of FireJoeMorgan. But its spirit lives on in the liberated fandom of myself and countless others as well as a new appreciation for the game shared by a community that read your work, sometimes perplexed, sometimes in complete agreement, but always ending up enlightened.

A post without proper spacing

The other night I couldn’t sleep, so what else would I do besides watch a movie about a crazy guy who has trouble sleeping at night. Taxi Driver with Robert DeNiro was a movie that you always hear about, and people know the famous “you talkin to me” scene, but I haven’t talked to many people my age who have actually sat down and watched the whole movie. Watching it the other night it gives you a look into what can happen in a movie when all aspects of it are done masterfully. It wasn’t a movie that was action packed or had tremendous special effects, but it didn’t need them. The whole movie puts you on the edge of your seat as DeNiro’s craziness crescendos to the point that he totally sells to the viewer that his character Travis is one of the scariest/craziest people on Earth. You knew he was going to do something wild, but you had to wait until the end to find out what. Genius film technique was used as Scorsese used music, lighting, and lots of foreshadowing to give each scene meaning and purpose in the movie. A film like that could never be done in Hollywood today. DeNiro would have had to of starting killing people in the first scene or two to keep people’s attention. Most films use music as an afterthought in building drama or foreshadowing. People want to see action, sex, and gruesome violence, and that will be enough to satisfy them. I don’t know if that’s good or bad but it’s probably bad. I miss well-thought out movies that build towards a dramatic meaningful climax, for the most part they are a thing of the past… Screw you Avatar! Moving on… Some thoughts on the Yankees start to the season… I have no idea…seriously. I have no clue if this team is any good. All I can tell you are a few things I like and don’t like about individual players. -Excited by Russell Martin and Eric Chavez. Always have to take flier on talent when it’s dirt cheap… -Excited by Mariano Rivera getting an updated chip to put into the back of his head, as he was plugged into a wall all winter recharging so that he wouldn’t run out of batteries during the season. -Kind of excited for Big Tex and Alex’s ok starts to the year, which is better than them hitting .000000000000001 in April like were used to -NOT excited by Jeter’s slow start, I’m praying this isn’t the start of a rapid decline -NOT excited by Fat Toad (Fat Toad is a term that Big Mark and I have used over the years for useless out of shape pitchers after my boy George Steinbrenner famously called Hideki Arubu a fat toad in 1998) Phil Hughes looking like a middle reliever at best, and that he is one of four current Fat Toads on the Yankees staff -NOT excited that on a nationally televised game where they could have put the Red Sox in a pretty big early season hole, that the Yanks looked more listless than Terri Schiavo (I apologize in advance for that one) NBA thoughts… -Derrick Rose is the BEST finishing guard I’ve ever seen…period (Quick tangent; A few friends and I were discussing what we would have screamed at Goran Dragic if WE had been the ones dunking on his head. Fun to think about) -Rajon Rondo is a total headcase despite being so gifted -The only team the Knicks could beat in a Round 1 series is the Heat, and only if the Knicks took Game 1 and the Heat collapsed under the pressure -Oklahoma City is no joke. Serge Ibaka and Perk need to tighten up even more on D for them to have a title shot -The Mavericks won’t be seen past round 2 if even that -I would not want to face the Blazers in any round…definite darkhorse…Crash was the most underrated deal of the deadline -The Lakers defense needs a whole lota work -East Finals will be Chicago v. Los Heat -West Finals will be Denver v. Los Lakers -At this moment I’m going with the Bulls to win it all. Full playoff preview to come before they start

Sox Win! Sox Win! Sox Win!

Cue the music!



Notes on the Red Sox Championship Run 2011:

-Adrian Gonzalez looks like a lock for AL MVP--don't doubt my bona fides on this, I was the guy who picked Pedroia 1st overall in fantasy baseball in 2008 to much ridicule, only to have him go on to win MVP. I call 'em like I see 'em. Last time I checked going 2 for 4 every night with 2 RBI is a pretty good way to make your case.

-The old Pap is back! Guy burned heaters through the top of the vaunted Yankees lineup in his first save opportunity of the season. His stuff was decent in Spring Training and in the scrimmages against Texas and Cleveland, but now that we're trying I don't see anyone stopping him, or our four-headed bullpen monster of Pap, Bard, Jenks, and Wheeler. Eat your heart out, Philly!

-Every baseball fan knows there's only room for one truly obese reliever in any bullpen (the official title for this position is the Innings Eater), so I was glad to see we designated that bum Dennys Reyes for assignment. Bobby Jenks has the market cornered on fat relief on this team, meat. Maybe if you spent a little more time in the gym and a little less time at actual Denny's, you'd still be with the club. Either way, you get to watch someone serve up a Grand Slam! /booooooo

Speaking of food, I wholeheartedly agree with Girardi Party's assessment that we need a lifestyle section at the Buzzer focusing on food, drink, entertainment, etc. I don't know what we should call it yet, but here are a few suggestions I have to enhance your baseball viewing experience this week:

-I've tried and failed to find a way to stream radio broadcasts of MLB games online for free while I'm at work--as far as I know, it can't be done. MLB is extremely rigorous about protecting their stuff. So I signed up for MLB Gameday Audio ($19.99) and haven't looked back--you can choose the home or away broadcast in English or Spanish (Benito Juanes only) for every game on the MLB schedule. This even allows me to do the Ben Johns Commemorative "Watch The TV Broadcast On Mute And A Two-Second Lag And Listen To The Radio Guys Instead" move when I want to watch the Nationals, but don't want to listen to those jokers on MASN talk about Jayson Werth's beard every single broadcast. For you guys who are in better baseball markets, this might not matter--I know it's Yankees/Mets in Syracuse and I'm guessing it's Phillies/maybe Pirates in Philly, but when the AL team in your market is the (first-place!) Orioles, you have to get crafty.

By the way--in the same vein that we shouldn't take the Sox' perfomances in the Texas and Cleveland dress rehearsals too seriously, let's not all shit ourselves just yet over Baltimore. Remember 2005, when the O's (carried by Miguel Tejada) and Nats (carried by Nick Johnson, of all people) were in first place for most of the first half of the season? How'd that work out? Sure, that team can hit--a middle of the order of Reynolds, D. Lee, and Vladdy should scare anybody--but when your ace is Jake Arietta, I'm not inking you in for the playoffs just yet.

-Food: I have no basis for this, but I feel like football is a pizza sport and basketball is a wings sport. I don't know what to eat when watching baseball, aside from Mama Dep's Famous Butterless Popcorn of course. Help me out here, I'm waffling between Shrimp Poppers, Toast Taco, or Chef's Choice.

-Drink: Old Style!

I'm 99% sure this Midwestern beer is just a 50-50 blend of PBR and Bud Light, but it does the trick and is the only beer that's guaranteed to cost less than $5 anywhere you go in Chicago (with the exception of $7 tallboys at Wrigley). Inspired by Frank Gallagher of Showtime's "Shameless", which is batting cleanup as this week's TV pick--before you start, I don't get Showtime either, just download the torrent.

Anyway, first pitch is at 1:10, and I have to get breakfast and showering out of the way, so until next time--peace. Corona.

I'M BACK

Doggy-dog... I have finally been stricken with the inspiration to once again contribute to the Manual Buzzer.

Sports is the main focus of this blog, but this is a slow week or so for sports. The UConn Huskies just delivered one of the least-satisfying Title Games of all time, the NBA Playoffs—and those of something called the "N. H. L."—don't begin until next week, and the while Major League Baseball has finally returned, I forgot to show up for my Fantasy league's draft and was subsequently auto-drafted one of the worst teams ever assembled.

I was going to deliver a post about the end of the Syracuse basketball season, but everything was said pretty well by SteveDep, Pappy, and Danny Mac in the very entertaining podcast. I'll just quickly put in my two cents and say that I think you guys were a little tough on Jim Boeheim. The Marquette game was not his finest display of coaching—James Southerland, come on down?—but at this point, don't we kind of know what we're getting into with Jimmy B? More often than not, Top-100ish recruits (but not necessarily blue-chippers) who fit the system, and a very laissez-faire approach to in-game coaching that tends to result in disappointing post-season performances against more disciplined teams, but with a Final Four run thrown in every 10 years or so when the right pieces and matchups come together.

That Marquette debacle was not fun to watch, and neither was Butler last year (though Onuaku's absence mitigates that), or the A&M game in 2006, or the God-forsaken Vermont game in 2005, or any game against Pitt or Louisville this decade, but Boeheim is a heck of a coach and recruiter who has taken a medium-sized school in a desolate city nobody wants to live in and turned it into a top-10 all-time basketball program and has maintained a ridiculous level of consistent success over 30+ years. (Seriously, where else can this be matched? UCLA was just a few games over .500 a short time ago. UConn missed the NIT in a similar span. Even North Carolina floundered under Matt Doherty. Duke and Kansas are about the only schools that have matched Syracuse in terms of being consistently good over the span of Boeheim's career.)

I can't defend the guy to the death and I agree with a lot of what you guys said, but without Jim Boeheim, Syracuse would probably be a Temple/Xavier/Gonzaga (best case) or Seton Hall/Providence/DePaul (worst case) type program with mid-majorish talent. We'd be Notre Dame football post-1993, except minus those 70 years where we kicked ass. And despite all the crap that makes Boeheim frustrating to watch/root for, I'm not totally convinced the Hopkins torch will be passed without a hitch and I'm dreading the day Jimmy B finally does step down. It's easy to point out the negatives and take him for granted after another crippling loss, but I think we all knew this team never really had the legs to win a title, and on a large scale, the positives of Jim Boeheim far outweigh the perceived negatives.

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I had another sub-post queued up to follow what was supposed to be a 100-word in defensor Boeheimis about the ridiculous new beer/shot combo, the Baghdad Pipe Bomb, but I need something to bring me back here. The Buzzer may—should?—have a semi-regular feature similar to the EDSBS Digital Viking Guide to Spicy Living about all things non-sports that contribute to our fine lives.

A Lesson for You Kiddies

This past Sunday my fantasy basketball season ended. I had made the finals, and it all came down to the last game. My matchup against team “White Bread” was tied 4 to 4. According to the tiebreaker rules if we ended the week in a tie I would win. To make a long story short there were two scenarios in which I could win the league, and he had only one. The only way White Bread could win was if Crash got a steal AND sot over 50% from the field. I liked my chances that both things wouldn’t happen since the Mavericks don’t turn the ball over, and play pretty good defense. So of course Wallace went out and got three steals and shot something like 10/15 from the field. So what happened? My team was way better than team White Bread all year. We played three head to head matchup’s and I won all three of them. Going off the previous weeks stats (which I essentially beat my opponent 9-0) if I had matched up with him the week before I would have won 7-2 and blown him out in six of the categories. Additionally my team was a juggernaut in percentages (shooting 52% from the field and 85.6% from the line the previous week) and his was one of the worse, and yet by at the end of our matchup he had taken BOTH percentage categories. The problem? The first two nights of our seven day matchup Marcin Gortat, Joakhim Noah, Kevin Garnett and Dorel Wright combined to shoot 8/23 from the free throw line. My field goal percentage also sat at an Aga-like .443. It didn’t matter that the rest of the week I shot REALLY REALLY well from the field and the line, and it didn’t matter that I was a much better team. I had dug myself a huge hole early on and had to play too well to catch a lesser team. The point of this long winded, semi-interesting fantasy story? The Red Sox do not want to get swept this weekend. Look obviously baseball’s 162 game schedule makes it easier than other sports to make up large chunks in the standings, but if somehow they started 0-9 and were seven games back, that’s a deficit that will take some pretty hot baseball for a long time to make up. The way the AL East is it’s not as easy as it used to be for the Yanks or Sox to just run off a ten game win streak when you need to-the teams on the “bottom” of the division are just better than they used to be. The Yankees went through it in 2008, it’s not too easy to make up insane chunks of ground, and much like those Yankees, this Sox team has pretty shaky pitching at the back end. I expect the Sox to take two out of three this weekend. I also expect them to be right there at the end of the season in the mix. If some way though they were to lose three this weekend, than this isn’t just an average slow start. This is 0-9. I’m not even sure that 153 games is enough to make that deficit up when you’re fairly close talent wise to the team you’re chasing. It happened to me. Nastradamus was defeated 5-4 by White Bread. Let the Sox be warned.

Mike Krzyzewski is Also Delusional, Missed Point of Fab Five Documentary

I loved the Fab Five doc on ESPN that premiered on Selection Sunday. It hit all the right points for me: emphasizing the cultural impact of the Fab Five (HBO's Runnin' Rebels missed that point and instead focused on the ties to Vegas (more on that later)), emphasizing the generic Duke style that may bring success but brings much more hate, and Chris Webber's bizarre estrangement from the university where he was a force of change on the game. Webber's absence was strange, but as @FreeDarko pointed out in a retweet of this tweet, this was his documentary.

Jalen Rose fulfilled his duties as an ESPN employee to create the requisite controversy that would drive discussion of the documentary for following week, lead to Grant Hill writing a piece for the New York Times defending the Duke way, and then this Mike Krzyzewski idiocy. It wasn't enough for his players to publicly cry after Arizona tore them a new one (You win a national championship and then you get greedy? You got beat, be lucky to have that lucky ring.)(And this is proof that Coach K could never be a NBA coach. Hopefully Kupchak stops calling him when the Lakers job goes vacant this summer.).

Coach K is happy with what he did at his institution, making a winning program that he claims to have playing hard defense, but if you actually watch, just constantly handchecks people like it's the '70's. That's great that you're bringing guys in and developing them to be the lacrosse douchebags of basketball. Jay Williams loves that legacy, as shown in that ESPN article. (Another side note: Jay, when they use the past tense discussing their perceptions of Duke, I think it means that's how they felt and not how they feel now. But, continue to be a pseudo-intellectual, offended by what you continue to perceive to be a slight against your character. The idiot didn't even graduate until he fell off that motorcycle.)

Krzyzewski is proud he gets players to play the right way, but it just feels wrong. Michigan may not have brought in any hardware like Laettner did, but they showed an individuality that all of your players hid for the sake of your team. That's great and all, but the cultural impact of the Fab Five will always outshine whatever lobotomies you give out at Duke. Do people hike up their shorts and pretend to be Bobby Hurley? HEEEELLLLLL NO! Do you think big guys running the court running point and playing the post are trying to be like Christian Laettner? Maybe in your delusional dreams. Basketball players wear baggy shorts, they were black socks with their black kicks, and their swag is pride in themselves more than in the cult of personality you've created of pseudo-blue collar guys. Coach K has a high horse from winning 827 games, but passing judgement is one aspect of life where he's riding Mini Horse.

Bracket: Busted

Syracuse just lost one terribly to bow out in the Round of 32. A podcast is on the way reacting to the first three rounds, focusing on the Syracuse performance, and issues with the selection committee.

The Manual Buzzer Pick'Em Fart

That is the name I chose for our Pick'Em group. Comment on this thread if you think you have the guts to join our group on Yahoo and we'll choose nominees to fill the field. The prize will be revealed via the invitation e-mail.

A Message to Indiana State, Xavier, and Marquette, and the rest of the East Region

Good to see you again, Buzz Peterson, but the 'Cuse has something to say to you and these Musketeers and Sycamores:

I, of course, must question the commitment to this message of Mr. MacIntosh, known for such a hardcore allegiance to THEE Ohio State University that he wrote a piece defending Vernon Gholston's right to earn millions playing crappy defense in the NFL. Seriously?

Anyways, be on the lookout, dear readers, for the Manual Buzzer podcasts that will be taking place possibly before the first weekend, but definitely on the horizon for summarizing the action each weekend of the tournament. We will also be running a Bracket Challenge for the Buzzer, with absolutely no prize but pride and the ability to make fun of us mercilessly for how terrible our picks are. This is my favorite time of the year, but each Madness seems to take eight years off my life. I guess that's why I love it. You never know if you're going to get the coveted victory or the heartbreaking loss, but the experience is always damn fun.

Michael Wilbon: Insane Reactionary

I must preface this article by stating that as a high school student, there was nothing I loved more than watching Around the Horn and Pardon the Interruption while I did my homework, usually focusing more on the insane arguments of Woody Paige over Calculus. It was the same for PTI. I always though of Kornheiser and Wilbon as two benevolent wise men, that the American public was lucky to be given the opportunity to listen to them discuss the day's sports news like Aristotle and Socrates discussed philosophy back in the day. That is, until I began to notice their statuses as shills for the WWL.

This year, one saw it when Kornheiser shut out any sort of conversation about Dan Snyder's idiotic and asinine libel suit against Washington City Paper due to the fact that Snyder's signature is on Tony's check (Write a check or donate here so City Paper can have a chance to win this).

And now Michael Wilbon decides to let his freak flag fly. Yesterday, Jerry Reinsdorf told the media that he though Derrick Rose has a great chance to lead this Bulls team to a few championships. And that pissed Wilbon off, so much that he wrote an article for the WWL's Chicago Politburo to show his disgust. But why did it piss Wilbon off so much? Because Wilbon thought it was a prediction.

This is by no means close to what LeBron said in predicting success and NBA hegemony in Miami. This is Michael Wilbon taking a revisionist perspective on one sentence Reinsdorf said and creating disgust where there is no reason for it. Here is the quote:

"If you don’t see something special in Derrick Rose, then you’re blind," Reinsdorf said. "We have an outstanding coach, an outstanding bunch of players, the team is deep, and if we stay healthy, we have an awfully good chance of winning at least four championships."

Strangely enough, Wilbon uses the exact same quote in his article to demonstrate a Reinsdorf psychotic episode. Like the pot calling the kettle black, Wilbon should not be chiding Reinsdorf for speaking out of turn, when he decides to change the meaning of a quote so he can write an idiotic diatribe for his employer.

Spiritual over the Material: A College Athletics Oxymoron

Brandon Davies is a normal human being. Like me and most American men, he likes having sex with women. Like many of those men, and unlike many Republicans, Mr. Davies enjoys that sex outside of marriage. Of course, that is the drawback to being a Division I athlete at Brigham Young University: you can't enjoy many of the substance abuse and carnal experiences that are a hallmark of nearly every other university in the US, even those with religious backing. Even Utah's other universities, known for being a bit more puritan even as public institutions, have this video on the internet to speak for their board of regents (DEFINITELY NSFW for a second).

But the question remains, why sacrifice this material success? I take a lot of issues with Mormons, including the retroactive conversions of dead people, the ridiculousness of modern religion in the face of modern science (of course, there are theories on the early monotheistic religions that show similar outlandishness), and any sort of evangelization. I still complain about the Mormon Penn basketball player who was name-dropped outside of Chipotle by missionaries. I was tempted to yell at him, but I just walked on, disgusted at the way one of the lazier students in our school (loved reading my notes in recitations and saying whatever I wrote) exploited his fame to spread his religion.

So why did BYU sacrifice a possible national title as they probably bring in a national player of the year in Jimmer Fredette? Because they're holier than thou. The same can be said about the player jealous that he waited for marriage to fuck his wife while Brandon Davies ignored God and only asked for the consent of his girlfriend. BYU would rather come out on top spiritually instead of in the standings. They laugh in the face of Notre Dame's multiple football titles, because when salvation comes, they think the Earth will swallow South Bend and leave Provo unscathed, gang rape or not.

So don't mind BYU. They could care less about material success. As long as they come out on top in the moral competition, it's a victory for them. It's funny that this would be their biggest victory yet.

Haterz Gonna Hate: A Facebook Argument Gone Wrong

This is a transcript of a Facebook argument between myself and a couple of kids that I go to law school with. Names have been redacted. [I realized after previewing this that their names actually lead to links of their Facebook profiles, but who gives a fuck. WINNING]

Starting with comments about the Los Angeles Clippers and the Baron Davis move, the conversation quickly became heated after an unprovoked attack on one of the NBA’s best players, LeBron James. Because it is such a long conversation, I am putting in bold the most provocative arguments, and a few editor's notes along the way.

As a call for sanity, can someone please affirm that I'm dealing with a fucking idiot?

Egyptian Kid who flunked out and blamed it on the situation in Egypt: Hey Clippers.... are you like, TRYING to suck even more? come on now, mo williams??? wow

Fucking Tool Who Wears One Sweatshirt:

They should just be playing Bledsoe and building for the future anyway, but I bet Mo plays. As long as he isn't in the playoffs, he's okay.

Egyptian Kid: Mo will play, Baron however, will drag out his "knee injury" and i highly doubt he dresses for cleveland. im trying to understand the rest of the mistakes going on in the nba today

Fucking Tool: Tons of craziness. Exciting, though.

We’ll call this kid 2 Cents, because he’s an OK guy: Fucking Tool, "As long as he isn't in the playoffs, he's okay." The same might be said for lebreezy.

Fucking Tool: True story. Everyone hypes that fluke 3 he hit in the playoffs to beat Orlando, conveniently forgetting he completely gave up versus the Celtics. Lebron is a playoff loser who rubbed off on Mo [Playoff loser? Who singlehandedly dismantled the Detroit Pistons in the 2007 Eastern Conference Finals?]

Me: OH COME ON MAN. GAVE UP? he had one bad game (game 5) where he shot 3-14 from the floor. the dude posted a 27pt, 10ast, 19reb TRIPLE DOUBLE in game 6. people who say he quit in that series clearly weren't watching him carry the entire team on his back. who wouldnt be dejected when mo williams and anthony parker combine to shoot 3-16 in game 2? haters gonna hate i guess.

Me: Miami heat your 2011 eastern conference champions

2 Cents: i picked the heat to win it all before the season started, but after "the decision." I'm not hating, i'm just saying, when push comes to shove, the legends win. we'll see.

Me: I am in complete agreement that "the decision" was a poor move, I don't think anyone disputes that. But let's not forget the highly under-reported tidbit of that the $2.5 million dollars in ad revenue was given directly to the boys and girls club of America. [All for the kids!]


Toolio: How often is the 4th-best team in the East crowned champions? :)

They will not beat Boston or Chicago in a 7-game series, and probably not Orlando, either. 2nd round and done, just like Flash before Shaq.

Tool: To be clear, haters will indeed hate. But respect is also earned, not given, and until Lebronze wins a ring, he gets no respect, no deference, not benefit of any doubt. Couldn't even win a gold medal without Kobe and Melo to carry him

Egyptian Kid: all i know is that in miami two guys are fighting over who gets to be batman and whos robin and then you have batgirl on the side (who goes 1-18 today). thats not championship anything. boston is a team of manchamps and my only respect on that squad of children is for d-wade who let shaq guide him to being the best player on that championship team. until leboy wins a finals series against a legit team hell never be what my man, and his new daddy after being dunked on in the ASG, Kobe already is.

Me: Oh my goodness. I could talk for hours about this, but to start, the only real threat to the heat is chicago. The kendrick perkins trade today leaves boston without any actual center. If the celtics truly believe that the O'Neal brothers and nenad kristic can play center in the playoffs, then god bless them, but they are sorely mistaken. I would take erick(a) dampier as my starting center before i put any of those three in there to bang with dwight.

Orlando is a complete mess. They have surrounded the best center in the league with 4 guys who are supposed to hit the 3, but its impossible for them to find any open looks when most of their offensive possessions start with the ball being dumped to Dwight in the post, and when he draws the foul (a league leading 11.4 free throw attempts per game), he only hits 59% of his "free" throws. A recipe for success? Highly doubtful.

With Noah back and Boozer and Rose playing as well as they have been, chicago will be tough to beat. I am dick riding chicago right now because derrick rose is the MVP, and keeping Noah instead of trading him for Melo will pay off in the long run. But even tonight, they won by 4 in a game where chris bosh went 1-18 from the floor. Bosh has been playing great as of late, and this game is clearly an aberration.

Let's talk about rings for a second. I am desperately awaiting the day that Adam Morrison's championship rings go on ebay, considering he's going to need cash at some point, and he's got two of them any way. My respect for Lebron stems from his unbelieve athletic ability and the FACT that he is the most complete player since magic johnson. You cannot expect him to have won in cleveland with that ridiculous group of guys they called a supporting cast. That point is PROVEN by the cavaliers dismal record thus far.

Rings don't mean SHIT when it comes to respecting a players game. No respect without a ring? Tell that to Steve Nash, Reggie Miller, Patrick Ewing, John Stockton and Karl Malone. HATERS WILL HATE

Fuckin Tool: Don't forget Chicago. Noah annihilates Bosh, and Rose is possibly the best player in the NBA. Not to mention Boozer, who will always have a place in my heart for getting out of town when Lebronze was drafted; he knew well before the rest of us what his nature truly was. Loser and backstabber



Me: For the record, my only REAL problem with this whole conversation is the unbelievable amount of hate the media has instilled in people towards lebron james, including this idea that people know what lebron's "true nature" is. Have you met the guy? Do you really know what he is all about other than winning basketball games? The east is deep this year, and I will be the first to say Chicago looks great. Cant wait for the playoffs.

Fuckin Tool (Does this guy ever quit?): None of the players you named, JP, are top-20 players historically, OR the best at their position. [The players I named: Steve Nash, Reggie Miller, Patrick Ewing, John Stockton and Karl Malone]

And Lebron is FAR from complete, let alone "the most complete player since Magic Johnson." For starters, 35% 3-point shooting and 75% FT shooting is far from impressive;solid, but not impressive. He has no low-post game outside of his athletic ability. His defense is completely predicated on his athleticism as well; he has little skill, but makes up for it with pure athleticism; that does not, however make him good at defense. Finally, 3.7 TOs-per-game is horrible for someone who shares primary ballhandling duty with Flash.

Ask yourself where Lebron will be in 5 years when his athleticism has passed, and he's running on pure skill. Will you still think he's "complete"? He'd average 8 ppg if he were down to Kobe's athleticism, and that's the most damning argument against him being a "Complete" player

Tool: The media built Lebron, hyping him since his freshman year in high school, before he'd proven anything. It seems a bit ridiculous to then trash them for pointing out he's selfish, a liar, and has no loyalty.

And if Lebron is "All about" winning basketball games, he's awfully bad at his job. He thinks he's great at it, though, since he celebrates like he won the lottery after beating random teams in the regular season. [Ah yes, posting a .663 win % over the last 5 years ABSOLUTELY makes him bad at winning basketball games]

Egypt: i cant wait for the playoffs to start to jp, but let me tell u something my dear friend... those guys you mentioned are classy individuals that largely played for ONE team and they were THE MAN on that team. were not talking about the adam morrisons of the league or the rest of the role playing rubbish that teams have. im talking about a fundamental respect of the game, its fans, its purpose, its franchises, and its ideologies as far as being the franchise player and screwing over a whole city to create a powerhouse of other little boys on another team. its all about the kind of guy that a player is off the court as well as on it. D-Rose is my MVP too this year (and everyones im always on kobes sack so thats a huge step for me) but its because hes humble, coachable and a proven TEAMmate. it took kobe forever to learn that and it looks like lebaby is gonna have to learn it too.

Top guys to respect without rings: Jerry Sloan, Karl Malone, John Stockton, Charles Barkley, Pat Ewing, Reggie Miller, George Karl, Steve Nash, Jason Kidd, Dwight Howard, Derrick Rose, Kevin Durant, Blake Griffin. all of these guys share humility above all (except chuck)

Tool: All those retired guys you mentioned: choke artists. [Let's recap who these "choke artists" are: Reggie Miller, Patrick Ewing, John Stockton and Karl Malone] Couldn't win in June (or make it there). Especially considering how many played in the mid-90s, when the NBA was at its weakest, it's sad to even mention those guys with the greats now. Send Timmy or KG back to 1990 and see how many rings they win. Malone is Amare with less athleticism and a history of statutory rape.



The Voice of Reason (Me): I truly believe your argument is based more on general hate than appreciation for the game. I encourage you to attend the Player Hater's Ball where you might be in the running for the coveted "Hater of the Year" title. I cannot understand how without meeting the fellow, or holding a conversation with him, that you can deem him "selfish, a liar, and [lacks] loyalty", based on a decision to leave a franchise where he had no contractual obligation, and won 60 regular season games in back to back seasons.

I have respect for every great player in the league, including Lebron James, who boasts a 28pt/7reb/7ast average for his short but clearly dominant career. As a Yankee fan, I despise the city of Boston and everything they stand for. But I harbor no ill will for Ray Allen (obviously) and even appreciate the intensity that Kevin Garnett brings to the game, even if he has the audacity to call alopecia stricken Charlie Villanueva a cancer patient. [Note: I do have a small issue with Paul Pierce being taken off the court in a wheelchair, only to return to score 15 points in the 3rd quarter of game 1 of the 2008 NBA finals. Sorry McKeevah, but all that was missing was a bloody sock] I greatly admire Carmelo Anthony and his ability to score. I am even more impressed with Kobe Bryant's seemingly inherent ability to make huge shots in the 4th quarter of games. There is truth to his characterization of himself as the Mariano Rivera of the NBA. But to say that Lebron James would average 8ppg in 5 years is not only ludicrous, it's asinine.

What is good defense in today's NBA, where basically every great scorer is an athletic beast off the dribble? The key to defense is lateral movement. Quickness in your lateral movement probably has something to do with athleticism no? The only case where great defense has not been defined by lateral movement are the tenacious defenders such as Bruce Bowen, Shane Battier and to some degree, Ron Artest.

In conclusion, I must reiterate that your arguments are based on general hate. "All those retired guys you mentioned: choke artists". I don't think many if any people with knowledge of the NBA would consider Reggie Miller, Steve Nash and Patrick Ewing, choke artists. Again, I will send you the application for the Player Hater's Ball

Conclusory Tool: Saying someone "Hates" another person doesn't prove its irrational or unfounded; hate can be completely logical and deserved.

Lebron held an entire city hostage [Holy shit, I did not realize that we were dealing with fucking Hans Gruber here], telling them he didn't know what he wanted to do. Does anyone really believe that? He absolutely screwed Cleveland, the state he grew up in, professed his love for, promised to bring a championship to. He's either a liar or a failure (or both).

And no, his career has not been "Dominant". 1 Finals appearance in 7 years, are you kidding? He peaked early, and now he is looking for other allstars to carry him. [Hmm... peaked early. Back to back MVPs? FINISH HIM!] He has pretty stats, but stats don't prove you're dominant; wins do.

And athleticism does not equal defense; athleticism equals athleticism. The guys you mentioned above: Bowen, Battier, Artest, they are far from the most athletic guys in the league, but they are, or were, its best defenders, and that title was based on skill. I understand the need to lessen or marginalize the role of skill in being a great player; if I were a Lebronze fan, I'd try that too. Because based on skill OR results, Lebronze is not in any great player discussion.