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Sporadic Era-tic: The Death of the Superfriends

Blowing in the Wind, originally uploaded by awonderfulsplash.

Worry not, dear friends! The Superfriends meme is not dead. It just falls to this lonely spore to wind the clock of change and paradigm. Someone has to declare something dead after all this talk of viral this video and viral that, hashtag trending moments in the blistering web-spun online sun. Our eyes can only be hosts to these ghosts of existence for so long.

So, existence versus non-existence tonight. I declare death to the Superfriends not because they do not exist and/or will not soon come to proliferate. I only offer that such a means to overcoming the mean streets of mediocrity must at some point come to be judged as either viable or f(l)ailing. I recognize it's early in the NBA season, but a verdict must be passed such that all other verdicts may be measured, consciously or collective-subconsciously, upon its wavily inconsistent metaphorical shores.

Sorry, a little rusty here. I offer, in return for your patience and persistence and co-pre-cognizance with me, an alternative.

LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, Chris Bosh: These are the new figureheads of the Superfriends mold. Amar'e, CP3, 'Melo: These are the leaders of the new, if new be someday told. Right now, the verdict is out on the ledge like hot pie charts waiting for sticky fingered nerds to reach out and grasp at the pretense of truth. And who's the early boy playing Worms: Battle Islands? I'll give you a hint: it's not the eight-and-six Heat. Rather, I suggest you take a look at the twelve-and-eleven Spurs.


That's right, the wily vets, the geriatric section, divorcee's row, the leaders of the old, the Spurs currently hold the best win percentage in the league. How are they doing it? Not with an injection of new legs, because Tiago Splitter ain't doing diddly past six points and three pulls, and DaJuan Blair is the opposite of new legs. They're doing it with the same old system based around Tim Duncan and trickling down to the aforementioned soon-to-be divorcee Tony Parker, the finally healthy Manu Ginobli, and the revitalized Richard Jefferson.

So the Spurs are twelve-and-one. What's new, Nagamatsu? Why write about the difference in paradigms now? Because LeBron James affords us a unique perspective on the efficacy of Superfriends vs. San Antonio as models for building successful basketball teams. In Cleveland, King James was privy to a build similar to that of the Spurs, as was much bruited about when the two teams faced in the finals of '07. Under the careful build of Popovich acolytes Danny Ferry and Mike Brown, LeBron James saw a solid string of successful seasons. Now, having left the patronage of such system, he enters into something more akin to the 80's Laker Showtime teams under Pat Riley's baleful, pomaded watch.

Obviously, the Showtime teams weren't quite a Superfriends model. Perhaps I'm just saying that because they were successful and such a model would ruin my paradigm study. Still, those squads lacked the mercenary feel of such teams as the post-championship Rockets featuring Olajuwon, Drexler, and Barkley and/or Pippen, as I mentioned in my last epocrypha. What other unsuccessful Superfriends squads can we point to? Barkley's 76ers with Dr. J and Moses Malone, as well as Pippen's stint with the Jail Blazers both fit the bill. Dallas' multiple attempts at paving their way to super teams with the Mark Cuban's Benjamins failed, as did the '04 Lakers. (And I'm sure I'm forgetting a whole host of 'em)



Which brings us to the anomalies, the outliers as Malcolm Gladwell would put it. Sure, the '04 Lakers failed with Gary Payton and Karl Malone in tow, but realistically they should have won. Statistically, they should have won. Only Malone's injury kept them from dominating that series. And then Shaq left, and who knows. But what about the current, contemporary version of the Lakers? Isn't that a four-headed beast with Kobe, Pau, Lamar, and Artest? In short, yes. This current iteration is what one might term a "Superfriends" squad. However, what separates them is the system. Phil Jackson's "trust your players to fall or fly when they most need your trust" system is one of a kind. As a Lakers fan, I am petrified at the thought of trying to get that seventh in my watching career without the Zen Master. Here's the other thing: Until recently, this system was not one that played nice with the Superfriends mold. In the first three-peat, the team swallowed stars whole and left them barely shells of role players. Glen Rice, Mitch Richmond, Isaiah Rider. All three were eaten up and spit out by the '00-'02 Lakers.

The other outlier? The '08 Boston Celtics. There's a team that fit the Superfriends mold to a T. What sets them apart is Ubuntu. They had an identity from the start. Furthermore, the team's looking more and more like a Spurs team built around Rondo. But that's a side note. San Antonio is not the only team prospering under the Popovich Spurs paradigm. The 10-2 New Orleans Hornets (3rd highest win percentage in the league right now) are newly adapting themselves to the model under Popovich pupil Monty Williams. Similarly, the 10-4 Oklahoma City Thunder have followed Sam Presti in making Durant their Duncan and building down from there.


Pencil Vs Camera - 19, originally uploaded by Ben Heine.

What tic should you take away from all this? What should you allow to syphon blood from your Superfriend-like excessive thoughts? Let's just say the Lakers have Zen, the Celts have Ubuntu, what do the Heat have?

The Reflecting Skin



It's been done to death at this point, but perhaps the last word is always most forthcoming.  Eh.  More LeBron.  Sorry, ya he(a)rd.  Over the weekend, whilst playing golf, the NBA's preeminent G.O.A.T. Michael Jordan (if you didn't know) muttered something about never, eeeeeeeeeeever doing what LeBron did.  LeBron decided to take his talents to Miami (if you didn't know).  Charles Barkley couldn't resist piping up and chiming in.  It's like LeBron is a nice, juicy sausage and Charles is the slavering lips of today's media.

Okay, Sir Charles is kind of our patron saint here at OtB, and for all my protracted absences, I still remember that.  Still, I have a hard time not taking him to task for these comments:
"Let me just tell you this," Barkley said. "Mike and I are in 100 percent agreement on this. If you're the two-time defending NBA MVP, you don't leave anywhere. They come to you. That's ridiculous.
"I like LeBron. He's a great player. But I don't think in the history of sports you can find a two-time defending MVP leaving to go play with other people."
Excuse me?  Ex-cuuuuuuuse me?  Vickie Guerrero excuse me!?!?  Sure, Charles isn't a two-time defending MVP of the NBA and never was, but he was a one-time, defending all-star game MVP who was then traded from Philadelphia to Phoenix.  Then, he was a one-time, though not defending, league MVP who was traded from a title-less Phoenix team to Houston.  Let me see.  Who was on that Houston team?  Oh yeah, only all time great Clyde Drexler and perhaps the man owning the most beautiful post game ever and two-time champ as alpha-dawg Hakeem Olajuwon.  I'm not saying much.  I'm just saying these stars aligning all "of a sudden"?  There's a precedence, and Charles should know that.  I seem to recall Scottie Pippen bringing his oversized contract through Houston at some point too...

 

What Is the Point of Winning?


I will attempt to keep my personal history out of this as much as possible.  It's important, however, to note that I read and can therefore generally be thought to be influenced by the bigger voices in the professional basketball blogosphere.  It's also important to note that the way I've written about the NBA in the past has mostly been with an eye on how our place in time affects the things happening now.  In other words, I've tried to answer the question: How does what's happening in the NBA now reflect what has come before and how does it reflect the attitudes created by the contemporary world?  I guess that delves into the realm of "my personal history" pretty deeply.  Best to move on to the content.

Bill Simmons, aka "The Sports Guy," wrote before LeBron James' nationally televised "Decision" that James' decision to play for the Miami Heat next season amounts to a cry for help.  His previous ideas about LeBron's free agency destination indicated that Chicago would be a decision about winning, Cleveland would be about loyalty, and New York would be about immortality (i.e. fame).  He had not thought Miami was the viable option that it became.  LeBron announced his decision to sign with the Miami heat through an hour long show (it ended up being longer, in reality) dedicated to his choice.  This decision smacks of a cry for help because it means LeBron will be joining forces with two other athletes who are also deemed part of the NBA's elite.  It smacks of a cry for help because it seems like an admission that James is not able to win a championship as the sole elite player on a team.

There.  Now you're caught up on the impetus for this article.  I'm not going to quibble over the minutiae of this situation.  Who's the best player on Miami and which teams are now the strongest in the NBA?  No.  These kinds of questions are ones I care about, but that's not the point of this article.  My goal is to paint a picture that this issue can be fit into, one that it can be seen as part of.  The quibbling is going to go on for days.  It'll go on until all the relevant players are retired, and beyond that.  Because that's the nature of sports.  But I'd like to go beyond that and look at a few things that have transpired since the Los Angeles Lakers won the NBA Championship in June up until this point.  Why is this span of time important?  Because the NBA Finals are the time when professional basketball in America is at its most visible.  Because the span of time following the Finals this year lived in the shadows of the casual fan.  With LeBron's decision of Thursday evening, the casual fan can go back to not caring about basketball for a few months, and perhaps nearly a year depending on the level of casualty.

accidents happen, originally uploaded by Ian Evenstar.

The idea of casualty (so close to causality that it pains me) is an important one.  In a nutshell, casual means as if almost by accident.  LeBron James, Thursday, was courting the casual fan, the accidental fan.  LeBron has stated that he would like to become a "global icon," which means reaching deeply enough into the psyche of popular global culture to become a force inevitable, something people can not care for and yet remain consistently aware of.  LeBron wants to cross over from the realm of the attention grabbing and into the realm of the subliminal.  He wants to become legendary, a part of the pop culture tapestry, an immovable object that stirs the irresistible force of time and, in effect, becomes a similar force in and of itself.  When we speak of global iconography, we mean advertising.  And adverting works on a subliminal level.  Or, it's supposed to.  When you're at Sears shopping for a Christmas gift for a nephew, do you reach for the unknown label or the one highlighted by a Sean John or Michael Jordan symbol?  Chances are, you go for the one you know.  And that's the significance of being a "household name."

Look, the point of writing this is to ask, of myself and of any potential reader, what is the point of winning (in sports)?  Or, perhaps more accurately, what are we really winning?

Exhibit A: LeBron James. Why does LeBron want to win?  The whole idea of leaving Cleveland was to make his chances at winning a title more likely.  Why is this more important that representing an area you grew up in and represented for seven years?  In any other profession, most people would laud a young man moving to a place of greater opportunity.  Some might say that's the American dream.  But LeBron is certainly not being looked at by Clevelanders as a native son making good and getting out.  He's compared to Benedict Arnold, and his jersey is burned.  In Cleveland, they burned LeBron James' name and he watched while being televised nationally, and we watched to see how he reacted.  I think he tried not to, which is perhaps admirable.


But, again, why does he want to win?  The answer is possibly two-fold.  He wants to win so he'll be remembered as a winner, a champion, and he wants to win in order to increase his global icon cachet.  Most people want to be remembered.  It is a fundamental aspect of the human condition.  How will I be remembered when I die?  As a person who spends much of his year in the public eye, LeBron cares about this perhaps more than most.  He needs to be a champion, because otherwise the memory of his pursuits and accomplishments won't be as insistent as other athletes or public figures.  This first aspect leads into the second.  In death, how you are remembered matters.  In life, how you live matters, the quality of your day-to-day activities, the ease or comfort with which you can do what you want to do.  Money plays a big part in this.  The more money you have, the higher your quality of life, generally.

Of course, money can be said to be the ultimate determiner of winning.  But if money, and the comforts it affords, simply signify winning, what then is the point of money?  I'm not economist, but don't millions of dollars, when they reach past the first two or three or AT LEAST two or three dozen, don't they become a bit superfluous?  Once you've bought yourself and your family the houses, cars, food, and entertainment, once you've satisfied your and your people's desires, what then is left?  A desire for more.  Okay, okay.  I'm getting a little preachy here.  But realistically, LeBron has stated that he wants to be a billionaire, so the question is: Why?  What would that allow him to do?  The first thought is that he could own his own NBA team.  The second thought is he could buy or begin other kinds of ventures.  Clothing lines.  Textiles.  The American economy has always fought over textiles, and it remains the case today.  Anyway.  This would mean he could make more money.  What is the goal of an NBA owner, for that matter?  Make more money?  But it becomes a bit repetitive, right?  Why make more money?  Why own a franchise, a company, a set of companies?  Because it allows you to make more money.  Or, if you're getting tired of using money as our symbol for winning, because it allows you to have more control over your life.

We live in a capitalist society.  We affect those that interact with us in a myriad of ways.  In a business hierarchy, if you more generally someone's boss than you are someone's employee or subordinate, then you are more in control of your own life.  The richest man in the world, hypothetically, doesn't have to worry about people telling him what to do.  Okay, okay, okay.  I dipped into the hypothetical.  But we've taken a glimpse at the reasons a basketball player, an athlete could want to "win," whatever we as people internet-ly interacting think winning means.


Let's take a look at Exhibits B and C together.  Exhibit B is Dan Gilbert, owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers.  Exhibit C is basketball fans.  Dan Gilbert wrote an incensed, rather irrationally toned letter to the fans of the Cavaliers that seems more like an attack on LeBron than anything else.  You can read it here.  The Cavaliers fans, as mentioned earlier, burned a jersey representing their feelings of betrayal.  They lost tonight, obviously.  But what did they lose?  The fans lost the opportunity to take part in the good memories and feelings of pride that LeBron could have created had he stayed in Cleveland.  But they also lose the right to be loyal to the Cavs.  Okay, they can remain loyal to a losing cause (which is assuming the Cavs become a "losing" organization), but I was being a bit sardonic.  The idea of being a fan is that you get to cheer on superhuman feats performed in the name of winning.  That's the essential idea.  But a team exists on the loyalty fans show in purchasing tickets, jerseys, or other merchandise.  It's a capitalist system, make no mistake.  A team exists on the tv ratings it gets, which are fueled/paid for by advertising.  Money.  A professional team cannot exist without money.

Pause a second.  A professional team cannot exist without money.  Obviously, the paid aspect is what makes it a professional team, but it's not what makes it a team.  To make a professional team function, you need players who are paid to play.  In other words, they need to not need to worry about making money in other ways, though they might want to.  If they needed to make money in other ways, it would be considered an amateur team.  What else is reasonably needed for a professional team?  They need an arena, which needs to be maintained.  If it's a national team, they need money for transportation.  Transportation is hard to get around, even if thousands of jet planes flying around our planet's atmosphere sucks for environment.  Arenas, however, are often subsidized by a city's government.  Obviously, the structure needs to be approved by a city because it causes all kinds of traffic issues, both cars (also sucky for the environment) and people.  An arena makes lots of noise, so you can't just plop it down anywhere.  But when a team gets an arena approved by a host city, often the host city provides money to help them build it.  Okay, I haven't done my research on this, but I remember it being mentioned whenever a team threatens to leave a city.  Here's a site that has done research, though it may be a bit biased.

they were excited..., originally uploaded by icopythat.

Anyway.  Fans pay for stadiums.  If not through tax dollars, than certainly through ticket and merchandise sales, or by watching sports and buying the products thereby advertised.  Fans also pay for players.  Those millions of dollars LeBron and similar players are making?  Those are salaries driven by the market.  If people wouldn't pay for tickets that would support those kinds of salaries, or if people weren't swayed by sports driven advertisements to buy products, those salaries could not be that high.  What am I getting at?  I'm trying to answer what fans are winning by having a winning sports team in their city.  They are winning the right to pay for those teams, those players.  What are owners winning?  They are winning the right to take what profit they can from teams they manage or pay to have others manage.  Some owners do not make a profit.  I understand that.  But the idea of owning a sports franchise is to make money on it.

So let's look at this year's NBA fans who won the most, the Los Angeles Lakers' fans.  What did they get out of winning besides getting to pay for the right to go to more games?  They won the right, apparently, to riot.  I won't even honor such acts with a link.  You can google it yourself, if you didn't hear.  One incident that sticks out is a car being flipped simply for the fans' furor over victory.  So what did they win?  Shouldn't "winning" contribute to the ease or comfort of one's life?  Perhaps causing destruction like some (obviously not all, but the outliers deserve to be talked about since they seemingly got the most of winning) makes for a good story to tell friends and family the day afterward.  But really?  Doesn't that seem to be more what you would expect from a losing set of fans?

I wrote on facebook, as LeBron's Decision program on ESPN unfolded, how quiet it seemed.  The people in the background of his interview with Jim Gray, who I can only assume were "fans," did not cheer at all.  They looked solemnly on.  Perhaps it was an intended effect, or poor planning.  But I noted how quiet it was because I wondered why this wasn't being cast as a jubilant situation.  The sportscasters seemed a bit giddy.  Jim Gray had a big grin on his face at the end of the interview.  There was a moment of celebration shown out of Miami.  Beyond that?  Not much.  ESPN just moved on, and perhaps they should be lauded for that.  On ESPN, the station that was held hostage by James' camp, James' decision was not a moment for fanfare.  Instead, it was a moment for increased discussion of the NBA.  Discussion, I like.  And yet, I am a fan.  I want to feel vicarious elation.  I want to scream and shout over the superhuman.  Perhaps James' performance as a stoic distributor of information was superhuman.  But it wasn't the kind I was expecting. Here I dip into that which I hoped not to, my personal history.


I've always been a bit perturbed by LeBron the businessman seeming to oftentimes take precedence over LeBron the athlete.  There are numerous stories about LeBron being an off-the-wall humorist behind the scenes.  We were afforded a glimpse with his pregame antics with his teammates this past season, which rubbed some players (namely, Joachim Noah) the wrong way, especially when they bled into his in-game behaviors.  LeBron has been called The King, but he's barely ever seen to act like a king.  He doesn't do whatever he wants, when he wants.  That distinction would go more to someone like Ron Artest.  LeBron acts, except for certain instances of displayed humor, like someone who's considering every movement, every implication, someone who's angling for global icon status.  In that, he's less like a king and more like a chief adviser, a person who wants to and generally does wield all the legitimate power.  In holding himself thus, LeBron perhaps too blatantly reminds us that the players do not generally hold the power, the owners do.

So, I've now gone over 2,500 words, and I'm not sure I've quite achieved a unified message.  I think that's fitting, though.  I don't have a lot of answers on this, just a lot of questions.  Do we, as fans, think the way the system works is right?  If we don't, do we have a responsibility to do something about it?  And what is that something we might do?  I think the first step is to know these kinds of things and talk about them, write about them.  For what purposes do our favorite athletes and the owners of our favorite teams act?  Don't just talk about the sports implications, talk about the real life implications.  Don't just buy a ticket or a jersey you can afford, ask yourself if that's the right mentality.  Just because you can buy something you want doesn't mean you should.  And then, what do our watching habits really mean?  Teams are partially funded by the money given for TV ratings.  When you watch TV, companies can tell which channels you're watching when, and consequently know what shows are most important for advertisers to target.  When you click to a website, you are giving it traffic, which allows its sponsors to provide more funding.  All these things matter.  The smallest click of a finger, when multiplied a million times, can move millions of dollars.

amazing colours, originally uploaded by simone tognetti.

One last sobering revelation that came to light during this time period.  I submit to you Exhibit D: Ray Williams.  The story of Ray Williams remains a bit incomplete.  To put it simply, this former NBA player is homeless.  It was a story published in the Boston Globe and received by me through Ball Don't Lie and Yahoo Sports.  The story seems unclear as to how Williams lost everything.  This is not to say that this is a common affair among NBA alumni.  However, it does beg the question, what is really going on in the NBA?  What does it really promote in its players?  As fans, these things reflect on us.  If not for the NBA, who knows what Ray Williams life would be like.  It could be better, it could be worse.  Still, it's difficult not to wonder if the system is broken, if money needs to flow like it does through professional sports.  The question leaves me feeling empty inside.  I will continue to question and probe for answers.  I hope you will too.

(If you're interested in my personal history, you may want to peep this epocrypha)

Independence Week: July 101


As with real time experience, nothing is regular and...OtB brings you a long-form joint re: NBA and its ontological extension unto all of sport. Epochrypha: writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity, but always impassioned and always with an eye on the times we're spectating in. Enjoy.

Huge.  This is huge.  But you know that already, O! imagined reader o' mine.  Today is July 1st, the day basketball fans have been waiting for since...well, for the truly initiated, since LeBron and fellow c/o 2003 names Wade and Bosh signed those shorter deals three years ago.  It was a revolutionary move by this age's luminaries of the game.  It gave them leverage over their teams and, more importantly, over their own futures that free agents who've signed six or seven year deals haven't traditionally held.  It allowed them to hold this sway over the league as they move into their primes rather than as they move out of said golden years.  It allows us to have basketball dominate ESPN instead of being relegated to the bottom-line ticker. (I know this is an all sport blog, but I have always been an unabashed and unapologetic basketball-over-all-else enthusiast.  Thanks for enthusing with me.)

James said he'd make a decision by next week.  Thus, with July 4th coming up, we at OtB celebrate the biggest NBA free agency summer ever with Independence Week 101.  Now, in e-mails with Thatchmo, my erstwhile college roomie, the question came up: If you were one of the most powerful men in your field, in your mid-twenties, and you had maneuvered yourself into a position where an entire association was prepared to tremble in your wake, what would you do?  Thatchmo inevitably said Chicago if he was James, because it makes the most basketball sense.  I like that.  The idea of playing with Derrick and the ineffable Joachim Noah is certainly an enticing one.  However, I wonder if there are other elements that would dissuade me and, potentially, the real LeBron.  J.A. Adande is on the same tip as I was a month and a half ago (I'm not saying people be stealing from me, but damn!), when I said LeBron leaving Cleveland is less like KG leaving Minnie as it is like Shaq leaving Orlando.  Adande, being credentialed and all, went and got an interview with Shaq's agent at the time Leonard Armato.  Here's the key line for me: "...he sold the history of the Lakers, and it’s undeniably a storied franchise...He sold owner Jerry Buss."  That's Armato speaking on how Jerry West sold the idea of coming to the Lakers to the Big Precedent.

When I first wrote on this topic, hoping that LeBron would stay with the Cavs, I based my opinion primarily on the fans and the impact his leaving would have on them.  Lately, I'm feeling the need to change my tune.  Armato makes a good point, and half of it is that which New York would like to make.  The history matters.  The organization matters.  I think a free agent's decision should be broken down into five components, at least from an objective standpoint (since we're etching our flames on Plato's walls).  It comes down to teammates (potential or extant), coach, franchise (which includes history and owner/management), cash, and city.  Here's a breakdown of how James' potential suitors stack up in terms of the five components.

Eric B & Rakim - Paid in Full, originally uploaded by dcancel.
Cash: Let's just get this out of the way.  King James isn't worrying about cash unless it's an issue of respect.  He goes to the bank as a global advertising power, so the salary's really just symbolic, though you'd expect any team to give him whatever he wanted.  Thus, no cash considerations here.  We'll go through these in the order LeBron's meeting with them.

New Jersey Nets:
Teammates: The Nets sport two promising players in Devin Harris and Brooks Lopez.  Beyond that, the question is who could James bring with him.
Coach: Avery Johnson fits the bill LeBron is charging teams with (former player), and he has the highest winning percentage of any coach ever, but he didn't leave the Mavs on the greatest of terms.  The Lil General comes off as a bit of a death's head screamer.  Pluses and minuses here.
Franchise: The Nets have been bogged down in The "Meadow"lands lately, but there are glory days here in several Finals appearances and Dr. J.  The new owner and Jay-Z are cool, flashy even, but how much trust can you put in them with Rod Thorn a step out the door?
City: Brooklyn is waiting.  Can LeBron bide his time?  Would The Nets still be NYC's B-team even with the King?  The Nets got the first meeting, but that may mean they have the smallest chance.

New York Knickerbockers:
Teammates: There's not much here.  David Lee is on the way out.  The only player of note would be Danilo Gallinari.  Maybe they can trade Eddy Curry for someone useful.
Coach: Mike D'Antoni is the real selling point here.  Definite positive, though D'Antoni isn't always the most tender of ego stokers.
Franchise: The Knicks had been mired in shame through the Isaiah Thomas years.  Then came D'Antoni and Donnie Walsh.  Bottom line, though?  James Dolan sucks.  End of story.
City:This is the other selling point.  Bring a championship to New York and claim divinity forever.  The thing is that the franchise often gets in the way of the city, though the city has traditionally loved the franchise.  Knicks people have always said the city expects winning now.  That's what James wants too, but I'd be worried that the franchise worries too much about the city.  D'Antoni sounded optimistic, but the resources just seem too slim.

The Flaming Lips, originally uploaded by Kyle Dean Reinford.
Miami Heat:
Teammates: Dwyane Wade. Lots of roster space yet to be filled.  Lots of question marks, which could be good or bad.
Coach: Pat Riley?  It's yet to be seen.  But Riles is the coach with the best pedigree among James' options.
Franchise: The Heat don't have the longest of histories, but since Riley came to town it's been pedal to the metal.  The owner?  In conversations, it's not even an issue, since everything goes through the man with the perfect coif.
City: Miami is a nice town.  I live in Hawai'i.  You tell me what I'm supposed to say here.

LA Clippers:
Teammates: This could actually be the strongest team James is looking at.  This group sports TWO all-stars in Chris Kaman and Baron Davis and two up-and-comers in Blake Griffin and Eric Gordon.  Slot in James at the SF and you've got a HUGE starting five.
Coach: It's still unclear, which is not a good sign.
Franchise: It's the Clippers, the biggest joke in sports.  They're owned by Donald Sterling, who makes Dolan look balanced.  This is the reason there's no way this is happening.
City: You get to play in LA with bright lights, and you get to take a direct stab at Kobe's empire.  But it's the same idea as with The Nets.  You're the B-team.  People like to root for the underdog, but that's not quite LeBron's M.O., is it?

Chicago Bulls
Teammates: James would have Derrick Rose and Joachim Noah, which is a small step up from The Nets' duo of youngsters.  Noah's great, but he's butted heads with James a bit.  The Bulls also have Luol Deng and Taj Gibson, and would potentially look to bring in a big like Bosh or Stoudemire.  Personally, I'd like to see LeBron paired with Nowitzki...
Coach: The Bulls signed much coveted Tom Thibodeau, which is a great pick up if you want to improve your D.  This is a team that's not very far from hounding the D with Scott Skiles (okay, Vinny Del Negro's kind of far).  James just finished playing with a defensive minded coach with Mike Brown, and again he's expressed desire to play with a former NBA player, which is not something Thibodeau can boast.
Franchise: Yeah, there's six championships there.  But before that? A lot of nothing.  After that?  Dismality.  Horrific losing that begs made up words.  Respectability.  The first sweep of a defending champ ever.  Hope.  And then flame outs.  One name counts here.  Jerry Reinsdorf.  Traditionally a penny pincher.  He's said he'll pay to keep LeBron happy.  But Rose is still on his rookie contract.  Can Reinsdorf realistically bring in a third star to play with James and Rose, and then pay Rose when it's time?  Maybe, but I just don't trust that man.
City: The fans are great.  We know that.  There's a statue of Jordan out front that James would be chasing.  We know that.  It's the third biggest market in the U.S., and I guess it's close to Akron.  This is where it gets personal and only James can provide answers.

Welcome Home, originally uploaded by karenmeyere.
Cleveland Cavaliers
Teammates: Anderson Varejao, a host of guards like Boobie Gibson, Delonte West, Mo Williams, newcomers Antawn Jamison, Jamario Moon, Anthony Parker, and Leon Powe.  Big Z.  Maybe Shaq.  These are known quantities.  It's unclear if James could bring in another free agent to bolster this almost there roster.
Coach: Byron Scott is exactly what James has asked for in a coach, but I wonder about how he hasn't lasted in either NJ or NOLA.  I think Scott is actually better suited to coach this team without James.
Franchise: Cleveland has been solid for awhile, and it'd be a true accomplishment for James to bring a championship to this team and this city.  Danny Ferry and Dan Gilbert have not been stellar in any respect, but at least Ferry's been solid and with a longer term commitment from James, he could grow into a strong GM.
City: Cleveland is home.  Again, the question in this week is how big this remains for James.  They already worship him in Cleveland.  Can you imagine what it would be like if he decided to stay and brought a championship to the city?  Chills.  (I guess I'm still feeling this)

Mobius Strip Narratives


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In case you're not one of the initiated: OtB brings you a long-form joint re: NBA and its ontological extension unto all of sport. Epochrypha: writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity, but always impassioned and always with an eye on the times we're spectating in. Enjoy.

Hey.  Howzit.  What's up.  It's been awhile since I was last here.  A lot has changed in the blogosphere.  Shoals is writing for Fanhouse again.  Skeets is no longer at Ball Don't Lie.  Forum Blue and Gold is no longer run by Kurt.  Blogging is a business too, I guess.  What else happened since I went ghost around October?  Um, Tiger Woods slept with some women.  Agent Zero did NOT save us, although Brandon Jennings might.  (It all takes time, perhaps is the lesson to learn here)  Arizona turned into a place where the Right and the Left collide.  And, I don't know, somewhere along the way it stopped mattering.  Who cares if the world is going to end in two years or if it actually ended ten back?  It doesn't matter if we're living in a post-apocalyptic, post-mis-understanding-of-apocalypse world.  We just keep going.

Oh, and what else is new?  Right.  Lebron's human.  That one's just in.  But you knew we were heading there all along.  Before I build a full head of steam here (if you're new to this, yeah, I'm just getting started), I want to offer a bit of full disclosure.  I've been hiding from basketball for 9 months like it had something growing in it for me to father.  And, while basketball gets pregnant with...something, I've been cheating on her with professional wrestling or "sports entertainment."  I won't belabor you with my observations in that arena, but I will say I think I overdid it leading up to this basketball season.  I wrote all these previews, and I guess it got to a point where I had said too much and had devoted too much time and thought to something that was quick becoming something a little too vast and untenable for me.  The regular season's a beast, I won't lie.  I just learned that I'm not that shining armor guy who can lie it down and put it into words for y'all.  Sorry.  I'm human.  Like Lebron.  Whaaaaat?!?

Now, carefully good sirs (and madams, if any ye be), this is not another blog post dedicated to piling the hate or disappointment on Lebron James.  Me?  I got sympathy.  For Lebron and Cleveland both.  Full disclosure, I am a lifelong Lakers fan who lived in Ohio for four years and loved the idea of Lebron being there while I was.  Those of you who are familiar with my writing here at OtB will also recall that I'm an unapologetic follower of the bigger voices out there in the basketball blogosphere.  Some days all I get is Ball Don't Lie, Truehoop, Fanhouse, and the odd freedarko joint.  So, yes.  I feel Dwyer's take is important (nut shell: people in Cleveland's organization are just trying to keep their jobs; Lebron's just trying to keep his head), and I certainly peeped Abbott's run down of what Lebron's career arc will now look like (in a word: Garnett), but Shoals has always been the last word for me, whether at fd or Fanhouse.  So Shoals goes, un-verbatim, it's fear that Lebron showed, which differs from doubt because "in doubt, you have yourself to blame. Fear is the awful possibility that you can bring it like mad and still have life thrown back in your face. Fear is to be overcome, just like doubt, and is undoubtedly less humiliating. But LeBron James isn't supposed to feel fear. It's human, way too human."

Rewind a bit.  In case you missed it.  Lebron and the Cavs just got ousted in 6 by the Celtics.  In Game 5, it seemed Lebron wasn't trying.  There are questions about his elbow's health, but no concrete answers.  He looked better in Game 6, but he's still being vilified by some as having one foot already out the door.  We know the future is unwritten, but people are always trying to get ahead of themselves to write the present.  Sometimes that act leads too quickly to judgment and vilification of someone however well or poorly we ourselves would've acted in a similar situation.  Perhaps we're more like Vince Carter?  (More Shoals)  The question is why is that bad?  How and why do we hold certain perspectives between ourselves in the wild, nebulous world of fandom and the stars from whom we get our (writing) lights?

Me, I feel bad for both sides.  James could've done better for Cleveland.  He could've been less of a businessman, and I've always disliked that about him.  At the same time, it doesn't mean he should be hated for making decisions that, in the long run (hopefully), work towards making him a happier individual.  I would say some of those decisions should make us hold him on less of a lofty platform, but that's not the point of this post.  There's enough of that out there already.  On the Cavs' side, they could've done better for James as well.  Forget the mistakes in personnel.  They did as well as most franchises do.  It was the perspective.  They were just trying to hold on to Lebron as long as they could.  He didn't help when his actions baited them towards such decisions.  As with a relationship, the blame lies on either side of the divide.  The Cavs have employed James since he was fresh out of high school.  It was their responsibility to mold him into a stand up employee.  In that sense, they failed him.  They allowed him to grow into a diva, and it could have been prevented if only someone had told him no.

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It was difficult, I understand.  When you have a precocious child or lover, I guess, if we're to maintain this metaphorical scheme, it's difficult to do anything but be in awe at the outset.  The problems only arise later, when the individual begins to struggle living up to the ridiculously high standards.  You can't bring roses and chocolates to every date, and you wouldn't want someone to.  But in sports, we do.  We want athletes to go all out.  And James did, for the most part.  He tried to learn.  When he heard you're supposed to save something for the playoffs, he tried that.  When he heard you're supposed to share the ball, he tried that.  He was accused of being less than superhuman for these things.  Maybe it's time we just admit to ourselves that Lebron is human.

Sometimes, when you're single and you see the perfect couple acting like a perfect couple, it makes you sick to the skin (all the way to the stomach and back out again).  For awhile, Lebron and the Cavs were that.  Lebron went to his hometown team - how often does that happen? - and somehow he lived up to the ridiculous hype.  He even went ahead surpassed it.  Now he's suffering the repercussions of assumed perfection.  We're all asses.  The Cavs were having too much fun, and we were having too much fun picking them apart for it.  And now the Celts have had the last laugh.  When you're single, sometimes it feels SO satisfying to watch the perfect couple fight and perhaps even fall apart.  But if we're honest, really honest, and a little self-actualized, we'll get over our jealousy and be able to feel sorry to see a beautiful thing die.  Then, if we're teachers and philanthropists (heh...), then we might actually hope to see the perfect couple grow and learn and become more serious and mature.  That's my hope, at least, for Lebron and the Cavs.

Coming from a place where I was good and ready to kick Kobe to the curb as a Lakers fan, it has been highly fulfilling to see him and the team grown and mature together.  My hope as a fan of basketball and someone who's seen firsthand the economic and social situation around Cleveland, I'm hoping he stays.  Mike Brown's gone, and I think that's a step in the right direction.  If Lebron was the perfect boyfriend who got a little carried away in being that, then I sincerely hope the Cavaliers organization can be(come) that girlfriend who steps up and puts him in his place.  I sincerely hope Lebron doesn't run away to "greener pastures" where he'll find the same thing happening over and over again.  Kind of like Shaq.

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Part II:
Yes, I have been a Shaquille O'Neal apologist for awhile.  I'm growing away from that.  You can peep my history on it.  But here's why I'm segueing this way.  The Abbot piece is all about Lebron now looking at the KG path as one he is potentially following.  I'd argue that when it comes to excellence combined with repeated playoff frustration, Dirk's the biggest candidate to be found filling KG's old shoes (or T-Mac...).  No one's the same.  C'mon, I know we know that.  But that doesn't mean we don't let ourselves fall into these patterns.  So if your thinking on the matter is going to fall into any pattern, let it be that path that Shaq has blazed.  In fact, it lines up quite nicely.  Shaq left the Magic after 4 years.  If you account for the two years Shaq spent at LSU, he and Lebron are practically step for step.  Shaq got swept from the finals in his third season.  Lebron got swept in his fifth.  Again, account for the two years of college and this one's exactly the same.  Shaq hit his peak of off-court silliness with 1996's Kazaam and 1997's appearances in Steel and Good Burger.  Oy.  These were his first years in LA, after torching the Magic.  It seems Lebron needs to get a little of that media star attention out of his system before he can get serious like Shaq did in 2000-2001.  Let's hope Lebron can do it from Cleveland.

Part III or perhaps 2a:
I'm almost done ;-).  When speaking about career arcs or, y'know, narratives, there is an interesting argument for Durant to be farther along in his than James now is.  If a narrative is defined by what one overcomes internally and externally, Durant has navigated his first hurdle more gracefully than has King James.  I recognize this is perhaps where I stretch it a bit and let my *$%! get contentious, but bear with me.  In this age of instant critique, athletes are often at the mercy of their detractors fingertips.  How an athlete negotiates this brand new world is quickly coming to define him.  Over the past two seasons, Lebron has garnered somewhat of a reputation for sulking and, well, giving the media the Patrick Ewing treatment.  Now, when perhaps circumstances are stacked against him, there are no lucid explanations, no exemplary actions to throw off his detractors.  This started last season, and sure he had a great season this year, but in no way did he combat any of the things his detractors have said about him.

Durant, on the other hand, was held over the fire just this off-season.  He was criticized because his plus/minus rating sucked, meaning the team was worse off with him on the floor than on the bench.  Weird to hear that about a star player, right?  He's now ranked as one of the best players in the league according to adjusted plus/minus.  The rating is a little confusing, and Durant himself expressed frustration at being criticized by a rating system that is not generally (as far as I can tell) understood by players.  I still think it would be a more enlightened age if it was, but maybe enlightenment is no longer the point?  Still, all advanced stats point to Durant improving defensively, and his team did manage a 27 more wins this year...although it's disputed whether or not wins count in advanced stats land.  Still, Durant wins this round, and we all win in the end if James' can create the kind of relationship Durant seems to have going in OKC.  Here's to growth, not gigantism.

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Oh, btw.  If Lebron does move from Cleveland to Chicago or wherever, just dream that I wrote a thousand words about it as a metaphor for the movement of the American psyche/soul.  Because you know how that one goes.  We are a nation of consumers, so the midwest that used to produce things like cars will see a kind of drift that will not be seen in cities like OKC, for all its small market claims to free-agency bane.

Kobe Bryant & the Lakers: Getting The Monkey Off Their Backs

I haven't plugged into my GoogleReader yet, and I've only watched/caught the post-game interviews and sound bites a few times so far. I've only just switched on the Mike&Mike. So I want to take this opportunity to toss in my two pennies before I'm inundated with other voices, other flux&flows. Don't get me wrong here, don't twist your pre-conceived. I'm a Lakers fan live and die. I don't even know what syntax that is, but it seems a part of me. Syntax, semantics, and fanboy joy aside, this post is a call out. This is me, telling the Lakers, this better not be it.

Let me link to Doctor LawyerInidanChief talking tired fire about Hip-Hop is Dead (not the album, the truth). One, because I want to read more stuff like this. Two, because I agree and feel it being said by Dr. LIC makes the tie-in he doesn't, that basketball is losing heat, losing steam, and getting refined beyond its theLove's benefit. But mostly because, three, Joey at Straight Bangin' pulled this piece out as an opening to close the decade. Hold up. It's only June. The Tens/Teens aren't even six months from us yet. Can Epochryphal eyes turn, already, to such a shedding of water? (dry your f*ckin' eyes, friends, we got catchin' up to do) Yes. The next NBA title will read 2010. Adjust your paradigms and checkbooks accordingly.

Look, I'm not about to bring back talks of a faux-Golden Age or starting and ending with purple and gold parades, because I want to look ahead, and I've already gone there. I'm not going to talk about the historical significance, cuz it's been ably done by others (Thanks, BC). But, let's look at the significance of the historical sig, 'kay? Mike&Mike speakin' sumpin' 'bout them all's footnotes, 'cept for some "immortals." Kobe's 4th, or 1st, whatever. Phil's Xth. Yeah, more than any other coach in the majors. That stands tall like Russell Crowe. But no one can live in theInfinite. Athletes less so than fans, in fact, and luckily they know that. (sound bite from Mamba: "Phil coaches in the moment.") Let us not forget. We are the ones that live in the now. And now means we've just said good-bye to the NBA 'Aughts.

You want historical significance? 15 vs. 17. That's the one I'm watching, and that's the one that moved from 15 vs. 16 last Finals. By 30 points. Maybe that was a trumped up trophy, but what's not? All I'm saying is, this victory wasn't about just winning a championship, it was about getting the monkey off. His back. Their backs. Our backs. It's time to move on. And this was the perfect purge to move us forward. It exorcised everything. The clinging, cloying claims (and claims against) Kobe and Phil's "immortality." The ShaqKobeNonsense. The loss last year to KG's moment. ChrisWallaceGate. Lamar's craziness. And pain. Fisher's move from the Jazz. The 2002 curse of robbing the Kings. I swear, this Finals, in post-partum, was littered with rhetoric that had built up, and hopefully has now been expelled. Maybe next year we can actually focus on basketball.


Okay, forget I said that. Because we'll always want the stories. The things that crop up around the game. That's what we here at OTB thrive on, isn't it? I'm just ready for a new batch. And I'm ready for these Lakers to lead us there. Can't wait to see what happens. That's right, you and me both Lebron (and Gil, if I'm lucky.)

Lakers-Magic: Tear Something New, Please



2 A.M. Two-Fer? Era-ta? I'm not sure what this. Finals got me spun, I guess. This comes as a preview for the Game 2 that has already transpired (unless what we did today was an incredible exercise in post-modernity), but it holds even more value after Sunday's game. It's a vid discussing Brendan Malone and the Magic's strategy at containing Kobe. Malone is the architect of the infamous "Jordan Rules," used by the Pistons in the late 80s. "The Jordan Rules" were a trademark of the Bad Boys Pistons, and as such stood as a highlight of rough, physical play.

If you saw Game 1 of the NBA Finals, you might be scratching your head a bit at this connection. If you watched Game 2, however, you might find some creedence in what's coming to be known as "The Kobe Rules." Malone makes the good point that in Game 1, it wasn't so much about strategy as it was about execution. Kobe's a little bit of a different animal when compared to MJ or even Lebron. (Last round we saw "The Lebron Rules" take effect, so I'm assuming we'll come to call any strategy geared on stopping a star by similar moniker). Both MJ and Lebron, in my humble opinion, bear the traditional marks of unconscious greatness. (by the way, Simmons totally stole my Robin Williams line for Lebron in his last mailbag) Kobe, on the other hand, is an irresistible convergence of such greatness and an almost meta-cognitive level of care given to his game. It's been said that you can't really prepare for Kobe, as he resists tendencies. Thus, one might expect "The Kobe Rules" to be a bit less effective.



How effective is this Ruler-By-Which-We-Measure-Our-Defense strategy anyway? How long did the Pistons really rule over MJ's playground? Ah, I don't really care. What I care about is what the game Sunday looked like. That Pistons team from the 80s was a trendsetter in that it led to physical teams like the 90s' Knicks. The Lakers' and Magic's run to the finals was nowhere near physicality free. Even at our happy go lucky little site here, we chronicled several instances of physical tension come somewhat to fruition. But in Game 1 and much of Game 2, this kind of "chippy" play has been conspicuously absent.

As we live blogged this game, we were consistently lulled away from our ABC feeds, even though this game was fairly close throughout. Sure, the offense was pretty anemic, but what I really think is going on here is the sad fact that these two teams don't care about each other. And, dynamic as the moving parts here are, we as fans just don't care either. It's intriguing on an intellectual level to see who wins between these two teams, but it's almost like a hypothetical question. It's almost as if we have two leagues and you get to see in an exhibition series who of the two leagues' champions would win. Wait...oh, that's my point. Either the conference set up in the NBA needs to be cleared up or else the playoffs need to be designed differently. Too often, the NBA Finals is barely even the second most important series in any given playoffs. And we can see it in the lack of intensity between these two teams.


I'll give it a few games to see if this can develop into something better. Rivalries, or even their semblance, can only occur over a good number of close contests. In the unlikely event that these two teams meet again next year in the finals, or even if this series goes six or seven games, we could see some much needed emotional gravitas/intensity. So here's hoping. In the mean time, I'll continue to bask in the glow of Lakers victories (while actually rooting for Orlando in real time; best of both worlds, eh?) and wait for next season like Cavs fans. There's something to be said about the regular season vs. this gradual winnowing down.

Magic vs. Cavs: Homoeroticism and Greatness

Okay, that last Era-ta was a bit weak, so let’s make this more of a journey. Pathways, as it were. Last week I was reading about great military leaders, and especially those Romans of eternal renown. Tangentially, I got to reading and consequently thinking (that’s why we read, write, right?) about the importance homoeroticism has played throughout history, or at least the largeness of its presence. What with the PC war (that’s politically correct, not vs. Mac) and homophobia and homophobia-phobia (which, by the way, is really silly when you break into the realm of etymology and see that homophobia means fear of sameness, which is actually good, but we’ve taken and made what?), we have willfully blinded ourselves to the underlying presence of homoeroticism in popular culture. Let me amend that. We’ve blinded ourselves to the presence of underlying homoeroticism in heterocentric popular culture.

What I mean is, I’m not talking about guys kissing guys as a gross out gag in the American Pie series (or a dance off in a night club followed by assless chaps). I’m talking about the relationship Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn have in Wedding Crashers (thank one of my history profs for pointing that one out). I’m talking about the weird love triangle between Harry Potter, his buddy Ron, and whoever that other person is always following them around. Be more sportsy, Sean. I know. I’m talking about professional wrestling, men slathered up to tussle with each other in skimpy outfits. I’m talking about the banter and towel snapping that any young man who’s been on an athletic team has been witness to. I’m talking about the man crushes we sports fans harbor and condone. And that makes them sound like criminals, like we’re merely tolerating these sentiments. Which I guess is my point. They shouldn’t be simply put up with; they should be celebrated!

Look, Shoals pointed out the latent homoerotic potential in fan-hood’s embrace of Dwight Howard. Watching the Cavs-Magic series and possibly our two most heralded physical specimens, with Roman emperors on my mind, I remembered this suggestion, and thought I’d expand a bit upon it. I want to use something else I watched on tv recently as a framework. I want to look at Good Will Hunting. Bear with me.

I’m not saying the movie is about homosexuality at all, so don’t get all in a huff. And I’m not saying the relationship Will and Sean was at all inappropriate. But if you weren’t made uncomfortable by that scene where Robin Williams pushes Matt Damon a bit too far, and it leads to a positive outpouring of emotion, if you didn’t think Williams was a bit too close for comfort, then you’re not human. And I think that’s part of the point of that scene, to show that people who care about you will go the extra step for you, even if it’s uncomfortable. But, digression. What I really want to use here is the tension that is built up towards eruption in this scene, because a good deal of that tension is homoerotic.

Okay, let’s get the players on this little stage I’ve set. Let’s look at Lebron as the Matt Damon figure. Endless potential. Perhaps untapped. And then you’ve got Kobe, who’s obviously the Ben Affleck character. Not nearly as gifted as Damon (in the movie or out of it), and notable for the scene where he makes it painfully obvious. Kobe and Lebron’s Olympic experience is like that scene. Can’t you just see it in Kobe’s actions, in his eyes, the constant, quiet message, the reminder that he worked to get where he is. The silent accusation (which Affleck makes un-silent) that says I would give my left nut to be able to do what you do. I would make so much out of it. I’m waiting for the day you just take off. You owe it to me.

This ties in with the homoerotic undertone, but first the other characters. Dwight must be the Casey Affleck character. A seeming bit player, he seems just glad to be there. In that last scene, he runs up gleefully to take Damon's place, and eventually he lands a few roles showing him to be just as talented as Damon, if not more so. (Gone Baby Gone, and even The Assassination of Jesse James, and let the record show that Jesse James was the role that saw Brad Pitt strike out for recognition as a solid actor, even reach towards greatness. In this, maybe he's like Kobe - see below - but for the record, I'm not buying it. I thoroughly enjoyed young Brad Pitt, when the thoughts he spooled out on screen were raw and seemingly uncut. Pre-The Mexican stuff, for sure. But he's trying too hard now. It lacks the effortlessness that true greatness holds. He'll never be able to get inside me and shake me up like Sean Penn. Look at Johnny Depp, or even Tom Cruise. Their performaces always show one thought, intense, a firebrand, and then the execute it again and again, perfectly. This you could see in Pitt's 12 Monkeys or Fight Club, but he's thinking too much now. It's a strategy that I think works for Russell Crowe, but Pitt's having a hard time pulling it off. Meryl Streep does it well too.) And then I guess Wade is that other guy, but what’s the point of this? It’s not to look at dispositional relationships. Who needs analogies for that? Rather, it’s to look at projections. Thus, it’s unimportant to call Jordan the math guy and Magic the Robin Williams character, though you could. You’d almost like to say it’s inappropriate to do so, but that’d be missing the point of this whole thought.

Look, there’s that scene. Damon’s in bed with Minnie Driver, and he doesn’t want to let her meet his boys. What’s that uneasiness? Yeah, it’s about him being closed off and uncomfortable with letting her into his world. But it’s also about the dissonance between a male-female relationship, the accepting disconnect that occurs there, and the easy, we all come from one-and-the-same existential cloth (that’s Spinoza, if you want to educate yourself) fraternity of male youthfulness. Even when Damon’s in bed with her, he’s still got his boys right there. If anything, the movie’s about stepping out of your comfort zones (but not as simple as that), realizing your potential and applying it (but not as trite as that), and allowing yourself to do the things that really matter to you (there you go, you could’ve thrown a “but most importantly on there”, keep it going), allowing yourself to open up to the world and be vulnerable and be hurt, allowing yourself to be seen hurting. It’s about differentiating between success and happiness, and knowing what to hold on to. It’s about going out on a limb, even though the limb might snap. Because people, it’s all about that limb. Without it, you’re just a trunk, and how sad is that?



But back to basketball. You could say what limb does Lebron have yet to go out on? But you’d be missing the moment. The greatness of right now, the thing people wear shirts to witness, is the phenomenal extent to which Lebron’s potential potentially reaches. Sobering thought, though. I think it’s almost capped. Which is fine. It’s not to say ten more years of this would be a let down by any reach of the mind. But I think, if something doesn’t change, Lebron’s legacy loses a bit of the breathless quality with which it is currently imbued. See, there’s a reason Michael Jordan will always be regarded as the best athlete ever. And there’s a reason Muhammad Ali is right up there with him. They were performers. They understood the dual nature of modern sports. Yes, it’s about athletic ability and accomplishment. But it’s also entertainment. Some people, like Shaq and, to a lesser extent, Kobe seem too ably aware of this. They cater to the lime light. And sometimes it results in brilliant moments of honesty (Shaq) or at least a burgeoning openness that we seem to be gifted with (the other guy). But it doesn’t necessarily equate to greatness. It’s why Magic and Kareem, I think, were so great at showtime. They were innate performers, albeit on opposite ends of the loquacious-energy spectrum. But they didn’t have to think about it. The big moment was the big moment. Bang! They hit you with it right between the eyes. Unconscious. (Them or you, you’re not sure). In the same line of thinking, it’s why I will always remember the lob dunk over the Jail Blazers as the crowning achievement of that Lakers three-peat team. Shaq ran down the court, too ecstatic to pose, and sought out the man responsible for his glee. They embraced. End scene. (and I think in that pairing, Shaq is the Matt Damon character. The three championships were really like Kobe saying, “It’s not your fault,” over and over again, forgiving Shaq for his less than workmanlike work-ethic. Too bad the hug came too early. Damn that enthusiasm, Diesel.

Anyway, I’ve digressed. The crowning support (can that which holds up also exist as any kind of zenith?) in my idea structure is Jordan’s last shot. Supreme showmanship. And yet, not calculated as showmanship. Calculated as greatness. Every moment of MJ’s reign of terror was an instance of him saying, “You WILL remember me for this. And this. And this.” With too many other athletes, it’s too often, “What will you think of this? What will you think of this? What will you think of this?”

It’s an opening up and a buckling down all in the same, fluid movement. Once Lebron learns it, learns to dictate the moment into greatness, then he’ll have achieved his true potential. He’s too focused on the business side right now. I’ve said that before, and I still really hope that dissipates soon. Maybe he has to lose again to learn. Hungry in a different way. After game 2, I thought maybe he’s already learnt, and it’s just waiting to come to fruition. After tonight, it looks like he’s still not quite there (don’t get me wrong, amazing performance, but still lacking something).

Perhaps part of it, too, is that it’s hard to be unconscious when you have to be aware of the rest of your team. Jordan could trust that his shooters were where he needed them to be. And he had Pippen to do all the things that required actual cogitation. Kobe has Pau, and of course he was the thinking man to Shaq’s juggernaut swath of early 2000s greatness. I almost think Kobe is too unconscious right now. Like he’s spent so many hours pre-programming himself that he’s not in full control of which attack sequences play out when. With him it’s hard to tell if he’s the example of greatness gone over the greatness line to approach parody, or if he’s the ultimate thinker, and he’s simply taught himself to think unconsciousness.

Lebron is often compared to a linebacker, but this season he’s looked more and more like a quarterback out there. He’s perpetually barking orders at his teammates, and they love him for it because he’s probably never wrong. I never got it before, but those pre-game rituals were like a post-touchdown celebration. And they showed a type of unconsciousness that I thought had signaled Lebron’s imminent eminence. But we haven’t seen those so much now, have we?

I think this Orlando series has really proved that Lebron has another step to take. And, in retrospect, I think Dwight has shown himself to be truly unconscious, and thus able to step into greatness almost more seamlessly (of course, James is trying to get himself a new cloth). The Moses comparisons came right away. There’s been no looking back and there’s been no hamstringing at the expense of what MIGHT BE there. No, Dwight’s here and now. He’s so goofy, so unrestrained. How did I not see this sooner? Oh man, whoever comes out of the West is in trouble.

Epochrypha: The Sword of a Thousand Truths (Pt. 1)

In sporadically regular installments, OtB brings you a long-form joint re: NBA and its ontological extension unto all of sport. Epochrypha: writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity, but always impassioned and always with an eye on the times we're spectating in. Enjoy.

I've taken today off in order to complete some grad school writing, but first I have to get some of these thoughts off my chest, where they breed. Yesterday, though, at the day job, I went over this quote with my students: "All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in." -Toni Morrison, 1998

Now, this quote is obviously sardonic and offers a biting critique of those who wave flaming swords at the entrance to Eden (not quite as entrancing as the Miles Davis impersonation the archangel Gabriel better be playing if I ever make it to heaven, eh? but it’s a nice story sandwiched between two gates). Id est white-separatists. And I appreciate it on that level. At the same time, I also think it can be important to keep the human actually outside the heavenly. For the sake and integrity of both. This has to do with advanced stats and reality, but first I have to drop a bit more lit on you.

Look, Borges wrote in "on exactitude in science" of a fake empire where the cartographers made maps so detailed they were exact replicas of the land they were meant to chart. Associated Content puts it nicely: "This made the perfect map perfectly useless." At the time, cartography was a much debated and controversial revelation, like phrenology or genetics. How far can you go before you're playing God? But, then, are we not also always inundations of representation? Does not our every word leer with symbolism, standing in place of that to which one is referring? As they say, the devil's in the details. And it can be seen in the much debated and controversial revelation of today: advanced statistics in basketball.

I've been thinking about this while watching the first throes of the post-season. I've been thinking about the purpose of the more and more telling statistical measures in comparison to the descriptions we put down in words. (For more on words vs. numbers and the conflation of such, see: gematria) Okay, they're both the attempt to recreate what goes on in sports. But, and this is not a rip on statistics, the one attempts to boil down games to their essential parts, while the other attempts to exult and extend that which has already been experienced. This was never more apparent than in the casual mention by some analyst that stats could one day replace the games completely. You take chaos theory and any other advanced mathematical conceptions you want to throw out there and, in theory, you could predict what the game would be without actually playing them. Of course, such a thing is said in jest. Still, it's chilling. A breather:



I’ve been wanting to run this (and I was reminded by that beer bottle throwing incident) for a hot second now. Why, because it somehow elegantly (praise Oldman, please) documents what goes on in a "train wreck." How people react to disaster, and how war stimulates an economy. Oldman's character Zorg posits that "life...comes from destruction, disorder, and chaos." He takes an empty glass (not half empty, mind you) and breaks it. He then goes on to explain that this simple act of destruction foments all kinds of heated and fecund sweepings of life. It's not Kierkegaard, I know, but bear with me. See, me? I think it's those invisible, never idle hands that make the world go round. They create the details. They type blog posts, just like this. Zorg? He's like the Kobes and Lebrons of this world (of basketball blogging), the Shaqs that break backboards and twitter about it, if you will. Me? I'm like the little Sasha Vujacic that sweeps up the broken glass.

Who else makes up these invisible hands? The statisticians. The John Hollingers and Kevin Peltons of the world. But also the guys who hand stats to EJ, Kenny, and Charles; the guys who look up the random stuff that comes up when Reggie and the Czar are letting hypotheticals fly. The 15 guys who work under Daryl Morey organizing databases. The ball boys. The guys who mop up the sweat when players fall to the hardwood, who keep the players from slipping and breaking their necks. The associated press writers who get no recognition for the recaps and releases they write. The guys who arrange highlight reels, in game. The cheerleaders. The fans. The stranger next to you who high fives you when D-Ho brings the hammer of Thor down. And Henry Abbot's right. It's not Dwight that makes the game for you (okay, it kinda is); it's the guy you don't even know, but with whom you form a strange kind of bond. It's that guy, that shared experience, which makes the games great.

This is why I think Outside the Boxscore and blogs like it are so important. And I know self-aggrandizing outfits generally dress up the navel gazing thing by looking around for people to whom they might glorify their navel, but look. My esteemed (by me, at least) colleagues don’t do this, and I’m not only talking about us. I’m talking about the entire blogosphere. I'm talking about every team that has ever retired a jersey for the fans. I'm talking about the invisibles as mentioned above. It’s not like I think fans or sports writers are in danger of losing this, of losing their subconscious understanding of the intangibles that make sports great; I just think it’s important to say it’s important once in awhile. I don't want us to get lost in the details, y'know? Furthermore, as the cartographers, we must continue to understand that every map has a legend. A parting note.

"As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think." - Toni Morrison

Epochrypha: Mumbo-Jumbo (Pt. 2 A.M.)


In sporadically regular installments, OtB brings you a long-form joint re: NBA and its ontological extension unto all of sport. Epochrypha: writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity, but always impassioned and always with an eye on the times we're spectating in. Enjoy.

Alright kiddies, temporarily suspending the "biweekly" label from Epochrypha in light of my recent track record. Things are just too helter skelter for the nonce, so maybe the twice-moonly moniker comes back in a fortnight or so. Anyway, all this talk about suspension has me thinking not about Rasheed but rather about Rondo. Why? Because he was assisted from the court Thursday night after scooting past the Bulls' defenders like Hermes (y'know, winged shoes) to the tune of 20-6-11 and 5 steals. It's a non-story. Not the ankle that he turned pre-post-season, he said, just sore feet. That's fine, but I was struck by the way he gamely put off the press. Above, you can check out the sublime David Aldridge reporting on the feet and the ankle. We also get a rare 2009 Ubuntu sighting, which has been rarely mentioned through the title defense run.

I have no problem believing there's nothing wrong with Rondo's feet (DA says it was just a bad tape job), but it does make me think about the Celtics tradition of mind games. They never played them like Phil Jackson does, with choice words seemingly dropped to the media. There's was more an intimidation through attrition. Attrition of one's sense of security, of one's sense of the reliability of reality, even. Look, there was a reason the old Boston Garden was so renowned. It was a bitch to play in for the opposition. The visitor's locker room was had the inverse Mark Cuban touch to it. Hissing pipes, no heat, the (non)works. And the parquet. The finishing touch, really. It had dead zones. The ball wouldn't bounce right in certain spots. And all the Celtics players knew it. And the visitors did not.

So, in light of the pitch perfect handling of the Garnett injury (there was no disappointing announcement until just before the playoffs, meaning there was no end of season let down in expectations and meaning that it served as a rallying cry heading in to the playoffs), I wanted to take a brief glance at the long Celtics history of fudging opponents' sense of reality.

A helping hand: I point you to Ishmael Reed's Mumbo-Jumbo. It documents (and re-defines the word as a verb) the spread of the Jes Grew plague. Via Rastafari Speaks: "When asked about the origins of the sudden explosion . . . an unnamed witness shrugged and said 'It jes grew!' . . . The Jes Grew epidemic was unlike physical plagues. Actually Jes Grew was an anti-plague. Some plagues caused the body to waste away; Jes Grew enlivened the host."

Forget Ubuntu. I'm saying the Celtics are employing all out Jes Grew tactics. What they're saying isn't what's real and we know it (and admire them for it). From Mumbo-Jumbo: "All that's all right, what you speak of, but that ain't all. There's more. And I bet that before the century is out ment will turn once more to mystery, to wonderment." This new batch of feints mean no opponent will know exactly what to expect. Will Rondo be off? Are they completely diminished by injuries? You can't go for the throat for fear it's all feigned. At the same time, you can't exactly get up for them because there're all these images floating around suggesting they're hurting.

Speaking of images, Rose with roses? Jalen, another Rose, with a nice one: "to appreciate the rose, you must appreciate the thorns." This ain't no american beauty. This is a modern day Eliot Ness, trying to take down the big, bad subterfugal (that's like centrifugal, a fictitious force) syndicate. Oh, and lastly? Another incongruity. This vid of Rajon Rondo advertising Red Bull? Obviously a gimmick (questionably) playing off the first round match-up. But more irregular? Rajon's lack of wings in the vid. Dude is straight sleepy. Get up for your promo, son!



More on veils and wool tomorrow, by the by.

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