NBA Post-Lockout Madness

The NBA is completely bonkers right now. With less than two weeks until season’s tip-off, players are being flipped faster than flapjacks at IHOP. Chris Paul has been perfecting his start-and-stop from the comfort of his living room. Dwight Howard can’t fathom his feelings on the long-term viability of the Magic. Lamar Odom, as collateral from the Paul fall-out, whined his way to the Mavs, who were spurned earlier in the week by Tyson Chandler (Knicks). Chauncey Billups took his frequent flier miles to the Clips (though he could be dealt again by the time I finish this sentence) and Big Baby was swapped for Brandon Bass.

Meanwhile, the Celtics thought they had landed Baby’s replacement in David West (Paul’s former wingman) but the Pacers swooped in and snagged him for a cool $20 mil. Consequently, the Hornets are left trying to fill out a roster with Quincy Pondexter and a collection of ball boys. Vinsanity joined Odom in Dallas, which lost Caron Butler to the Clippers, which matched Golden State’s absurd, $43 million qualifying offer to DeAndre Jordan (he with the career 5.9 ppg). T-Mac, Rip Hamilton, Chris Wilcox, Mike Bibby and Dunleavy are on the move as well, though these names seem like afterthoughts compared to the seismic activity higher up.

And all this happened in slightly over a week. It’s certainly enough to make the casual fan’s head spin. The ramifications of this unforseen, pre-season turbulence on the regular season, though, is what really boggles the mind. With little time to mesh, little time to prepare, and a season packed tighter than Delta coach, teams should be in for a wild ride. We’re staring down the barrel of the most slapdash, unforseen and chemistry-bungled season since, dare I say, 1998! Should be a wild ride.

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Disappointing Finals

kobeshootsoverpierceLast week’s NBA Finals should go down as one of the biggest disappointments in league history. Lakers-Celtics was supposed to rekindle the drama and mystique of the Finals; a match-up steeped in tradition, the best team from each conference squaring off in a best-of-seven, no-holes-bared, knockout, high-caliber glitz-fest. The glitz was plentiful, but the high-caliber basketball never really materialized.

Instead, fans were treated to maddeningly inconsistent play. Both teams shuffled between periods of tentative and then dominant basketball. Pau Gasol looked like Tim Duncan one night and then Luc Longley the next. I’m not sure Lamar Odom really ever checked into the series to begin with. Kevin Garnet was at once an offensive force and the next a liability.

This frustrating hodgepodge of championship caliber basketball mixed in with junior varsity incompetence was all going to end, according to ESPN’s Michael Wilbon, with a drag-out, put-it-on-record, overtime beauty in Boston for game 6. Both teams would finally put it together for a full 48 minutes and NBA fans would be treated to what they had deserved since game 1. Unfortunately, someone forgot to pass the memo on to the Lakers, who win the award for largest egg laid in Finals history. The Kobe-Bryant-“lead” Lakers never showed up. Period. In the biggest game of many players’ careers, it was a baffling and almost depressing display. Bryant, who from now on shall never, ever again be mentioned in the same breath as Michael Jordan (can you imagine Jordan choking so royally during his team’s season-deciding game?) brought all the fire and machismo of a garden snail to the proceedings. The Lakers showed no interest in taking the game and, consequently, wilted in the face of the Celtics’ game 6 passion and desire.

In summation, the 2008 Finals fell far, far short of our lofty expectations. As an NBA fan I felt let down and terribly disappointed. But as a life-long Celtics fan, one who has suffered through the careers of Dino Rajda, Pervis Ellison, and Antoine Walker, well, excuse me while I light up this cigar.

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