Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Bye Bye Big Ticket


I have always tried to separate basketball from the professional drivel that the NBA sells like it was Panda Express--repackaged so many times that it hardly resembles what it was meant to be, so that it can be sold to people who don't really know what it was in the first place. A couple of weeks ago I got the justification I needed to expose this rift when a corrupt referee was accused of fixing games to cover spreads and affect outcomes, possibly even helping the Spurs beat the Suns in Game 3 just this spring.

On what should have been the worst day of my professional sports life, I feel... satisfied. I established in a post a few months ago that my loyalty lies with Ticket first, and my Timberwolves second. KG should have been traded last year, it was naively optimistic of him and of me to think that we could win, and to think that Kevin McHale could build a playoff team around one of the best 25 players of all time. The article reporting the trade read like an obituary. Someone who played with more passion than entire Eastern Conference teams was reduced to a paragraph of stats and awards.

Garnett didn't want to leave. As Marc Stein continues to report, KG still wants to retire a Timberwolf . At the press conference, the honestly transparent 2004 MVP explained that it was only after owner Glen Taylor refused to sign him to an extension, and made clear his intention to rebuild (let me introduce everyone to the poor man's Mitch Kupchak), not to build around the only superstar to ever love my bitterly cold Twin Cities, that he knew his loyalty had been betrayed. The guy we should think of as perhaps the most loyal player in professional sports history finally had confirmation that the writing on the wall was all very real; Glen Taylor was an apathetic owner that didn't have any interest in winning basketball games or selling seats at soon-to-be deserted Target Center.

It should have been clear when Taylor never seemed to doubt his flailing GM who only feels comfortable dealing with former teammate Danny Ainge. Now that Taylor has successfully traded his superstar for exactly the team that Boston could have had if it kept its first-round picks the last two years, will people care? It was my fault for thinking McHale could get fired for trading for Marko Jaric and signing Troy Hudson to an unmovable contract. It was my fault for buying tickets, for watching games, and for investing enough of myself that my interest could be bought and sold and finally traded.

Kevin Garnett, we're sorry that we wanted to believe like you, that we had a GM that knew anything other than low-post scoring, and an owner who knew when to stop keeping people around just because you "go way back." There it goes, my only remaining passion in professional sports has left my home town for my birth town. I'll follow it like a candle in a pitch black room though, because I'm on your side Ticket.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

This is my competitive spirit taking it in the ass...



Surprised? no. Disappointed? of course. Since the Pacers-Pistons brawl at the Palace, the NBA and David Stern have diligently worked on nothing but making their product more appealing to families at the expense of passion. They created a dress code, so that we wouldn't know how these players really dress off the court, and how good velour jumpsuits looked on 6'6" black men; they made it illegal to complain about a foul, spike the ball, defend your teammates, and altogether give a shit. Thank you NBA for dirtying sports, and for trying to make generally tact-less gangsters into politicians--all in the name of appealing to middle-class families.

Please continue to give the players that often cannot be paid enough to care, more reasons to act like they don't. At least you don't monopolize the talent anymore; now you make them go to college for a year.

By the way, fuck the NBA for not hosting fan forums and raping competitive spirits around the world.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Dynasty Fans: Take a Bow

I have fallen out of love with professional sports. Yesterday I sat 5th row center court for the Wolves-Lakers game at Staples. Movie stars, rap stars and models abound. How silly I was to be excited about the game, to be excited about a ball game. The row behind us, and in front of us talked exclusively about celebrities that they would spot in the crowd. When I yelled to Phil Jackson that I didn't know where his witch hunt against Kobe was, after a Wolves foul was called in the 4th quarter, people rows away literally said, "What?!"
"The NBA's Vendetta."

It's with this in mind that today I pay homage to the passing of professional sports, and the rise of the ever-present Dynasty Teams. The list goes as follows, in descending order of "greatness":

1. New York Yankees
2. Los Angeles Lakers
3. New York Knicks
4. Boston Red Sox
5. Dallas Cowboys
6. USC Trojans (football only)
7. Miami Heat
8. New York Giants

These are the teams whose fans go to the game to show off their jeans. They have fans that don't know their own team's record, or who John Stockton is. They don't live and never lived in or near the city that the team's stadium is in. They go to games because it's a sign of power to sit close to the court, near Spike Lee and Jack Nicholson. They all love Derek Jeter and Kobe Bryant because they're good looking. They never lose arguments about their team's inferiority because they don't know what the assist/turnover ratio is. They all think that the 2004 Pistons cheated and that the referees are on a vendetta against the game's best offensive player; both because the NBA wants to stop a rapist from being the best player. They don't know why their best player didn't get fouled just now.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Wolves Beat KCAL9 (LA) Commentators in 2-OT Bore


Last night was like a bag of day-old bagels (which I'm eating as I write this); one minute you're eating rock bread coated in coagulated sugar, and the next you're chewing the soft deliciousness of a plain or sesame seed. At some point I stoped caring as much, since I know I would have gone into cardiac arrest many times this season if I always cared as much as KG does. How to describe last night's game? I just don't know anymore. At the end of regulation I was angry and fed up enough with the Wolves, the NBA and the Refs that out of spite, I decided I wouldn't feel happy if we won. That obviously changed, but last night, just like Sunday (in 2OT with Boston), must have aged my heart by about 10 months. By my calculation that makes me about 26 (instead of 22) because of all the 2OT's we've played this season, and that's not even counting last season's torment.

We really played shit basketball for the first 3 1/2 quarters--relying exclusively on jumpshots and breaking down defensively like it was our gameplan. All I could do is writhe in pain in the fetal position on my couch. I had thought about going to a bar here in LA to make fun of Lakers fans, but I was far too emotional to be in public last night.

Sidebar: Lakers KCAL9 TV commentators are the most biased in sports. Quit the antagonizing comments and the referee bitching, save that for your players. Oh, and quit living fucking VICARIOUSLY through Kobe.

Sidebar #2: Kobe, I've tried to like you, but it's hard for me when you bitch to the refs non-stop. Just because you fell down DOESN'T MEAN YOU WERE FOULED.

Daily moment of Jaric:
With less than 8 seconds left in regulation Jaric blocks a granny shot from Kwame Brown right into a teammate's hands. On the ensuing in-bounds, he passes the ball directly to Smush Parker, who is immediately fouled to the free-throw line.

I guess what I feel is the most important thing to come away with from last night's game is how bad the Lakers are. They are a poor reconception of early Phil Jackson-Bulls teams, but younger, and obviously crappier. Odom being out with injury shortens the Lakers Players-Good-Enough-to-Play-in-OT rotation from 2, to 1. At some point the game's best offensive player just can't do all your scoring, and that point seems to come at about the 49 minute mark.

Kevin McHale is Sports' top GM according to Forbes:
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Thursday, March 01, 2007

Are you a KG fan or a T'Wolves fan?

For some reason it wasn't until yesterday that I thought of those two things as separate parts. Probably because of Garnett's undying loyalty, and his repeated demand for moves to be made around him, not for him to be the piece moved (an article on CBS Sportsline captures this well: http://cbs.sportsline.com/nba/story/10028471). Maybe it took a backhanded slap from the Mavericks at home to bring me to this boiling point, or maybe it was 29.6% shooting from the field. Then again it was probably the play of Yugoslavian-all-star Marko (heretofore: YASM). Who knows? at this point there is so much poison in the water that we'll never know who really pissed in it first. McFail probably forgot to wash his hands though.

I think this question is similar to the kinds you should have been hearing in Philadelphia this year, or in New Jersey just before the trade dealine came. Are you a 76'ers fan or an Allen Iverson one? A Nets fan, or a Carter-Kidd one? In Philadelphia it's easy for me to say; I loved the 2001 Sixers, but not as much as vintage A.I. Who's a fan in Philly anymore? Newer and younger A.I. (Andre Iguodala) is athletic and fun to watch, but come on, that team is crap. The thought of post-KG Minnesota is painfully disparaging, and unfortunately similar to post-AI Philadelphia, similar to post-Saddam Iraq. Minny and Philly ironically could have helped eachother out this year if only McHale hadn't already given away our draft picks and Cassell for the YASM. There is no doubt now as to which direction we're heading, and which team we're seeking to emulate, and it's this that has pushed me into this radical and introspective territory.

With post-season hopes dwindling, and no clear end in sight to Miss Minny Misery (heretofore: 3M), I guess I'm a KG fan; because for the first time in my sports-mature life, I want what I believe is best for KG, not what is best for my team. What's best for Ticket is obviously to get out of Minnesota, to play for a team like the Heat (who seem to attract all the old senile has-beens--not that KG is one of those though), or the Bulls, or even the despised Lakers. I really see those three situations as the only financially reasonable ones likely to yield Finals hopes. Would I become a Lakers fan or a Heat fan then? Maybe, but only because I want to see my boy succeed, not because I want Phil Jackson to further inflate his successes, and not because I want Jason Williams and Antoine Walker to get their second championship rings.

Minnesota, we've reached the end of the line. There's one stop left, 2008, and only because the opt-out can't happen until then. Trust me, there's no reason to be encouraged by 2008, and not really any reason to hope that 2009, '10, or '11 will be any good. I mean how good will a team of overpaid second-rate guards (save Foye and Hassell) and Mark Madsen be down the line? Will Lamar Odom or Antonie Walker really make us a playoff team in the West? Will Jordana Brewster marry me?

Forecast of rain and prolonged darkness, apocalpytic style darkness.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Daily Moment of Jaric


Charlotte at MN

Adam Morrison goes the first half scoreless. With less than 4 minutes left in the third quarter, Jaric comes into the game to gaurd Morrison; who promptly goes off for 8 straight, and 11 in the quarter. My favorite move of the quarter was when Morrison took a single dribble to the basket, Jaric fell backwards on his heels and conceded a open jumpshot to the rookie from Gonzaga. Ironically, as Wittman started to put better defenders on Morrison, Morrison started making harder and harder shots. I'm not even sure if it's in our best interest to make the playoffs. It's embarassing to see us get outrebounded so badly on the offensive glass. There really can't be any question any more, this is a bad team.

And it doesn't get better, next four games: Phoenix, Washington, Dallas, Utah.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Wolves-Grizzlies Recap

Daily Moment of Jaric:
The fastbreaking-Yugoslavian dribbles down the floor; Gasol is the only Grizzly back on defense and KG is the only other T'Wolf in the frontcourt. Instead of spacing the floor or forcing Gasol to commit, Jaric waits until the last minute and passes to Garnett who has absolutely no where to go but directly into Gasol. Garnett can hardly handle the pass in time and essentially loses the ball into the hands of Pau, who is promptly credited with "the biggest block of his career" according to Grizzlies TV commentators.
Jaric: plus one assist to the opposing team.