On Wednesday morning, Detroit Pistons coach Stan Van Gundy addressed a group of reporters at a pre-game shootaround in Phoenix. Van Gundy can be equally charming and provocative in these settings, but because he talked about the presidential election his words have been labeled a "rant." That’s exactly the wrong term. A rant is wild and unfocused. Van Gundy was remarkably clear and direct. Calling it a rant is the language of normalization. (You can listen to the audio here to choose your own qualifier, if you’d like.)
"I didn’t vote for (George W.) Bush, but he was a good, honorable man with whom I had political differences, so I didn’t vote for him. But for our country to be where we are now, who took a guy who -- I don’t care what anyone says, I’m sure they have other reasons and maybe good reasons for voting for Donald Trump -- but I don’t think anybody can deny this guy is openly and brazenly racist and misogynistic and ethno-centric, and say, ‘That’s OK with us, we’re going to vote for him anyway.'"
"We have just thrown a good part of our population under the bus, and I have problems with thinking that this is where we are as a country."
On Friday, Spurs coach Gregg Popovich had his say while acknowledging his position of privilege: "I'm a rich white guy, and I'm sick to my stomach thinking about it. I can't imagine being a Muslim right now, or a woman, or an African American, a Hispanic, a handicapped person. How disenfranchised they might feel. And for anyone in those groups that voted for him, it's just beyond my comprehension how they ignore all of that. My final conclusion is, my big fear is --- we are Rome."
Multiple players also expressed their dissatisfaction with the outcome, many in terms less vociferous than Van Gundy and Pop. That’s probably not an accident. Players have long known to be guarded in group media settings. LeBron James and Carmelo Anthony, for example, spoke of taking on responsibility as leaders, thus turning the political into a personal mission.
"Now is our responsibility as men and women to take it into our hands and be role models and be our own leaders, at this point, regardless of who is the commander in chief," Anthony told reporters on Wednesday. "People don’t know what to do at this point. I think it’s up to us as individuals to lead and everybody leads in their own way."
James, for his part, wouldn’t commit to a return visit to the White House under a new administration should the Cavs win the championship again. Still others around the league were conciliatory and cautiously hopeful. No doubt a few were privately elated.
No matter how you feel about any of the words spoken throughout the NBA this week, they are all intensely political. By its very nature and makeup, the NBA is a political league. It is one the few public spheres in American life where black men are so visible and have a measure of power and influence. This generation of players in particular have shown a willingness to engage at a grassroots level and empower kids from disadvantaged backgrounds. Those kids, like so many other minority groups, have been marginalized by the tone and tenor of the election. It’s at that level where there’s real work to be done.
By its actions, the NBA is also a political entity. Tuesday’s election brought about the apparent defeat of North Carolina governor Pat McCrory, whose passage of the law known as HB2 led to the NBA’s decision to move this year’s All-Star Game out of Charlotte. (McCrory hasn’t conceded and the vote won’t be certified until late November.) Whatever role it played in the electoral outcome, the NBA’s decision helped bring the law into the public’s view.
Public advocacy has at times been an uncomfortable role for a league that must sell their game to the world. It’s a game, after all, that’s played by millionaires for the financial benefit of billionaires. It has not always acted swiftly nor decisively, but when the NBA has chosen to take the lead on social issues it has yielded results. That must continue for its voices to have impact.
Those voices have not been silent. It wasn’t the first time Van Gundy, Anthony, or Popovich have expressed their views, nor will it be the last. They’ve been talking about education and civil liberties since long before the election. Just this past week there was a piece on The Undefeated about Popovich who they called "the wokest coach in the league."
As Pop told Marc Spears: "It’s pretty obvious that the national stain of slavery continues to permeate our social system in this country. People want to ignore it, don’t want to talk about it, because it’s inconvenient."
We are here now at this moment because it can no longer be inconvenient or uncomfortable to talk about racism and intolerance. This is why we need the NBA. Not because of that old corny pablum about how sports brings us together. No, we’re way, way beyond that now.
We need the NBA, not merely as a distraction, but as a community that stands against bigotry in all its forms. It’s an international community, built upon the very best notions of diversity and inclusion. And it’s a community that will fight for its beliefs.
This is the league that gave us Bill Russell, who worked for civil rights at great risk to himself and his family. It’s the league that gave us Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, a man who publicly converted to Islam at the height of his powers and continues to be its vocal conscience. It’s a league that welcomed Yao Ming, Arvydas Sabonis, and Dirk Nowitzki to its ranks, thereby opening the sport’s borders and becoming a truly global game. It’s the league that embraced Jason Collins when he publicly came out, and it’s a league whose players elected a black woman, Michele Roberts, to be their advocate.
It may be of small comfort this week, but for anyone who follows the NBA, this is our community. This is who we are.
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In the words of a friend, let’s basketball. Here are five early season teams trends worth watching.
Atlanta addressed its rebounding woes: When the Hawks made the decision to transition from Al Horford to Dwight Howard it fundamentally altered the makeup of their pace-and-space ethos. That team was a lot of fun to watch when everything clicked. Unfortunately, their magical elixir proved to be an ineffective tonic against LeBron James and the Cavs. One of the primary culprits was rebounding and in Howard they know have a giant who can patrol the paint and control the glass. He was magnificent in a 17-rebound outing against the Cavs earlier in the week that snapped Atlanta’s 11-game losing streak against its nemesis.
Charlotte’s defense is once again outstanding: During his four seasons in Charlotte, Steve Clifford has has routinely fielded top-flight units without top-flight talent. This year’s squad with a healthy Michael Kidd-Gilchrist is one of the league’s best. MKG is a hellraiser on the perimeter, capable of shutting down top wing scorers, but the strength of the Hornets defense is as a team unit that plays on a string. And to think, they’re doing it without Roy Hibbert, who has been out with a knee injury. The Hornets schedule is about to get tougher, but this team is no fluke.
Boston’s defense has slipped dramatically: On the flipside, we have the Celtics’ sieve-like unit that is near the bottom of the league in points allowed per 100 possessions. The injury-related absences of Horford, Jae Crowder, and Kelly Olynyk (an underrated team defender in their scheme) have played a major role in their unraveling, but the Celtics have been afflicted with a team-wide hustle malady. This is not a squad that will overwhelm you with talent, and its greatest strength in years past was simply playing harder than their opponent.
Dalllas’ shooting will improve: Not a lot has gone right for the Mavericks through the first few weeks. Dirk Nowitzki’s battles with a balky Achilles injury is concerning enough, but the Mavs’ shooting percentages have also tumbled. The Mavericks have taken the ‘right’ shots, they just haven’t gone in enough. Nowitzki was off to a slow start and Wes Matthews has also struggled. Both have impressive track records so a bounce-back seems likely. The silver lining for Dallas has been the play of Harrison Barnes, who has taken the lead role offensively and responded with better than 20 points per game. That’s not likely to continue, but then neither is a 25th-ranked offense for a team that has routinely ranked in the top third.
The Timberwolves will be fine, eventually: The team Tom Thibodeau inherited is long on young talent, but short on defensive acumen. Since the latter happens to be Thibs’ calling card, it was only natural to expect immediate improvements on that end of the floor. Even Thibodeau’s most ardent admirers had to concede that he wouldn’t be able to turn the Wolves around in a month. It hasn’t helped that invaluable point guard Ricky Rubio has missed all but two games with a sprained elbow, but the Wolves allow an unhealthy amount of made shots and foul too much. Both can be chalked up to a young team learning a new scheme and both can be overcome in time.
"Everybody in this locker room, including myself, the coaches, we have to start knowing what we're supposed to be doing. The scouting report, we pay attention to it. And then we get away from it as soon as that ball is thrown up in the air. We lock in on that and we'll be fine."-- Bulls forward Jimmy Butler after a loss to Atlanta.
Reaction: Although it seems like it’s going around.
"He is playing at another level right now. He’s saving possessions, he’s creating possessions, he’s creating offense and tonight he hit a three."-- Kyle Lowry on teammate DeMar DeRozan.
Reaction: DeRozan is averaging 34 points on better than 53 percent shooting with an absurd 37.5 usage rate. And yes, he’s even hit a couple of threes to go with his steady diet of midrange jumpers and trips to the free throw line. It’s way past time we acknowledge just how good he’s been and how good he’s become.
"Are you kidding me, we were 0-8 and fighting for our lives. Everything that we've done in some kind of way had gone bad. To be able to finish the game and come away with a win, it's relief. We're not going to say it was just another game."-- Pelicans coach Alvin Gentry after finally breaking through with a victory.
Reaction: At last some good news for the Pelicans, who also received word that point guard Jrue Holiday will be joining them soon. Then they lost by 27 at home to the Lakers. Gah.
"I've kept in touch from everybody there besides Pat. From the owners on down. It's nothing but respect, and I have no hard feelings. I understand what Pat is, he's a competitor. I've been knowing him for 13 years so I expect no different. People might not believe me, but I have no hard feelings toward Pat. Everything happened the way it was supposed to happen, everything happens for a reason, so I'm fine."-- Bulls guard Dwyane Wade to CSN’s Vince Goodwill on his departure from Miami.
Reaction: It’s a shame that it came to this, but perhaps everyone involved is in a better place. Wade has been a boon for a Bulls team trying to stay relevant, while Pat Riley and the Heat can attempt to rebuild with younger players and eventual cap room.
BOSTON -- For several minutes on Friday night, the Golden State Warriors attained basketball nirvana. It wasn’t just the deluge of points, or how they scored them. We’ve become accustomed to the barrage of 3-pointers, dunks, and layups. It certainly wasn’t how they celebrated. The Zaza Pachulia shimmy will live forever in our nightmares.
It was how they defended, jumping passing lanes, and forcing turnovers. All of that turned chaos into an artful ballet of beautiful basketball and casual disrespect.
Those extended minutes, which turned a competitive game into a rout, are what we imagined the Warriors would look like this season. That it hasn’t happened more often is either a sign that they’re saving themselves for the long haul, or an indication that they haven’t fully arrived yet. Perhaps it signals that we haven’t come to terms with how we view them yet.
Forget for a moment the wins and losses, the parochial triumphalism and the distant schadenfreude. What do we, the basketball watching universe, want from this team?
So far this season we know that we can’t have perfection. That was clear on opening night when the Spurs came to town and drilled them. It’s been evident in games they’ve won without the benefit of a consistent, sustained effort. We can also assume that we won’t have a season-long quest for immortality. We already had 73 wins and that pursuit proved to be more draining than necessary. There’s the championship chase, of course, but that’s for the spring. There’s a whole season to account for before we can get there and so we’re left with that question.
It’s lingered in the background since Kevin Durant agreed to join Steph Curry, Klay Thompson, and Draymond Green. You can build a playoff team around a great player. You can have a contender with two and win championships with three. But with four, the possibilities are endless and daunting to comprehend. So, I asked Warriors coach Steve Kerr to remove himself from the day-to-day and cast himself as a commentator. What would he want to see?
"Selflessness," Kerr answered. "I’d just want to see the ball move between four guys who are All-Stars. But not in a pass-up-shots kind of way. I’d want to see some flow and aggressiveness. If you’re open fire away, if not, move it on. How many easy shots can this team get. That’s really the same thing I’m looking for as coach."
Selflessness is an interesting word. The phrase we hear over and over again is sacrifice. It’s the hallmark of any great team over the years. Players give it a little to gain a lot. Whether it was Tim Duncan stepping back to allow Tony Parker room to flourish or Chris Bosh extending his game beyond the 3-point line, great teams have always demanded a personal pound of flesh for the benefit of the greater good.
But selflessness is different. If sacrifice is a utilitarian construct, selflessness is utopian. It imagines a space where these players, great as they are individually, commit acts of basketball generosity not through gritted teeth but because they are right there in front of them to be made. It’s a brilliant goal for a long season because it’s an unattainable concept, but it’s a real goal for the Warriors because it’s not out of the realm of the possibility.
It manifests itself in small ways. It’s a give-and-go between Draymond Green and Andre Iguodala that ends with satisfied grins going down the floor. It’s a four-pass whipsaw sequence that brokered good scoring chances into an uncontested layup. It’s impossible to play this way all the time, but the Warriors are beginning to play this way some of the time, and that’s more than enough to pile up regular season wins.
The Warrior coaches have been content to let this develop organically. They critique and correct when needed, but the larger picture is the thing and it might be a good sign that it’s not altogether clear in late November. There is something to play 82 games for, after all, and they are in no rush.
There’s a parallel to be drawn with the Miami Heat, who were not as fully realized as we wanted them to be when they took the court together back in 2010. It took them more than a year to figure out how they could function seamlessly on the court together within a system that blended their individual talents and resulted in a team that will stand for all time.
"I think it was probably a lot harder for Miami," Kerr said. "I think our guys fit better naturally because of the floor spacing and the playmaking. Doesn’t mean it’s going to click all the time or right away, but it just seems like it’s more natural."
That’s an unusually high bar, but the Warriors aren’t going to get much sympathy from anyone as those Heat teams also learned. Like the Warriors, the Heat were derided nationally for their team-building approach. Eventually they were granted respect and admiration for their style of play, even if some of that was given grudgingly in some quarters. That same dynamic will be in play for Golden State if it succeeds on these terms and it’s worth noting that the Warriors have not faced nearly the same vitriol in opposing arenas as the Heat did during their infancy.
The Warriors also have the advantage of a head start. The core of the team has been together for years and already achieved great success. They do not need to revamp everything they do because the blueprint is still viable. Continuity is a key ingredient, but the Warriors are not fools. They know that it’s not as easy as plugging in KD for Harrison Barnes and going about their business as if nothing has changed.
"It’s dramatically different when you add a superstar than when you add a role player," Kerr said. "We’re still building. We’re still figuring some stuff out. We’re not relying on everything we’ve been able to rely on the last two years. It’s obviously a welcome addition because Kevin is that good."
With Durant on board, Kerr can play him and Thompson together with the reserves when Curry sits. That creates a dynamic second unit that often thrived in past years even without a designated scorer. When Durant and Thompson sit, Kerr can deploy Curry and Green together. When all four are active there should never be a weakened offensive lineup on the floor. Kerr has also used his small ball lineup of doom a tick more regularly so far this season. Not surprisingly, that lineup with Durant in place of Barnes is even more devastating than it was last season.
It’s been a slow burn, but after losing to the Lakers early in November, the Warriors put up 611 points over their next five games. After rolling through the Raptors on Wednesday, Golden State became the first team in 26 years to generate 30 or more assists and shoot over 50 percent in five straight games. Against Boston, that percentage dipped just below 50 percent, but they still racked up 33 assists on 44 made shots. It’s staggering what this team can do, and they know it.
"We go over our offensive stuff a lot, but to be honest, I could roll the ball out and we’re going to score a lot of points because our guys are skilled and talented," Kerr said. "Our focus is taking care of the ball. The best thing for your defense is good offense. If you score and don’t turn the ball over it’s an immense help to your defense."
Defense has been the glaring weakness, as much as a team that is 11-2 can have one. Their issues are not difficult to pin down. Opponents are taking it to them inside, shooting over 64 percent inside the restricted area and letting fly from the outside when not doing damage on the interior. One of the key defensive scriptures is making your opponent take bad shots. In this era, bad shots are inefficient shots and the Warriors aren’t making teams take enough of them. When they do force misses, they’re not getting enough rebounds.
Their problems protecting the paint and sweeping the boards are primarily a function of swapping out Andrew Bogut for Pachulia. We knew all that coming into the season, so none of this has been terribly surprising. Everyone in the league would have done exactly the same thing if it meant getting Durant in his prime. Obviously.
They have an obvious need for a rip-protecting big man, but barring a trade one isn’t likely to materialize. Do they actually need one to reach their full potential? If the answer is no, then there is little hope for the rest of the league.
What’s also slipped are the recovery mechanisms that made Golden State so damn good in recent years: perimeter defense, help defense, hustle defense. It’s there sometimes and other times it’s not. Both traits are emblematic of a highly successful basketball team in November, especially one that knows it can outscore anyone at any time.
"I think the biggest challenge for our guys is to keep the intensity for 48 minutes," Kerr said. "They tend to feel like they can outscore people, which they can, but it’s not a very good recipe for success against good teams and in the playoffs. We’ve got to get better defensively. We know that."
What we do not know yet is how good they are, and whether they can possibly measure up to anyone’s expectations. This is unchartered territory and the answer isn’t likely to reveal itself in the mundane matter of winning regular season basketball games. All we have at this point are the moments of brilliance and the tantalizing possibility that something more is there to be discovered.
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One of the fascinating phenomenons in a player’s career arc is The Leap. For some, it means coming into their own as a rotation player. For others, it’s establishing themselves as a starter or even a star. For these five players, it means elevating their games into a different stratosphere.
Giannis Antetokounmpo: Everyone’s favorite Freak is averaging better than 21 points, 8 rebounds, 5 assists and 2 blocks per game. The list of players who have hit those marks over the course of a season is one: Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Throw in two steals per game and the company Giannis keeps is his alone (hat tip to Shootaround friend Jared Dubin). In other words, no one has ever done what Antetokounmpo is doing and here’s where we remind you that he’s still just 22 years old. Giannis has long been an internet sensation. Now he’s becoming a legit franchise player for a team that desperately needs one.
Jimmy Butler: What more does Butler need to do to establish himself among the elite? He’s already a two-time All-Star and an Olympian with a gold medal. Like all the players on this list, his shooting percentages have surged to seemingly unsustainable levels and his Usage Rate is off the charts. That accounts for his uptick in scoring and Butler is also rebounding at a higher rate. The story so far is that he is taking on an even bigger role in their offense and thriving even with Dwyane Wade and Rajon Rondo as running mates. He is clearly the Bulls’ best player, but he might be the second-best player in the Eastern Conference and that’s new territory.
DeMar DeRozan: No player has caused more of a sensation this season than the mid-range maestro who is scorching teams with his quaintly orthodox game. There isn’t anyone, with the exception of DeRozan himself, who believes he can continue to produce at this level without a reliable 3-point shot. But he keeps doing it anyway. His latest masterpiece was a 34-point effort against Golden State that included 17 free throws in 17 attempts. The more DeRozan produces, the more his critics suggest that it won’t mean a thing until he does it in the playoffs, which, fair. But it’s November and we can only go with what we’ve seen to this point
Kemba Walker: The Charlotte point guard has long resided among the ranks of players who also received consideration during All-Star selection periods. Throughout his career he’s been good, maybe even underrated or underappreciated, but not quite a star-level performer. He’s averaging almost 26 points per game on what looks like unsustainable levels of accuracy, but he’s also taking better shots and getting to the free throw line at a higher clip. Walker has always carried himself like a star in the best possible sense of the word: he’s willing to take huge shots and shoulder the offensive load for a team that needs his ability to create offense. The difference is that he’s performing like one consistently.
Andrew Wiggins: The third year is supposedly the time when all the hard work and forced game experience begins to manifest itself, not only in the numbers, but also in terms of wins and losses. Wiggins is averaging over 26 points per game and shooting over 54 percent from beyond the arc. His post-up game is becoming more consistent and less mechanical. That’s indicative of hours spent in the gym working on his craft. However, that hasn’t translated yet into wins for a young Wolves team that is still learning hard lessons. The next step for Wiggins is arguably the toughest. It’s understanding game situations and performing in the moment. The signs of an individual breakout are here. The rest of the season will paint a clearer picture of where he stands among the league’s best.
"You can't hold up the whole team because you and your mom and your posse want to spend an extra night in Cleveland. I always thought Pat had this really nice vibe with his guys. But something happened there where it broke down. I do know LeBron likes special treatment. He needs things his way."-- Phil Jackson.
Reaction: Perhaps we take it for granted that the word ‘posse’ coming from an older white man directed at young black men is loaded with dismissiveness. Perhaps it’s a generational thing and it’s not surprising that a baby boomer would be out of touch with this era. Perhaps we could learn something from this moment.
"It just sucks that now at this point having one of the biggest businesses you can have both on and off the floor, having a certified agent in Rich Paul, having a certified business partner in Maverick Carter that's done so many great business [deals], that the title for young African-Americans is the word ‘posse.'"-- LeBron James.
Reaction: It really doesn’t matter if you think Phil’s comments were racist, inappropriate, coded or whatever. Instead of wondering if they were offensive, maybe listen to the people who were offended and learn something about someone else’s world view. That’s called empathy.
"'I’m going to be perfectly honest here, I've used that word before, OK. And when that all came out I had to ask myself, have I ever used that word before with a white player, and the answer is no. So, I think, look, you have to be aware of the language and you have to be aware a little bit of your own biases if you're going to overcome them and so I took that seriously."-- Pistons coach Stan Van Gundy.
Reaction: See? It’s not that hard. Language is not static. It evolves. We should try to do so too.
"A big part of learning is trial and error, so when you go through something and it doesn’t work, you should learn from it. The second time around, it shouldn’t be the same way. That has to change. That has to change, and it has to change fast."-- Wolves coach Tom Thibodeau after another third quarter collapse.
Reaction: On the one hand we want to see tangible growth. On the other, the young Wolves still need seasoning. Where’s the line between the two, and when do results become more important than experience? There is no right answer to this, certainly not in November. Thibs publicly challenged his team and the Wolves responded with a thorough beatdown of a bad Philly team. Then they got drilled by Memphis. The status quo is becoming uncomfortable.
Reaction: The Blazers are clearly searching right now. They’re missing a couple of key players including Al Farouq-Aminu and free agent acquisition Evan Turner has struggled to find his way with his new team. They’ve been out of sync offensively and a disaster on the defensive end, ranking dead last in points per 100 possessions. If they can salvage something out of their five-game road trip it would go a long way toward righting the ship.
BOSTON -- Kawhi Leonard talks now. He talks to the coaches after timeouts and before the huddle. He talks to his teammates on the court, many of whom are new to San Antonio and the Spurs way of doing things. He talks on the plane and he talks in the locker room, making a point of being available to answer postgame questions.
Leonard has emerged this season a team leader. Of all the many internal developments that are taking place within the Spurs ecosystem, this may be the most important.
"He’s not just doing it by example anymore," Spurs guard Danny Green told me. "He’s leading by action."
This may not seem like a natural fit for player who is shy to the point of reticence, but it is a necessary one now that Tim Duncan has retired. The way Leonard sees it, he has the experience to voice his opinion.
"Definitely, I want to be vocal," he said. "If I see something they’re doing right, if I see something they’re doing wrong, I just want to point that out and keep getting better."
His methods are suitably subtle: a small conversation about proper spacing here, a note about pick-and-roll coverages there. Leonard is not demonstrative, flashy, or given to anything that would be in any way considered an antic. And that’s perfectly fine for the Spurs who were defined for two decades by Duncan’s steady, reserved persona.
"He’s never going to be a towel waver," Spurs coach Gregg Popovich said. "He speaks to me about things that he sees now. He comes into timeouts, if he’s not happy with what’s going on on the court. That’s all good.
"I’d rather have him do that than beat his chest and wiggle his shoulders and stare at the camera and all that other crap," Pop continued. "That doesn’t seem to make much sense. I’d rather have it the other way and work on him to be a leader in the timeouts, in the locker room, on the plane. That kind of stuff."
This is the latest step in Leonard’s remarkable evolution. Now in his sixth season and entering his athletic prime, Leonard is averaging over 25 points a game and taking on an even bigger role in the Spurs’ offense. His usage rate has spiked to over 30 percent of the team’s possessions while keeping his turnovers low, and shooting over 93 percent from the free throw line. He’s defending as he always has, smothering opposing wings and engulfing errant passes.
There’s a natural tendency to wonder how long he can keep this up. Many an emerging star has allowed their defense to take a step back when asked to step up more on the offensive end. It was one thing when Leonard was a cog in the Spurs machine, albeit a featured cog the last few years. It’s another to do so now when Duncan is no longer around to patrol the back line and hold everyone accountable. Naturally, Pop dismissed those concerns.
"He’s done it for us the entire time he’s been there," Popovich said. "At the offensive end, I think our players get less minutes than other players at those positions if I’m not mistaken. I don’t think he’s ever going to be worn out. I’m not going to play him like Latrell Sprewell. The bottom line is that he’s getting paid to do both. So get your ass out there and do both, if you want to know the truth. If you don’t want to do both then we’ll pay you $4 million."
Leonard’s backstory is one of the true wonders of this age. A mid first-round selection who arrived at the expense of Pop favorite George Hill, Leonard willed his way to the upper echelon through long hours and work with renowned skills coaches Chad Forcier and Chip Engelland. The Spurs initially wanted him to be a bigger version of Bruce Bowen. What they got was one of the best two-way forwards in the game.
"We’d be exaggerating if we said we knew what he was going to be," Pop said. "Kind of like Manu (Ginobli). Or Tony (Parker). It just worked out for us. We needed size when we made that trade. Kawhi had such size and we thought he had the foot speed to move from an inside player to the three position. So we decided to roll the bones and found out that he’s got the same attitude that Tim Duncan had. He comes early, he stays late, he wants to be great. He’s just a sponge."
This is how the Spurs do it. They find hidden gems in the draft and develop them into starters and useful rotation players. Every once in awhile a future Hall of Famer comes along. It’s scouting, it’s development, it’s players who have more to offer than meets the eye and are willing to work for it.
In his way, Leonard is the embodiment of everything the Spurs have stood for over the years. He’s a self-made player in a selfless system that needed a focal point. As it was for Duncan and as it was for Parker and Ginobli before him, it was simply his turn to take over.
Leonard’s evolution in the Spurs’ hierarchy has been so seamless that there is once again a tendency to take what he and the Spurs have accomplished for granted. That would be a mistake because while the wins and losses look the same in the standings, the methods look very different on the court.
In an era of small, they’ve doubled down on big. Having perfected pace-and-space, they’ve become a mid-range monster thanks to the additions of LaMarcus Aldridge and Pau Gasol. While the offense still hums along, there are visible cracks in the foundation. Without Duncan, their starters have not played the level of defense we’ve been accustomed to seeing.
Their salvation defensively to this point has come from an unlikely cast of characters making up their reserve unit that includes Patty Mills, Jonathon Simmons, David Lee, Davis Bertans, and the ageless Manu Ginobli. It is different and in a way change has been a little refreshing, even if it’s daunting to consider life without Timmy.
"It’s very different, a new look, a new locker room," Green said. "Not just without him but with all the new faces. We have a lot of new guys. We took it for granted the last three or four years that everybody knew where to be, knew where to go. Now it’s different. We have to actually talk it out, communicate with each other.
"One thing that Tim was great at that we took for granted, that everybody in our league took for granted, was how great he was for us defensively," Green added. "We’re still finding our way, blocking shots, playing pick and roll defense, rebounding. Tim did all those things for us regardless of how well he shot the ball. And he was a great passing big too. Those two things were big keys that we’re missing right now."
Even with all that, the Spurs are on a winning streak that reached nine in a row after beating the Wizards on Saturday. They are once again flying under the radar in classic Spurs fashion.
No discussion of contenders is complete without the Spurs, yet few place them alongside Golden State, Cleveland, and even the Clippers in the initial conversation. There are questions about their ability to match up athletically with the top teams and concerns about their defense that’s slipped from its elite perch. Still, they keep winning games.
As Celtics coach Brad Stevens put it: "They sleep, they eat, they go through your stuff and then they execute you to death and leave your arena successful."
The Spurs can’t be ignored, but they are far from a finished product. They’re not rebuilding, obviously, but they are retooling for life in a post Duncan world. Popovich has always taken the long view with the regular season. He uses the 82 games to experiment with lineups and personnel. Since he keeps his starters’ minutes in the low 30s, role players get chances to prove themselves. And there a lot of new roles to flesh out.
On Wednesday, Parker ran the show down the stretch in a win over Charlotte. On Friday it was his understudy Mills who received the crunch-time minutes. Bertans has been terrific with his shooting and athleticism. Lee has been resurrected as a backup big who brings rebounds, points, and energy. Against the Celtics, Pop benched his entire starting five after they fell behind by double digits. His second group stabilized the game and played a key role in the fourth quarter. The one constant throughout was Leonard.
"It’s not really developed yet, but tonight they were good," Popovich said. "Bertans was amazing. He and David Lee were super. Patty Mills off the bench was solid. Kawhi is Kawhi. We start to take him for granted."
The result was another win in somebody else’s building and another monster performance from their taciturn superstar. It’s just like old times for the Spurs, even if it all feels so new.
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It’s Thanksgiving weekend, so let’s celebrate the cornucopia of goodness the league has provided for us this season.
A new CBA is coming: Labor peace has been a fragile thing in the NBA since the ‘90s, but we appear to be heading toward a brand new day of harmony in the relationship between management and players. That fresh outlook couldn’t come at a better time because the league is basking in television money and positive press. All the while, the NFL gets raked for bad ratings and MLB seems headed toward its own labor precipice. With freakish young stars, juggernaut teams, and the best player of his generation still going strong, the NBA is poised to enter a new golden era at just the right moment.
Unicorns aplenty: The word of the year is Unicorn, a mythical 7-foot beast that shoots threes and can do everything else that big men are supposed to do on a court. Look around and you’ll find Karl-Anthony Towns, Anthony Davis, Kristaps Porzingis, Joel Embiid and honorary pegasus Giannis Antetokounmpo. These guys are the future of the league and they haven’t come close to realizing their full potential yet. There is no limit to what these guys can do. The only barrier is their organization’s imagination.
Super teams are fun: Let’s be honest about something: the Warriors are the worst supervillains since Paste Pot Pete took on the Fantastic Four (look it up, true believers). They’re just not that evil, but they are really fun to watch when not laying waste to your favorite team. Love them or hate them, we have to acknowledge the Warriors, and the NBA is always stronger when there’s a team that attracts this much attention. The parity alternative is nice in theory but deadly dull in practice. The only thing the NBA can’t ever be is boring.
The LeBron era has been better than we acknowledge: Four MVPs, back-to-back titles in Miami, and six straight Finals appearances weren’t enough. It took winning a third championship after trailing 3-1 for everyone to appreciate just how special James has been to the game. LeBron may never match Michael Jordan’s ring count, but like Jordan, he has so thoroughly dominated his era that everyone else is tied for second. Savor this now because it won’t be long until we’re all looking for the next LeBron the way we waited for a MJ successor.
This year’s draft might be really, really good: We’ve been down this road many times in the past and we always seem to get it wrong. Hyped drafts wind up looking worse in retrospect and there are hidden gems scattered throughout weak ones. What makes this year’s pack of prospects so interesting is that there are at least five players in the running for the top pick and all are freshmen. Per DraftExpress, 13 of the top 16 players are first-year college players with one sophomore and a pair of international teenagers in the mix. That’s an awful lot of young talent to pick through over the next few months as teams inevitably fall back from the pack.
"My desire to win here is the same. I go out there and play. I don’t care what the record is. I just go out there and play. I have to lead this team and make sure my guys are always happy and high energy. I don’t care what people say about our team. They’re not in our locker room seeing us, not part of our group. That’s all white noise."-- New Orleans forward Anthony Davis to the Vertical’s Shams Charania.
Reaction: That’s been AD’s refrain since he came into the league. He desperately wants to make it work in New Orleans and doesn’t really like it when people bring up the inevitable questions about his future. The good news is the Pels are starting to get it together since Jrue Holiday returned.
"Oh, no question (it’s) better now than ever. Like I’m saying, we both have matured so much, and our communication is amazing right now, so sometimes it takes time. That's what (happened) with me and (Blake Griffin), and there's nothing like it right now. We are having some of the most fun that we've had in our time together.-- Clipper guard Chris Paul to USA Today’s Sam Amick.
Reaction: You never know when things will click. That it’s taken the Clippers this long to reach their potential is a reminder that patience is a noble virtue in the NBA. Let’s assume they continue to roll and stay healthy (both strong assumptions, granted). If they can do both we will finally once and for all reckon with this incredibly strange 6-year run.
"What can I say about Mike Conley? He’s just getting closer and closer to the guy I want him to be; the killer I want him to be. I’m really proud of his openness to it and trying to adapt to what I want him to be."-- Memphis coach David Fizdale.
Reaction: Every generation has a player like Conley: underappreciated by everyone except those who watch him play every night. Conley is the best player in the league to never make an All-Star team and that should change this season if he can continue thriving in his expanded role in new coach David Fizdale’s offense.
"He’s a great player already. I didn’t do anything magical. He's just, he's playing great, he's being aggressive when he catches the ball in the post, getting to the free throw line, a big post threat for us."-- Cavs coach Ty Lue on Kevin Love.
Reaction: After dropping 40 on the Blazers, including 34 in the first quarter, Love is averaging a shade under 22 points a game. He’s also getting 10 rebounds a night, meaning he is once again a 20-10 player as he was in Minnesota. One of Lue’s big maneuvers after taking over the head job was to fully integrate Love into the team’s offensive structure. Love is no longer a forgotten man in the corner and the Cavs now have a true Big Three.
"Now the challenge — like we've been saying all the time — is to bring that same mindset and effort on the road. We have four on the road, all against good teams. All against teams that are .500 or better. It's going to be a really tough week."-- Pistons coach Stan Van Gundy after a win over the Clippers.
Reaction: The Pistons have steadied themselves after losing eight of 10 and are hovering around .500 without point guard Reggie Jackson. That’s a minor accomplishment considering how much Jackson means to their offense, but also an indication that Detroit wasn’t as solid as we suspected. Friday’s win over the Clippers was their finest performance with six players in double figures. They’ll need that balance on the road.
What do you do with DeMarcus Cousins? Man, that’s a loaded question.
The short answer: nothing. Already an established All-Star and now an Olympian, Cousins is off to the best start of his career. He’s averaging over 28 points a game to go along with his usual 10 rebounds and 3 assists, and is arguably the best player the Sacramento Kings franchise has ever seen (shout out to Chris Webber). Cousins is also clearly in his prime. You don’t trade players like DeMarcus Cousins. You do everything you can to build a solid foundation of talent around them.
Because Cousins plays for the Sacramento Kings, the long answer is … complicated. Boogie and the Kings haven’t come close to the postseason during their six-plus seasons together, topping out a mere 33 wins last year. They’ve burned through five coaches during that span and spun their wheels repeatedly in search of a quick fix when a patient approach would have done quite nicely.
So, here we are again. As the calendar turns to December, the winds of winter bring with them the annual season of Boogie trade rumors. At the moment they are mere speculative whispers. But Cousins has another year left on his contract beyond this season. If the Kings ever did get serious about moving on, now would be the time.
Trading Cousins would certainly give the franchise a jolt and a new direction. But on the other hand, why would they? They just opened their new arena and dudes that average 28 and 10 don’t come around very often, if ever. Teams in Sacramento’s position who have a talent like Cousins hold on tight to the very end. Yet, most teams in their position have shown tangible signs of progress.
Per usual, the Kings are on the fringes of playoff contention, roughly equidistant between the 8th spot and the 14th in the West. Their roster is once again transitional. There are three rookies who barely play along with a grab bag of veterans and holdovers for a team that turned over half its personnel in the offseason. Seven years into the Cousins era, the Kings are running an ultramarathon on the treadmill of mediocrity and the finish line is still miles away.
There is perhaps a new hope, though. Boogie has formed a solid bond with new coach Dave Joerger, who built a strong resumé with the Grizzlies and comes into the picture with a long-term contract and the respect that comes with it. Joerger knows there is a long-term situation that involves modest gains and his intention is to build methodically. In the interim he’s come up with creative ways to feature his big man. This has the potential to become the player-coach partnership that has eluded Cousins throughout his career.
"He’s a sweetheart," Joerger says without a hint of irony. "We get along great."
"He’s amazingly talented," Joerger continued. "We watched his talent get better every year from the other sideline. Like man, this guy just keeps getting better. And then when I got to coach him, I’m like, holy cow. He is incredibly talented. And then, the way that he has gone about his business and grown. Again from the other sideline to now here, he has really grown in the way he handles his business. Whether it’s practice, shootarounds, games, dealing with officials, handling adversity. Those two things have impressed me."
So again, what do you do with Cousins? On the court, there’s almost nothing you can’t do with Cousins. He can shoot from distance or dominate inside. He can pick and pop or put it on the floor and drive. He’s too powerful for just about everyone in the league in the post and too quick for most. When teams double, he’ll pick them apart with passes to cutters or open shooters on the wing.
"You don’t really appreciate it too much when you’re on the other team but when you get here you realize how good he actually is," Ty Lawson said after the team’s shootaround. "I like to get him in pick-and-roll, take his defender away from him for one or two seconds throw it back and he can basically do whatever he wants. Take the shot, get into the paint. To be that big and do that much stuff on the court? James (Harden) could do a lot but DeMarcus, I don’t think anybody can stop him."
So far this season, no one really has, despite the fact that he’s playing with a broken finger. Not that his aching digit has stopped him from piling up Xbox numbers. Coming into Friday night’s game with the Celtics he had scored 141 points and grabbed 55 rebounds over his last four contests. And it’s not like he’s had a ton of help, Rudy Gay’s solid campaign notwithstanding. As good as Cousins has been, the Kings have been brutal offensively without him, scoring just 95 points per 100 possessions when he’s on the bench per NBA.com.
Key to his evolution as a player this season has been trading inefficient long twos for higher-efficiency threes. It’s an evolution that’s not specific to Cousins as all across the league big men who used to set up shop between the circle and the arc are now drifting beyond the 3-point line.
"With him and the rest of the league, everyone’s playing so far off in pick and rolls with their centers," Joerger said. "You can see now the adjustment is being made where fives are picking and popping to (the 3-point line). All you gotta do is make one out of three to shoot 50 percent from two."
That was his percentage last season, but this year he’s making them at a 39 percent clip. Boogie’s long-range marksmanship has been a boon for a Kings’ club that lacks consistent outside shooting. Of course, there’s a balance that needs to be struck for a player who can so readily dominate in the paint.
"It’s an effective tool for us," Joerger said. "For a guy like DeMarcus, it’s just picking and choosing your spots when you can attack. Sometimes guys are going to dare you to shoot that because that’s better for them to pick that poison then you driving and getting an and-one. He worked on it over the summer. It’s not like it just started for him."
That’s essentially what went down on Friday against the Celtics. The C’s dared him to shoot from the outside and their strategy was effective. In the second half, Cousins moved closer to the basket and bully-balled his way to a tough 28 points on 26 shots. When the inevitable double-teams came, he fired off nifty passes for layups and open threes.
But the Kings faltered in all too familiar ways. They were stagnant at the beginning, which has been a season-long malady, and dug themselves a 13-point hole. They rallied but came undone whenever Cousins was off the floor. When he had to go back to the locker room after catching an elbow near the eye, a four-point spread became eight and the Kings went scoreless during that span. He returned, sans stitches, and nearly pulled off the comeback. But afterward, there were the all-too-familiar laments.
"If we don’t figure this thing out we’re going to continue to have these types of games and just another losing season," Cousins said. "Like I’ve been saying all season, if we want to change the whole thing around then we have to hold ourselves accountable and take responsibility for our effort."
What do you do? What can you do? The saga of Boogie Cousins continues.
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The Most Valuable Player debate is shaping up to be a fascinating exercise this season. What will voters value more: overwhelming individual statistics propping up good but not great teams, or eye-popping numbers on championship contenders? The twist this year is there are multiple players who fit each category and none of them may wind up being the two-time defending award winner. Here’s a snapshot top five that will be subject to change throughout the season.
LeBron James: The best player of his generation and one of the greatest of all time sits on the doorstep of MVP immortality. James owns four MVPs and one more would tie him with Bill Russell and Michael Jordan for second behind Kareem Abdul Jabbar’s six. That’s a killer narrative before you add in the raw numbers: 23 points, 8 rebounds, and 9 assists for a team solidly in first place in its conference and on track for a third straight Finals appearance. LeBron is (still) the best player in the world. That’s his argument and it’s a compelling one in a crowded field.
Kawhi Leonard: The Spurs’ baton has been passed, and it rests in Leonard’s oversized hands. He’s scoring at an elite level with proper efficiency and he’s already the game’s best wing defender for a team that will win 60-plus games. Leonard finished second in the voting last year, vaulting past the other names on this list, so his value is well established. The case is being made that he’s still getting better as an all-around performer and an emerging team leader. The Spurs won’t go out of their way to make it and Leonard is the furthest thing from a gloryhound, but his game more than speaks for itself.
James Harden: A funny thing happened to Harden this season: he’s become likeable. While his uber-efficient game was always respected, there was a grimness to his approach that left many (myself included) feeling cold. Now unlocked as the primary everything in Mike D’Antoni’s free-flowing system, Harden has a shot at leading the league in points and assists for the first time since the great Tiny Archibald turned the trick in 1973. Harden’s scoring has always been sublime, but his brilliant passing has turned Clint Capela into a sensation. It’s fun to watch Harden dominate and the Rockets are a little bit better than we suspected. That’s a strong combination.
Russell Westbrook: The dude is averaging a triple-double. By doing literally everything, he’s keeping OKC in playoff contention. This really comes down to how you feel about the triple-double and whether you think it’s an unimpeachable milestone or a freak statistical blip. Much like Miguel Cabrera’s triple-crown, this pursuit will generate a thousand thinkpieces between now and April. My own feeling is that triple-doubles are cool as hell but not nearly as important as they’re made out to be, much like triple crowns. That doesn’t take anything away from what Westbrook is doing, but in this tight field even that may not be enough.
Kevin Durant: Durant’s averaging 27 points per game with a True Shooting percentage of .681. That’s higher than Steph Curry’s .669 mark last season and way above his career average of .607. Durant hasn’t had to sacrifice much and the Warriors are even better offensively than we thought they’d be. That shouldn’t be taken for granted. Many a star player has struggled with the transition to a new team. Still, the Warriors’ success in general and KD’s numbers in particular have been taken as a given. They, and he, have to do extraordinary things to shock us this season. That holds for Steph Curry, as well. That will be difficult in this environment for many reasons, not the least of which is the presence of other deserving players doing extraordinary things under more trying circumstances.
Others: Curry, Jimmy Butler, Chris Paul, Blake Griffin, Giannis Antetokounmpo, Anthony Davis, DeMarcus Cousins.
"It’s obvious that we have done everything to stay competitive. Ownership has given us the financial commitment for our intent to be competitive at a high level over the past several years. That just doesn’t stop with the injury to Mike Conley."-- Memphis GM Chris Wallace.
Reaction: The Grizzlies’ first-round pick goes to Denver unless it falls in the top five, so even if the Grizz wanted to tank, they’d really have to tank hard. Conley’s injury (he’s out 6-8 weeks with a transverse process fracture in his vertebrae) is the nightmare scenario for a franchise that spent huge amounts of money to continue riding out an aging core with a history of injury problems. That’s not to second-guess the decision: It was a no-win situation for a small market with a boom-or-bust margin for error.
"You have special players that we come across, LeBron James, Kobe Bryant, Michael Jordan. You’ve got different players that are rare and I think Giannis is one of those rare birds that we'll be able to enjoy for a long time."-- Bucks coach Jason Kidd on Giannis Antetokounmpo.
Reaction: This is the breakout we’ve been waiting for from the Greek Freak who’s averaging 23 points, 8 rebounds and 6 assists per contest while shooting over 52 percent from the floor. Sure, there are minor concerns -- turnovers, long-range shooting -- but those can be smoothed over in time. Giannis’ emergence is real and it’s spectacular.
"Once you get over that, people writing and saying you’re arguably the best player in the game, what does that do for you? How many years can you go into the summer early and say, ‘Oh, he’s one of the best players in the game’ if your goal is to win."-- Bulls guard Dwyane Wade.
Reaction: One of Doc Rivers’ many pet phrases is about "the ability to get over yourself." That’s what separates great individual performers from great teams. Wade’s career arc can’t be fully measured yet, but in time and with a proper evaluation he will go down as one of the handful of truly great players.
Reaction: It’s time for another round of Hinkie Hot Takes and I’ll be honest, I’m all Taked out at this point. But I do think that one element that undermined his tenure was his unwillingness to engage the press, and by extension, the public about his team’s direction. Media demands may be an irrational part of the job, but there’s an easy and quite rational solution.
He scored all these touchdowns. We piled them up. All 51. Marvel at ‘em.
Lamar Jackson
Set our eyes on fire
by Spencer HallDec. 7, 2016
He scored all these touchdowns.
We piled them up.
All 51.
Marvel at ‘em.
Charlotte
Q1
12:0336-yard run
Let’s start here by going to the ending. The first score of Lamar Jackson’s 2016 year will be a rushing TD. Lamar Jackson is a dual-threat quarterback who, after this opening TD, will rush for another 21 TDs in long-, middle-, and short-yardage situations. He will cover 1,538 yards running the ball alone in 2016, often juking defenders off their feet despite being 6’3, 205 pounds. He will carry the ball more than Nick Chubb of UGA, Saquon Barkley of Penn State, LJ Scott of Michigan State, or Royce Freeman of Oregon.
This is Jackson’s first rushing TD, and if he was evaluated on his rushing totals alone — i.e., if we just pretended Jackson was a running back — he would be ninth in the nation in yards per game, and tied for third in total TDs for the season. Jackson will average more yards per carry than Mark Ingram, Tim Tebow, or Derrick Henry in their Heisman seasons. He will outrush and outscore 2010 Cam Newton in every category — total TDs, yards per carry, and total yardage — on 30 fewer attempts.
If Jackson was a running back alone, he would be in consideration as one of the best backs in the country.
Lamar Jackson is a quarterback.
6:4913-yard pass to Reggie Bonnafon
3:4724-yard pass to Jeremy Smith
0:001-yard run
Q2
12:0516-yard pass to Brandon Radcliff
6:2720-yard pass to L.J. Scott
2:5932-yard pass to James Quick
0:051-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
Oh, he didn’t play the second half of this game, and finished with eight TDs. Yes, this was against Charlotte, but try scoring eight TDs in a regulation half in a video game and you’ll get a good start towards measuring the blast radius Jackson is capable of leaving on a football field.
Syracuse
Q1
14:4472-yard pass to James Quick
12:1312-yard run
10:1772-yard run
4:1113-yard run (Syracuse defense broken; Jackson sets ball on turf)
Q2
3:239-yard run (Yes: that run, after many fumbles and one actual long drive)
This is THAT run: the one Louisville puts on promotional material. The one you’ll see on the Heisman broadcast. The one that ran in a loop through your Twitter feed or on SportsCenter or on Facebook or whatever.
It is spectacular: Jackson, in the open field, hurdling Cordell Hudson of Syracuse. It needs some context, though. Correction: it gets a lot better when you remember the context.
This game aired on a Friday night, competing with nothing else. You probably weren’t going to watch Louisville-Syracuse on most Saturday nights. Syracuse felt like a 4-8 team with entertainment potential coming into the season, and it turned out to be very entertaining … and also 4-8 (with an upset of Virginia Tech).
However, on a Friday night you might just sack out in front of the TV and watch Louisville blow up Syracuse for a while. They did. Jackson threw a 72-yard bomb to James Quick to open the game, then followed it up one score later with a sidestepping, looping 72-yard run through the hapless Syracuse defense. It was spectacular, yes, but an anticipated kind of spectacular — like when you click play on a YouTube video entitled “Rhino versus tourist.” They led 28-0 before this score, with the game well and expectedly in hand.
*Note: we have to talk about Lamar Jackson’s productivity in insane ways, like “No, no, I mean on the next touchdown that quarter.”
The leap over Hudson, though? That’s just excessive. Flagrant. A grace note written in a thousand tiny little nahs. That’s the point where everyone watching realized they would watch this game, this meaningless early season game between two mismatched teams, until Louisville took Jackson out. Which it did, because Louisville a.) was leading, and didn’t want to risk him getting injured; and b.) decided Syracuse deserved only one half of that kind of work.
Before you get to the score, please take a moment. Think of the defensive ends, safeties, and linebackers who had to deal with this all year long. The endless bootlegging and rollouts that actually meant something because the quarterback, in Louisville’s case, really could take off for 70 yards and a score, at any time. The designed QB runs, the plays where defenses lost a defender in coverage because someone — anyone — had to spy Jackson. The random moments of improvisation when Jackson, seeing nothing open downfield, decided to play hopscotch through your secondary.
In addition to all the other mean, confusing, but mostly NFL-standard plays in Bobby Petrino’s playbook, the Cardinals added the zone read last year to isolate defensive linemen who might think about crashing down too far into the backfield in pursuit of the ballcarrier.
You can defend this play. In fact, Florida State does a very good job of defending this goal-line zone read. The running back is met by a lineman, and three defenders all have eyes on him. In theory, they should close on the ball, and tackle the ballcarrier, and take this to another down.
Again: Nah. Jackson will lose you hogtied in a pig sty. Twice.
4:5014-yard run
Q3
5:034-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
0:121-yard run
Q4
14:2747-yard run
Marshall
Q1
10:5771-yard to James Quick
Q2
11:108-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
5:0230-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
I know Marshall’s not good, but here Jackson notices his tight end Cole Hikutini in single coverage and just oh so open and —
— it’s right over the top and only where Hikutini could catch it. It’s pretty. I’m not trying to get you to believe Jackson is anything close to a finished project as a passer, I just want you to see something beautiful.
3:142-yard run
0:028-yard pass to Reggie Bonnafon
Q3
12:339-yard run
2:1951-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
Clemson
Q3
11:208-yard pass to James Quick
0:451-yard run
7:5211-yard run
Two things from a loss to Clemson, which you may remember only as “a loss,” and not as “Lamar Jackson almost singlehandedly brings Louisville back in a road game against a 2016 college football playoff team” …
One: That Jackson ended up passing for 3,390 yards and 30 TDs to 9 INTs — a huge leap over his production in 2015. That included booming deep passes off play-action, thrown into generous windows, but also a lot of the nibbling, dink/dunk short passes that get coaches cooing over proper reads and game management.
This is one. On 3rd and 7 with 1:56 to go in the third quarter and trailing 28-19, Louisville badly needs a first down. Clemson shows a blitz, then peels a lineman off into coverage at the snap. This is the zone blitz, some pretty standard NFL-level stuff, the pressure that killed the Run ‘n Shoot offense and often confuses college quarterbacks. It might have confused Jackson in 2015, actually.
Instead, Jackson recognizes it, and calmly and easily zips the ball out in the flat to his wideout Jaylen Smith for a huge first down. Tidy game management, a refusal to force things even in a big game, and recognition of coverage: all the sort of nice, respectable quarterback camp stuff that gets stiff NFL GMs excited.
Two: If this is too buttoned up for you, in the fourth quarter, Jackson drops back to pass, drifts left, and then lopes through the defense for a 15-yard first down that stops the clock in a late-game situation.
He also does the Walter Payton donkey kick/deadleg move at the end — so I must love him forever.
Duke
Q1
11:115-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
Q4
1:322-yard run
Note: 325 yards total offense in 24-14 win
NC State
Q1
13:2736-yard run
5:2174-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
Q2
3:573-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
3:0916-yard pass to Jamari Staples
UVA
Q1
3:3615-yard pass to Jamari Staples
Q3
4:038-yard pass to Reggie Bonnafon
Q4
13:4710-yard pass to Reggie Bonnafon
0:1329-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
It’s on the road, and Louisville is down 25-24 to UVA. It happens. Clemson, in the same conference, came within a field goal of losing to NC State at home. Ohio State squeaked by Northwestern, 24-20, in Ohio Stadium. Washington only beat 3-9 Arizona, 28-21, and Alabama … let’s not talk about Alabama, or compare them to other college football teams right now. Let’s just not.
In 90 seconds, Louisville moves the ball 75 yards in eight plays for the winning score. Thirty-five of those yards come from Jackson running the ball, and 34 of them come through the air, including this 29-yarder for the game-winning touchdown with 13 seconds left. Apologies to UVA fans for this graphic image.
Surely, later in film study, UVA’s secondary coach will just mutter the Serenity Prayer and slowly crush his laser pointer to shards in his hand.
Boston College
Q1
13:4469-yard run
9:0730-yard pass to James Quick
0:4844-yard pass to Jaylen Smith
Q2
14:4410-yard pass to James Quick
6:175-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
8:1913-yard run
8:1953-yard run
NOTE: Nothing to say … this is just a bloodbath.
Wake Forest
Q4
4:052-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
Houston
Q3
10:0212-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
Jackson was sacked 11 times in this game. I was there. At the snap, on almost every single pass play, Jackson started his reads with at least one of his guards flying ass-first into his legs. On run plays, especially the designed run plays, Jackson began them by stepping out of the way of one of his linemen, or nearly running into one.
This is Jackson, dropping back to pass with 11:03 left in the second quarter about a half second after the snap.
That rushing ball of grey and red anger is Ed Oliver, a freshman five-star recruit who had three tackles for loss, two sacks, three pass breakups, and a forced fumble in this game. He could not be blocked, so on this play the Louisville offensive line made the sane decision to simply not even try.
The summary: sometimes even the best offensive player in the country gets his ass kicked. If you want to say Jackson had a bad game, look at the Wake Forest game, his first truly and completely off game of the year. Against Houston, Jackson was just a passenger on this doomed vessel that ran headlong into the nation’s best defensive tackle and his very affectionate friends on defense whom only wanted to hug Jackson at high speed.
Kentucky
Q1
12:5719-yard run
Q2
14:5418-yard pass to Reggie Bonnafon
3:0924-yard pass to Cole Hikutini
7:441-yard run
Jackson throws three interceptions in this game. He had to throw one: a pick at the end of the game, a Hail Mary that Kentucky didn’t just knock down because … well, because they were excited about beating a rival, and about their own quarterback Stephen Johnson throwing for 338 yards and three touchdowns in a victory over the Cardinals. Kentucky somehow went 7-5 this year and beat Louisville, and no matter how much time passes between this and whenever I reread this, it will never make sense to me.
There’s an underthrown ball intercepted by a defensive back on a go route. There’s also one deflection turned into an INT, which happens. Oh, and the lost fumble that becomes the winning Kentucky field goal. There are two unacceptable turnovers in here — albeit two turnovers made by a sophomore quarterback scrambling for much of the game under pressure and getting zero help from his defense (a defense that allowed 581 yards in this game and gave up 38, 42, and 36 points in Louisville’s three losses this year).
Otherwise, even in a loss, Jackson put up 452 yards of Louisville’s 561 yards of offense, and four of their five touchdowns, and what … what? What do you want out of one player? What more do you ask of one player? What the hell do you want? Only Pat Mahomes had more total yards this season, and Pat Mahomes has been losing 95-91 games in the Big 12 where he throws the ball 70 times because he has to just to keep his team within striking distance of the opponent. (Only one part of that sentence is an exaggeration.)
No one has accounted for more total touchdowns than Jackson, either — 51 in all between passing and rushing, and that’s without playing a conference championship game. If he goes off in the bowl game, Jackson could equal Marcus Mariota’s 57 mark from Oregon’s 2014 season. And even without that, this is a top-20 performance all-time in terms of offensive production.
Jackson is not even remotely the product of a system. He is not a fluke firing his way through the weak defenses of a non-Power Five conference. He is not even close to a fully developed football player at this point in his career. Yet statistically and in terms of pure shock and awe, Jackson is the best offensive player in college football. If the numbers don’t do it — and they should by themselves — then believe your eyes.
BOSTON -- Patrick Patterson took seven shots on Friday against the Celtics and missed five of them. He scored only 5 points in 30 minutes of action, but he grabbed 10 rebounds and handed out 4 assists while guarding everyone from small forwards to Al Horford. Most importantly, the Raptors were 13 points better than the Celtics while Patterson was on the court.
Individual plus/minus from game to game is a notoriously fluky statistic. Some nights it can mean a lot. Other nights, it’s just random noise. In Patterson’s case it reveals a great deal. Throughout the season, the Raps are 13 points better 100 possessions with Patterson in the game, and their alternative lineup with Patterson joining the four starters in place of rookie Pascal Siakam is a whopping 23 points better than the opposition per 100 possessions.
"He’s a glue guy," Raptors coach Dwane Casey said. "A lot of his measurements can’t be measured by numbers. His energy, his intellect helps us. He’s our spirit on the court. Rebounding, defending different positions. He’s a multi-faceted utility guy for us."
There isn’t a single player who dreamed of playing in the NBA who thought to himself, "One day I’m going to be a multi-faceted utility guy," but Patterson had plenty of practice along the way. He was the man in high school until he teamed up with O.J. Mayo and learned how to facilitate. He was the man for two seasons at Kentucky before John Wall, DeMarcus Cousins, and Eric Bledsoe showed up and he had to learn how to fit in with all that star power.
"Throughout my life being able to cope, to change, and to adjust and being in the NBA it’s the same exact thing," Patterson told me before Friday’s game. "You have your superstars. You have your No. 1 and No. 2 and then the rest of the guys you have to figure out how to be effective and cause change in the game. That’s what I learned throughout the years."
Patterson learned how to impact the game with his versatility. He can guard big forwards and centers. His ability to shoot from distance and spread the floor is his main calling card, but he’s also an effective rebounder and willing passer. He’s become an essential component of what the Raptors do on a nightly basis.
Friday marked the third anniversary of a seven-player trade that sent Rudy Gay to the Kings. At the time the deal was thought to be a precursor to a massive roster purge under GM Masai Ujiri. But when a separate deal for Kyle Lowry fell apart, the new-look Raptors were born.
Patterson’s the only one left standing on the Toronto side, although the other players involved have continued to churn out dividends. John Salmons was traded for Lucas Nogueira, who has become a valuable reserve big man, and Lou Williams, who won a Sixth Man award in his only season in Toronto. Greivis Vasquez was flipped to the Bucks for the draft rights to Norm Powell and a future first rounder.
Patterson was worth the price in his own right. Before the trade, the Raps were a listless also-ran. Since that deal, the Raptors have compiled the best record in the Eastern Conference and the fourth best in the league overall behind only Golden State, San Antonio, and the Clippers. They made the playoffs three straight years and reached the conference finals after winning a franchise-best 56 games. Little did Patterson, or anyone else involved in the deal, realize that the balance of power in the East had just flipped.
"Not at all. I never saw this when I first got traded to Toronto," Patterson said. "But I’m happy. I’m ecstatic. I’m proud of everyone."
In order to discuss the Toronto Raptors properly, we should start by pretending that we’re not talking about the Raptors. Our collective subconscious on the matter is already kicking into overdrive telling us things like the Raps are good, but not great, or that they are admirably competitive, but fatally flawed.
Even as they are in the midst of the best era in franchise history and winners of eight of their last nine, that subconscious knowledge has the perverse effect of belittling their accomplishments and selling them short. It’s difficult to see improvement when the big picture hasn’t changed all that much. Difficult as it may be, we should try to examine the Raptors without bias or preconceived notion.
We should start on the offensive end where they score more points per 100 possessions than anyone besides the Warriors. They shoot it better than just about everyone else too, and they are also stingy with the ball and active on the offensive glass. They are, simply, an offensive juggernaut.
This is true even while DeMar DeRozan single-handedly tries to bring back the mid-range game against all the rules of science and evolution. In his antiquated quest, DeRozan has been a revelation. He began the year by scoring at an unsustainable rate and adjusted by becoming more of a playmaker as defenses began to hone in on his straight-ahead game.
"He’s growing up right before us," Casey said. "He’s not getting sped up by the defense. Double teams don’t bother him anymore. He makes good decisions out of double teams."
They also have one of the game’s great point guards in Lowry, who continues to get better even as his age suggests he should be starting to decline. In DeRozan and Lowry, they have two legit All-Stars performers and Olympians. Only a handful of teams can say the same. To complement them, the Raptors have loads of shooting scattered around the perimeter and an effective big man to clean things up in Jonas Valanciunas.
Their bench is also one of the best in the league. Per our Raptors HQ, the Raptors’ subs out-perform every other reserve group in the league by a substantial margin. The Lowry + Four Reserves alignment has been particularly stellar. That was true last season, as well, but those awesome backup lineups were often forced to compensate for a starting five that was a net negative. This season, the combination of a healthier DeMarre Carroll and the addition of Siakam has shaved almost four points off their margin.
"They can play big at the start of the game and then they transition into a real skilled, athletic smaller team," Boston coach Brad Stevens said. "They’re scoring at an incredible rate."
By general consensus and backed with empirical data, the Raptors are one of the best teams in the league. They are a handful to defend and just as good on the road as they are at home. They have experience, continuity, and a taste for the big time action in the postseason. Were it anyone else, we’d call the Raptors a contender and see how things play out before passing judgment.
There are, however, two main concerns and they are big ones. First, the Raps are mediocre defensively. Second, the Cleveland Cavaliers exist.
On the first, Toronto’s defensive issues are the bane of Casey’s existence. He arrived in town with a mandate to fix the D and the team has ranged from solid to meh during his tenure. Currently, they are meh.
On the second, a little context is necessary. It’s simply not true that the Raps can’t beat the Cavs. They took two out of three during the regular season last year and two more in the conference finals. It’s just that their margin for error is incredibly small. Casey even acknowledged after their latest setback on Monday (a 116-112 Cavs win in Toronto) that this team needs to "play a perfect game against a team like that." They didn’t.
They are expecting injured free agent forward Jared Sullinger to return in the next month or so and he should provide an upgrade over Siakam, particularly on the defensive boards. Short of making a big move for someone like Paul Millsap, the Raptors are right back where we thought they’d be: a little bit better than last year, but still not good enough to reach the Finals.
And yet, that is a massive improvement from where they were three years ago. To consider that the Raptors are clearly the second-best team in their conference and one of the handful of truly good teams in the league says an awful lot about how far they’ve come and how close they are to where they want to be. In any other venture and maybe any other sport, this would be viewed as a remarkable turnaround. The final step, as always, is the toughest.
"We watched a lot of the Cleveland Cavaliers and how they were able to take care of business," Patterson said. "Although we went seven games each round, we learned what it takes to get to the next round, and how valuable homecourt advantage is and how valuable it is to protect homecourt."
Take it from the glue guy. The Raptors are learning their lessons and getting better. At the end of the day, that’s all they can do.
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Among my unwritten NBA rules are that I won’t rush into a League Pass relationship before playing the field first. The first quarter of the season is for speed dating, but now it’s time to commit. My highly subjective criteria are as follows: I like competitive teams who rarely appear on national television that play a unique style and ideally have a highly combustible/entertaining superstar. They should be spread out geographically and time zones. Here are my five.
Charlotte: What the Hornets lack in star power, they make up for with a strong team concept based on bedrock defensive principles and smart offensive players. I know, sounds boring as hell. But the fun is in the details. Whether it’s a well-timed Cody Zeller screen or Michael Kidd Gilchrist’s defensive rotations, the Hornets are a delight if you’re into tactical strategy and execution. Throw in the potential for late-game Kemba Walker heroics and they have become my go-to early-evening choice.
Milwaukee: The Bucks have always been a curiosity, but now that Giannis Antetokounmpo has been fully empowered to run wild, they are a League Pass no-brainer. The Giannis phenomenon is reminiscent of the Anthony Davis Experience two years ago. Even if you’re not watching, Basketball Twitter will pull you back in because something crazy happened that you must see. With a core group all under the age of 26 that includes high-scoring forward Jabari Parker, this year’s Bucks are either the dawn of a new juggernaut or a wonderfully flawed experiment.
Houston: James Harden’s entire existence changed dramatically when Mike D’Antoni entered the picture and Harden’s the obvious draw here. The man does everything, much like former teammate Russell Westbrook, but Harden gets there at his own pace. Languid where Russ is manic, Harden is the Eddie Hazel to Russ’ blitzkrieg bop. With Harden surrounded by a collection of veteran castoffs enjoying their own mid-life renaissances -- including their star-crossed coach -- the Rockets have reversed their fate as also-rans. They are once again cast as spoilers to the elite hierarchy, which suits them perfectly.
Portland: The Blazers appeared to graduate from League Pass cult status after reaching the second round of the playoffs last season. Yet their rise to the upper echelon has stalled this season leaving them in a fascinating place as they plot their next move. They are still good, and Dame Lillard is a joy, but there’s also a sense that the pieces may not be exactly right. Who goes, who stays, and who will emerge as core members underpins everything and turns their games into nightly referendums. Plus, they have the best road uniforms in the league.
Sacramento: The Kings are only mildly competitive and aren’t blessed with a collection of young talent, or even much upside. But they do have DeMarcus Cousins and the potential for anarchy is high. On any given night, Boogie could completely dominate the game, or destroy its flow with an ill-timed tantrum. He might even do both in the same game. For those of us on the East Coast, the Kings are the perfect late-night junk food before the inevitable crash.
"Win the championship? I don’t know, but it’s not a priority in my life. I’d be much happier if I knew that my players were going to make society better, who had good families and who took care of the people around them. I’d get more satisfaction out of that than a title. I would love to win another championship and we’ll work our butts off to try and do that. But we have to want more than success in our jobs. That’s why we’re here. We’re here so you’ll understand that you can overcome obstacles by being prepared and if you educate the hell out of yourself. If you become respectful, disciplined people in this world, you can fight anything. If you join with each other and you believe in yourself and each other, that’s what matters. That’s what we want to relay to you all: that we believe that about you or we wouldn’t be here."-- Gregg Popovich.
Reaction: We should cut this quote out, frame it, and give it to every youth league coach in America.
"First we need to start really just (leaving) the refs alone. Guys just got to sacrifice, do some other things than scoring, do some other things than your personal goals. Just try something new. They’ve been doing it here for four or five years and it hasn’t been working so it’s time to try something new."-- Clipper forward Mo Speights after a blowout loss to the Warriors.
Reaction: When Mo Speights is the voice of reason ...
"The good thing about when I took the job was that James wanted to play in the way that I wanted to coach, and that’s taking a lot of threes, getting to the rim, in the paint and foul shots. And so (it’s) the same philosophy, from the owner to the general manager to the star player."-- Rockets coach Mike D’Antoni.
Reaction: People don’t realize how important it is for all the key factions to line up philosophically. No one knows that better than D’Antoni who ran into resistance in both New York and Los Angeles from star players and management. You can have the greatest system in the world, but it doesn’t mean anything unless everyone buys into what you’re preaching.
Reaction: You say tomato, I say semantics. The Hornets were going to trade Paul to the Lakers, Pau Gasol was going to the Rockets and Lamar Odom and others were heading to New Orleans. That was going to happen, and then it didn’t because Stern and the NBA said no. You can spin it any way you want, the league never should have been in that mess.
Reaction: A few weeks ago, the Hawks were an early-season surprise but things have gone south quickly. Seven straight losses will do that a team, but it hasn’t just been the setbacks, it’s been the blowouts. Good teams go through bad stretches, but they don’t get dominated like this. Unless this turns quickly, it’s time to completely reassess Atlanta’s future.
On the eastern shore of Florida sits Palm Beach, one of the wealthiest communities in America. Just 40 miles west is one of the poorest. It’s known as ‘The Muck’. Despite the poverty and violence, ‘The Muck’ has forged over 40 NFL players. Our documentary tells the story of Pahokee, FL. (population 5,649), a unique place where high school football has become more than a game - it’s a way of life. By following three key members of the 2015-16 Pahokee High School football team, we explore the past, present and future of the town. From the perspectives of ex-coaches and players from that area — including NFL wide receiver Anquan Boldin — we attempt to understand a place where football becomes the only way out.
This is a project that took over a year to come to fruition. We visited the town of Pahokee, Florida for a separate project on Anquan Boldin of the Detroit Lions, and after spending just two days there, our eyes were opened to one of the most unique places in America. We were inspired to tell the story of this place, that is often wrongly portrayed within mainstream media. Using the vehicle of Pahokee’s high school football team, an essential part of their culture, we focused in on two current players and their experiences to tell the story of “The Muck”.
“The Muck” is defined in different ways, by different people around Pahokee, FL. It is the name of the soil that grows the endless acres of sugarcane around the town. It is an attitude that the people who grow up there have. It is a way of life where you have to fight for everything you get.
After doing research on the area, I was obsessed with one anecdote that would make any documentarian stop in their tracks. The story goes that when the farmers set fire to the sugarcane fields, the boys chase down rabbits as they flee the flames. The boys who caught the most rabbits would get the best positions on the football team. It seemed like one of those stories from a bygone era, “The way things used to be…”. There was no way it was still something people did. The year was 2015, everyone has cellphones and the internet, this custom must have fallen away in our modern age. Then I got there, and saw it for myself.
As I filmed a group of 16 year old boys running through a field of burning sugarcane, I realized that I was capturing something very few people outside “The Muck” could understand. It was beautiful and brutal. It was primal and symbolic. It was only the beginning.
There are forgotten corners in every state of the US. Places that represent an America that, in many ways, has been left behind. The type of place where struggle, despair, and hardship are brutal realities of life. It’s these places that forge true toughness and unrelenting determination. The people of Pahokee deserve to have their story told, so that’s what we set out to do. As we started to explore the area and ask the hard questions, it undoubtedly became a story that couldn’t be “just” a football documentary. To us, fairness to the subject matter was paramount in this documentary. So, we treated every element of the story with fervent curiosity, as well as balanced humanity. I’m proud to say that through the entire production process, and with the completed film, the people and community that we documented are honored by what we portrayed.
BOSTON -- Steve Clifford, the affable but understated coach of the Charlotte Hornets, didn’t want to hear about the frigid temperatures surrounding the Garden or winds whipping down from the north. "I’m from Vermont," he said as he walked out to the court for a morning shootaround. "This is when we would go to the lake."
There is no artifice to Clifford. Even when delivering a stern message about his team’s lack of toughness in a loss to Washington earlier this week, he was even-handed and precise. It’s hard to argue when you know he’s right. The Hornets had been getting shredded, giving up 115 points per 100 possessions during a three-game losing streak that he later called the worst stretch since he’s been in Charlotte.
When Clifford took over, the team was still known as the Bobcats and just one year removed from its disastrous 7-59 season. They were a faceless entity with little foundation. Now in his fourth season, the Hornets have an identity and it’s one that’s crafted in Clifford’s steady image.
An assistant coach for 13 years before getting the top job, Clifford worked for both Van Gundys, starting with Jeff in New York and Houston before joining Stan in Orlando. He may have been an anonymous dude in a suit to most NBA fans, but those who knew raved about his teaching methods. Clifford long ago paid his dues, yet he still works like the lowest man on the ladder, spending long hours immersed in video. He’s not a huge personality, but his direct manner is appreciated by his players.
"He’s the best. He’s the absolute best," veteran forward Marvin Williams told me. "He’s the most fair coach I’ve ever been around. He’s the most fun coach I’ve ever been around. He’s not really into coming in and practicing two, three hours a day, every day. He just wants you to really focus on what you’re doing when you’re in the gym. That’s not a lot to ask from any coach. Players enjoy playing for him. I know that’s why Nic (Batum) came back. That’s why I came back. Coach Clifford was a huge reason why I wanted to stay in Charlotte."
Clifford may be the draw, but it’s not that the Hornets lack for talent. Point guard Kemba Walker has elevated his game from really good to near-elite status. He’s scoring more efficiently at the basket and knocking down over 41 percent of his shots from behind the arc. The Hornets believe that Walker would have been an All-Star last season if their record had been better. There’s no question he’s in the mix this year.
Beyond Walker, they have an emerging big man in Cody Zeller who can score, rebound, and set screens. In Williams, they have a versatile defender who has been a reliable stretch four to space the court. Batum is an underrated wing who can handle the ball and shoot from deep, while Michael Kidd-Gilchrist is one of the best end-to-end defenders in the league. It’s not the most exciting core, but it’s been an effective one.
What they lack in star power they make up for with preparation and rock-solid defense. They are stingy with the ball and smart on offense. They are connected on defense and strong on the boards. Those are the hallmarks of Clifford’s teams, which makes it all the more jarring when things start to slip.
The trouble began with a five-game road trip that opened with a LeBron blitzkrieg in Cleveland and continued with a blowout in Indiana. Wednesday’s game against the Wizards offered a chance at redemption, but the Hornets played one of their worst games of the season and Clifford lamented his team’s lack of physicality. Playing without Walker on Friday, they blew a second-half lead against the Celtics and were outscored 15-0 to open the fourth quarter.
Before the week, the Hornets had been playing quite well. They had won six of eight and were climbing back into the upper tier of the Eastern Conference standings. This has become a routine occurrence for the Hornets this season. They’ve had good runs followed by bad ones and then they go through the whole cycle again looking for equilibrium.
"We’ve been up and down with our play to this point," Clifford said. "We’ve had, even within games, really good stretches and then we haven’t sustained the play we need to be a good team. The other night (against Washington) it was just mistakes. Frankly it was embarrassing defensively. Let’s put it this way: If we’re going to be a team that can make the playoffs and then be factor in the playoffs, we need to be a top-five, top-six defensive team."
By the numbers, the Hornets are not far from that goal. According to basketball-reference, they ranked seventh in points allowed per 100 possessions coming into the weekend’s slate of games. There is nothing fancy about their approach. They get back on defense, defend without fouling, and control the defensive boards. Unless they don’t, and that’s when the problems start.
"It’s the defense," Williams said. "No question. When our defense is on point we win games. When our defense is not there we never even give ourselves a chance to win games. We just have to defend more consistently."
Defense has been a staple of Clifford’s tenure in Charlotte, beginning in the 2013-14 season when he transformed an unremarkable collection of players into a top-five unit that made the playoffs for only the second time in franchise history. After taking a step back the following season, their offense finally caught up and helped produce a 48-win team.
It’s that offense that has taken a sharp turn this season, plunging from a solid ninth to a mediocre 15th. Some of that can be pinned on the loss of valuable role players like Jeremy Lin, Al Jefferson, and Courtney Lee. That was the cost of retaining Williams and Batum, who enjoyed career seasons just as they hit free agency. Yet, the offensive issues don’t concern Clifford too much.
"I believe we can be good offensively," Clifford said. "We’re not going to be top five in offense. We just don’t have the points in our lineup. We can be good. We can be hard to guard. Last year we were ninth in offense. We have to get back to a similar place. I think we can as the year goes on, but we’re not right now. If we’re not real good defensively, we just won’t have enough offense to be that good."
As it stands, the Hornets take up residence in the most nebulous space in the league, that being the middle of the Eastern Conference. As of Friday night, exactly one game separated teams from third to ninth. It’s not the worst place to be: six of those teams will make the playoffs and it would be a major jolt if the Hornets are not among them.
"I think we’re OK," Williams said Friday morning. "Coach doesn’t necessary gripe on the wins and losses. He cares about how we’re playing."
Right on cue, Clifford praised his team’s effort against the Celtics. It was a loss but one they could accept. With Walker back in the lineup the next night, the Hornets gutted out a win in Atlanta and salvaged the final game of their trip in signature style. They’re not flashy or otherworldly. They’re just good. Like their coach.
The ListConsumable NBA thoughts
We have the framework of a new collective bargaining agreement and it didn’t even take a lockout to get a deal done. While the full CBA details have yet to materialize and the documents itself if not yet ratified, we do have a decent grasp of the fundamentals. Here are five takeaways.
The Banana Boat Rule is a tradeoff for keeping the max: Numerous studies indicate that superstars are worth way more than their assigned max contract slot. That’s essentially a hard cap on the best players the league has to offer. With superstars replacing journeymen on the union negotiating team, CBA-watchers wondered if they would use their collective might to abolish the max entirely. They didn’t, but they did get something tangible that should benefit players in the long run by raising the allowable age for max deals from 36 to 38. Yes, Chris Paul, LeBron James, and Carmelo Anthony will likely cash in with one more gigantic payday thanks to the provision. You can consider it back-pay for services rendered or you can see it as a gift for future generations.
There’s something in there for the trusty vets too: One of the odd casualties of the revenue spike were free agents looking for a mid-level exception last summer. Those types of deals had long been one of the great union gains for the rank-and-file and a staple of free agency expenditures. Because exceptions were not tied to the cap, the salary slot stayed where it was last summer. That will change under the new CBA, meaning that as revenue rises, so does the value of a mid-level deal. That also holds true other exceptions like the bi-annual and the veteran minimum. All salaries are expected to rise by 45 percent and all players will receive a benefit under this deal.
Getting serious about the D-League: In its decade and a half of existence, the D-League has neither been a true minor league nor a viable financial alternative for non-NBA players. Yet, the D-League has made tremendous advances over the last few years, producing its share of late-blooming gems and creating a system where the vast majority of franchises have a stake in their own teams. There’s tremendous untapped potential here and the new CBA addresses it. On the development front, two-way contracts (two per team) will create opportunities for second round picks and undrafted free agents. Financially, D-League salaries will also rise making the league a more viable destination for non-NBA veterans. Both should improve the quality of play, which should also aid development. Again, the money is being spread around to all corners.
The Designated Player Rule is a landmine: The league has a long history of reacting to player independence with additional rules to incentivize them to stay in one place throughout their career. This CBA allows teams to sign certain players that meet star-level criteria to longer extensions and for more money. It also forces the player’s hand earlier in the process. They’d have to really want out to turn down the extension. It’s an anti Super Team measure, but short of abolishing free agency entirely, there is no CBA mechanism that can counter a player’s willful desire for independence. Additionally, the criteria will reflect awards that are voted on by the media, meaning the press has a gigantic conflict of interest. We saw it happen with Anthony Davis last spring and we will undoubtedly see it again.
Zero-and-two is an interesting idea: Just as in the last CBA negotiations, both sides agreed to table the requirements for college-eligible players to a later date. That means one-and-done remains intact. That’s unfortunate because no one likes one-and-done. Without knowing the full details, the zero-and-two proposal advanced by the union sounds like it would mirror baseball’s system. Essentially, players could be eligible for the draft out of high school, but if they go to college they would need to stay for two years before entering the draft. The details matter greatly. Would prep prospects lose their NCAA eligibility if they declared and went undrafted? Could prospects retain the right to decide after the draft, as in baseball where players can elect to go to college regardless of whether they’re drafted? Let’s hope both sides return to this issue. The status quo isn’t untenable but it’s wildly unpopular.
"Man, life is too beautiful, too wonderful, there's just too many things. It's not just you. It's your family and kids and all. Fight. Fight until the end. Fight as hard as you can."-- Craig Sager from a September AP piece.
Reaction: Rest In Peace, Craig. You inspired so many people with your kindness and bravery.
"Honestly, man, people and this triple-double thing is kind of getting on my nerves. People think if I don’t get it, it's like a big thing. When I do get it, it’s a thing. If y’all just let me play ... if I get it, I get it. If I don't, I don't. It is what it is. I really don't care. For the 100th time, I don't care."-- OKC guard Russell Westbrook.
Reaction: I’m with Russ on this one. Triple doubles are super neato and all kinds of fun, but they can’t be the defining characteristic of a player. Westbrook is keeping the Thunder in playoff contention, even if the final numbers aren’t perfectly round in the box score. Whether that’s optimal is a different conversation, but Westbrook doesn’t need box score validation to make his case.
"I need to be on the court playing basketball. I think I’m too good to be playing eight minutes. That’s crazy. That’s crazy. (They) need to figure this shit out."-- Sixers center Nerlens Noel.
Reaction: With Noel, Jahlil Okafor, and Joel Embiid on hand, the situation in Philly is reaching its logical conclusion. There’s at least one too many young big men and maybe even two. General manager Bryan Colangelo inherited the logjam when he took over for Sam Hinkie, but he’s not dealing from a position of strength. Noel’s been hurt and is set to be a restricted free agent this summer. Okafor has seen his minutes and production drop and it’s not at all evident that he can be a positive difference-maker up front. There’s not enough room for all of them and there doesn’t appear to be a large market to deal them. Good luck.
"If his body was hurting that much, legs were tired, makes sense to give [Irving] a little extra rest. Bron's [rest] coming up was the back-to-back. And Kevin's back has been tight a little bit. And we made the decision, so that's what we're doing."-- Cavs coach Ty Lue on resting his big three for a game in Memphis.
Reaction: The new CBA is said to reduce the number of preseason games and start the season a week earlier, in part to reduce the amount of back-to-backs and 4-games-in-5-nights scenarios. That’s a start but as teams get smarter about in-season rest, they will continue to sit stars at strategic intervals. It’s not always a great look, but players and coaches should be able to manage these situations as they see fit.
Reaction: Say what you will about Draymond, and lord knows there’s been a lot said, but the man is an absolute savant. He told me last year he had something like total recall when it comes to remembering plays and tendencies and he proved it again.
Cougars football is trying to fit the city that's too big for a belt
by Spencer Hall
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The University of Houston Cougars are playing Tulsa and I can’t hear it. It’s October 16 and the windows are closed in the press box even though it’s warm enough to sit outside. They could be opened, if you were willing to open them slowly, and with a firm hand. Someone decided to make the hydraulic hinges of the windows strong enough to throw an adult-sized person clean out the window. This is an evidence-based statement: A radio guy from an opposing team tried it once, holding onto the rope at the bottom of the frame.
Only his toes catching on the edge of a desk saved him.
What I came here for was to watch the Houston Cougars play brilliant football … that is not what is happening.
This is supposed to be a story about America’s hottest football program, and I’m watching Houston play football and … they are not good right now, here, on October 16. What I came here for was to watch the Houston Cougars play brilliant football, the kind of football that has won 22 games to this point in two years, beaten Florida State and Oklahoma, and made their coach, Tom Herman, the first name on the shopping lists of the Texas Longhorns and other major programs looking for new management.
That is not what is happening and I can’t hear any of it.
This is fine: There’s probably not much to hear. In the first game back home after their first loss of the season — a 46-40 giveaway to Navy — Houston is struggling with Tulsa. The Cougars turn the ball over three times. They miss basic tackles, blow assignments. A loud anxious silence you can almost hear as its own distinct noise creeps into the corners of TDECU Stadium.
With eight seconds on the clock, Tulsa has a first-and-goal with one timeout to spare in a one-score game.
What happens next is a nightmarish ending. Houston fails to substitute properly, and has 12 men on the field for the penultimate play of the game — which the officials miss. Tulsa runs for no gain on third down and calls timeout. Tulsa comes out in a heavy goal-line formation, with 6’4, 260-pound tight end Jesse Brubaker lined up in the backfield.
Quarterback Dane Evans fakes a handoff to the tailback, turns right, and throws to Brubaker, who is open. He just has to take what might be a step of eight inches to get into the end zone. He’s so close to doing this when he’s met by safety Khalil Williams, who instead smears into Brubaker. The safety kind of tangoes him along the plane of the goal line until safety Austin Robinson barrels in and pushes the whole mass backward.
It is so close — after the game, Tulsa coach Phil Montgomery would say that it was as close as you could get to being in without being in. There is no air between the molecule of atmosphere between the plane of the goal line and the ball. Tulsa fails to score, and Houston wins by the thinnest of margins.
Tulsa’s players wander off to the locker room, stunned. Houston charges the field, which is really the only way you would know they’d won. The crowd does not respond until the referee completes the official review. Even then they seem to be fear-laughing, the kind of giggle you make when you just avoided getting hit by a car crossing the street. Houston avoided a loss and stays alive for the moment in all the big senses: the American Athletic Conference title hopes, the Playoff, a high national ranking, and increasing the profile of the program.
All that is true, and yet none of that feels right.
After the game, I sit for a while at Cream Burger, a Third Ward burger stand. It’s half-lit at 1:30 a.m. I get a banana shake and drink it slowly while the parents of Cougars football players and locals come and go and leave me sitting there alone. Eventually, even the guy pushing the grocery cart full of his possessions down Elgin Street stops staring at me and decides I can eat Frito pie in peace.
There’s all these people around me, and then there’s not. Driving around Houston during the day is your standard exercise in Sun Belt transit frustration, all blinding sunshine off car hoods, missing and nearly missing exits to one node of the city’s web of nerve cells or another. At night, it blazes in patches of half-lit buildings and brutally illuminated gas stations. When it goes to sleep, it flickers like the EKG of a brain in between dream cycles.
II
Houston is America’s fourth-largest city and you have no idea what’s there. Most other cities have something to put on your postcard, some instantly memorable symbol to pin the entire city around.San Francisco is smaller but has a giant red bridge. Philadelphia has a bell, Los Angeles has the Hollywood sign.
Houston has humidity and that doesn’t look like much on camera. There are roads — so many roads, with roads next to the roads next to the access road. The highest points in the city are not located inside shiny glass-walled skyscrapers but instead sit on highway overpasses, from which you get a quick peek at Houston’s 360 carpeting of apartment complexes, industrial yards dotted with cars and cranes and construction equipment, patches of cedar elm and loblolly pine trees, rail lines, drainage ditches, and the occasional glimmer of water.
Those are bayous, and not waterfalls or cascades. The city happened in the first place thanks to two of America’s greatest traditions: real estate speculation and fraud. Houston underwhelmed investors who were told about gently flowing waters.
Instead they got the tea-brown wallows of Buffalo Bayou and yellow fever outbreaks. The town was psychotically hot and humid, but barbarity economies of cotton and slavery kept it alive. Railroads followed. The hurricane of 1900 erased the Port of Galveston and forced Houston into the role of shipping hub, via a shipping channel that the business leaders of Houston got the United States government to help dig for them.
Oil was found at Spindletop in Beaumont in 1901. Low taxes, Sun Belt migration, and the placement of NASA’s Manned Spaceflight Center in town did much of the rest.
The city that was the first word spoken on the moon grew and grew and grew like a fast-expanding mold in the humidity, and it’s still growing.
Against all physical logic — the kind that says you shouldn’t be able to knock mosquitoes out of the air with a golf club, or that in an era of global warming you might not want to move to a city with an average high of 94 and 300 percent humidity — Houston is the largest city in Texas. It grew at 2.4 percent from July 2014 to 2015. it continued to grow despite falling oil prices, traditionally the bellwether of Houston’s economic health.
Houston grew and it grows and it grows. It got a perimeter road. Then Houston got fatter and got another belt. Then it got still fatter and built a third cinching road around its bloated self. The city that was the first word spoken on the moon grew and grew and grew like a fast-expanding mold in the humidity, and it’s still growing, and it’s just everywhere all at once: roads lined with stucco-faced early-90s modern apartment blocks and squatty palm trees, vast gulches of commercial signage — hi, Whataburger — lining highways, immaculately manicured lawns of River Oaks, the row homes of the Third Ward, suburbs spilling out in all directions, and the curlicued paths past and through rail yards.
I drove down a four-lane, one-way road on the way to one interview. I didn’t realize it was one-way, not because I wasn’t paying attention, but because a driver had decided to avoid turning all the way around the block by popping left into the spacious right lane and going the wrong way. He didn’t even wave when he went past. I didn’t feel threatened or worried: No matter what the road signs say, there are no one-way roads in Houston.
There is a public university, the University of Houston. That university has a football team. That football program, historically speaking, really only has one gear: excess.
III
Case in point: The University of Houston football team once scored 95 points in a single football game.
In 1989, the SMU Mustangs played the Cougars in their first year back from the death penalty. Fourteen of SMU’s 22 starters were freshmen. On the other sideline, Houston had the eventual Heisman Trophy winner for 1989 at quarterback in Andre Ware and the nation’s most merciless offense in the run-and-shoot. Jack Pardee was the coach, and he brought the offense to Houston from the USFL, where his quarterback Jim Kelly racked up insane numbers as the QB for the Houston Gamblers.
Like a lot of things in the city, Houston football can go from zero to 100 in sixty minutes.
SMU was going to lose and lose badly, but the run-and-shoot did not slow down. It did not run clock well, and would certainly not run clock well against the decimated shell of what had been SMU, the high-octane athletic corruption machine that finally imploded in 1987 with the NCAA’s complete suspension of the program.
The Cougars opened as 59 1⁄2 point favorites. They covered that total by the third quarter on the way toward 1,021 yards of offense and 10 touchdown passes. Shasta, the Cougars’ mascot, would do as many pushups as were points on the scoreboard for Houston. Shasta ended up doing 682 pushups on the day.
Jack Pardee admitted after the game that Houston could have easily gotten to 100, but simply declined to out of respect for the damage they’d already done to SMU.
Not that Houston hadn’t scored 100 points before — they had. Against Tulsa in 1968 in the Astrodome, the Cougars under Bill Yeoman made one final extra point to top the century mark. One of the linemen in that game for Tulsa was Phil McGraw, better known as Dr. Phil. If he says he’s known trauma, he speaks honestly and from experience.
I mention this to get you to see few general patterns about Houston football, and maybe Houston as a whole.
First of all, Houston has floated around a bit. Houston football was all too familiar with booms and busts and booms and back to bust again, often achieving these in spectacular fashion. In 1955 — and this should sound familiar at this point —Houston attempted to get membership in the SEC, and was denied a year later when Houston lost both games to SEC opponents. Houston played as an independent until joining the Southwest Conference in 1976 — which then imploded under a wave of exciting corruption scandals, eventually folding and sending Houston through Conference USA, and now to its current home in the American conference.
It’s not that Houston football is just now in the year 2016 deciding to be upwardly mobile and seek a bigger conference. It’s that Houston has always been on the come-up, and never totally secure in where it was.
Houston also innovates. The Bill Yeoman era generated record-setting offensive numbers with the groundbreaking veer offense. Jack Pardee’s run-and-shoot enjoyed a short but successful run as an offense adopted not just at the college level, but in the NFL, as well. The system Art Briles used at Houston is now in place to some degree at Syracuse, Texas, and Tulsa. Kevin Sumlin’s Air Raid staff at Houston included current West Virginia head coach Dana Holgorsen, Texas Tech coach Kliff Kingsbury, Cal offensive coordinator Jake Spavital, and Sumlin’s eventual successor at Houston, Tony Levine.
Houston has a history of being good at football, and good in pioneering, innovative kinds of ways. It also has a history of suffering from brain drain. Pardee was pulled away by the NFL. Briles took the Baylor job. Kevin Sumlin was hired away by Texas A&M, and now Tom Herman, a former grad assistant for the University of Texas, is the lead candidate to replace Charlie Strong as the head coach of the Longhorns.
This is the program that can and has scored 100 points in a football game. It is also the program that suffers from the downside of success as much or more than any team in college football. Like a lot of things in the city, Houston football can go from zero to 100 in sixty minutes. It can also stop just as quickly as it started.
IV
Houston coach Tom Herman sits in his office the day after the Tulsa game on Sunday. He’s wearing a University of Houston sweatshirt and athletic shorts and a Houston ballcap, i.e. churchwear if the church you’re going to is a chapel service for football players. Herman is 41, but ages out anywhere between 30 and 45 depending on the light, how much sleep he got the night before (likely not a lot), and what he’s wearing. Right now he looks to be a comfortable 37 or so.
That applies to this Tom Herman. It’s hard to find more than two or three photos where he looks the same week to week, or month to month. Maybe it’s fluctuating weight — coaches can sometimes gain a whole toddler between the end of the regular season and signing day — or maybe it’s the baseball caps, or maybe it’s just Herman’s face, but he’s mutable, one of those people pictures don’t really capture at all.
He is better described in terms of staccato bursts of language and information. He does not say fuck a lot in interviews, but seems like the kind of person who would love to say the world fuck a lot in interviews if that were cool.
Herman is less a fast talker than an extremely focused, concise one. Ask him about Houston and he disgorges his pitch for the city in whole well-rehearsed, rapidly delivered blocks of information. Herman reels off that Houston is the Number One Job Creating City in America; is nearly recession-proof (though he knocks on the glass of the table between us as he says this); is the most diverse city in America, and that the University of Houston reflects that.
I ask him if he thinks people generally don’t understand Houston as a city.
“No, that’s something you have to explain. Houston is unique in that most everyone is from here. There’s a genuine pride in the city of Houston I haven’t seen in any other city I’ve been to. I think we try to tap into that pride. There’s a lot of oil and gas money floating around, but there’s still a lot of blue-collar plant workers, harbor workers. That’s the one thing that’s always endeared me to Houston. The generational pride that’s in this city because so many people’s family are from a hundred-mile radius.”
He would know. This is Herman’s sixth job in the state of Texas: first at Texas Lutheran, then as a grad assistant at the University of Texas, then to Sam Houston State, Texas State, Rice University, and finally back to Houston. Houston is different in a state that, for a lot of reasons but, yes, including football, is different from other places. Katy High in suburban Harris County has a staff of fourteen coaches. There are three different offensive line coaches alone. As a recruiter, Tom Herman has to know all their names because Texas high school football is a Thing, but Houston high school football is a THING.
And in the largest, most football-obsessed city in a gigantic state already obsessed with football, the University of Houston plays strange odds. Once a commuter school nicknamed “Cougar High,” the University of Houston now trails only Texas A&M for the number of on-campus residents. Cougars football will almost always be second in a city mostly loyal to the Houston Texans, but it’s gaining, and more than any other team makes an effort to embrace the cultural iconography of Houston. It is still a recruiting stunt for a 40-year-old white college football coach to get a bejeweled gold grill as a result of a bet he made with his players, sure. But Herman did that in the city that made grills a thing, got it made by Paul Wall and Johnny Dang, and extends sideline invites to rappers who would never be welcome on the sidelines in College Station or Austin. It’s not without strategy, but more so than any other college football program does to its hometown, Houston markets itself back to Houston’s ample recruiting pool to try and keep them close.
“There’s a genuine pride in the city of Houston I haven’t seen in any other city I’ve been to. I think we try to tap into that pride.”Tom Herman
Yet even with that proximity to talent, the margins Houston has to succeed by are thin in more than one sense of the word. The Cougars’ operating budget is smaller than the smallest in the Big 12. We talk on a Sunday. The next day Big 12 leadership is scheduled to meet to decide whether to expand. That expansion, in theory, could include Houston, bringing the Cougars into a Power 5 conference.
I ask Herman about beating Tulsa on the last play of the game.
“The teams that we were in that stratosphere with in the top five, and even now in the top ten? Ohio State didn’t score an offensive touchdown against Tulsa until the middle of the third quarter. They beat them 41-3.
“I’m sure Alabama could play their second-string offense and defense against Vanderbilt and win. That’s not a knock on Vanderbilt, I’m just saying that these teams in the top five and top ten have a tremendous amount of depth. And every few weeks they can get away with rolling out their C game and still being good enough to win.
“But when you saw those three teams in the top ten you saw Houston next to them. Can we play with any of them? I think the answer is yes. But the margin for error is so slim between winning and losing, and between eight or nine wins and eleven or twelve wins.”
I ask him where the program could be in five years.
“Well, if Houston’s in the Big 12, then there’s going to be some growing pains early. Just from a resource perspective alone. Our operating budget right now is tens of millions of dollars lower than the lowest budget in the Big 12. I think realistically we can be the next TCU in the Big 12 if we get commitments in resources, which will help in recruiting.”
And if that doesn’t happen?
“And then I think if that doesn’t happen — and that’s okay — then you’re in the best non-Power Five conference in the country, and you’ll have better players than most teams that you play in that league. You have a chance to be the next Boise, win your conference, and go to a New Year’s Six bowl game. Not every year, but consistently.”
We don’t talk about other jobs, mostly because we don’t have to, because you know that thing where someone says things in response to one question, and yet feels like they’re answering another one? The one you want to ask in the first place, but don’t need to after the other person moves three steps ahead by answering it for you indirectly?
That’s Herman when he talks about Houston without the Big 12. He’s saying the words and behind it you can hear him saying It probably won’t be me here. It’ll be Houston, but not me.
Herman excuses himself to go to chapel with the team.
The next day, the Big 12 announces that they will not expand.
The next week Houston loses, 38-16, on the road to a 2-4 SMU team. Herman’s press conference is a study in stunned misery, with one note of dark comic relief running behind it: The sounds of SMU’s players and coaches celebrating behind Herman, whooping and yeehawing like it’s Texas or something.
V
The hotel I stay at looks out at 1400 Smith Street. This is the building formerly known as Enron Complex, a shiny semi-cylindrical fifty-floor office building that resembles the battery-powered, chrome-plated pepper grinder of the gods. Enron moved to Houston in 1985, and transformed itself from two small natural gas utilities into an international behemoth posting unreal profits. Fortune named them the most innovative company in America for six years running.
They were innovative, in one sense. Enron ran on a brilliant, serpentine system of accounting frauds created at the highest levels of the company, and passed on as legitimate business to shareholders, employees, and the public. Execs like Jeffrey Skilling, Andrew Fastow, and Kenneth Lay sold stock, hid corporate losses, and diverted hundreds of millions of dollars of company funds into the pockets of management and their families. At one point, during the time when executives were jettisoning company stock while encouraging employees and others to buy it, Enron was defrauding the newly deregulated energy market in California for billions of dollars, price-gouging the state into rolling blackouts in 2001.
By December of that year, the company was bankrupt, its executives were on the way to a long trip through the court system, and the giant chromed-out pepper shaker downtown was emptying out under liquidation.
I don’t bring this up to suggest that Enron had anything to do with Houston besides geography and the proximity to other petrochemical companies. I don’t bring it up to compare it to Houston football directly — though it is worth pointing out that in the year when Enron, Houston’s most visible company at the time, disintegrated into a pile of bad spreadsheets, Houston Cougar football suffered through an 0-11 season, including a home loss to cross-town rival Rice.
That’s fun and coincidental. The tangible point is that Enron nuking itself in a hundred-billion fireball of fraud would dent most cities’ economies and put a mean limp in their stride for a decade. I have to tell you this, because that is not what happened here. With the aftermath included, Houston’s population still grew by a quarter in the decade following Enron’s implosion.
(Note: the Astros did have to play at Enron Field until June of 2002, when Minute Maid bought the rights to the stadium name.)
You could be huge in Houston, and no one outside the city might ever know.
The point is that if you read the Pimp C biography Sweet Jones: Pimp C’s Trill Life Story, you would know that all of this is so vast and huge and misunderstood by the rest of the United States that rappers could spend their entire life cycles in Houston, selling less than one hundred thousand copies of their records, and still make a living. Even Destiny’s Child could have been happy with that: per Mathew Knowles, the initial goal was to be big in Houston, and then maybe Texas. Anything beyond that was a happy bonus.
You could be huge in Houston, and no one outside the city might ever know.
That’s the frightening thing: Houston shook Enron off like a massive accounting error. The economy kept on pumping along through a time when most of the country was in a jobless recovery and/or recession. When you think about the skyscrapers of Houston’s skyline it is hard to not think of them as oddly shaped barnacles riding the back of an enormous, sweaty beast so big you don’t even realize you’re standing on it.
Not that it’s connected either, but: since 2001 the Houston Cougars have had three coaches hired away by Power 5 programs, all in the state of Texas: Texas A&M, Baylor, and one to be named later. Since 2001, despite being outspent by all three, only one of those programs has more wins than the Houston Cougars.
VI
Houston will host Louisville on a Thursday night.
The weather will be clear and finally, in mid-November, something besides sauna-cauldron hot. The spread will be 17 1⁄2 points.
The quarterback for the Louisville Cardinals is Lamar Jackson, the leading Heisman candidate responsible for 46 total touchdowns and at least five moments of jaw-dropping highlight reel material per game. Lamar Jackson’s worst games in 2016 involve scoring only three TDs, and merely accounting for 300 yards of offense by himself.
The quarterback for Houston will be Greg Ward Jr., the talented dual-threat quarterback who will play the game with a bad shoulder, a bad knee, and who knows what else in terms of nagging injuries. With starting running back Duke Catalon missing playing time early in the season, Ward took on even more of the offensive workload. Against Tulsa, under pressure and scrambling all night, Ward Jr. didn’t look tired, but more like “well-worn,” or “approaching mileage beyond that recommended by the manufacturer.”
The outlook for Houston is grim.
No one is here to watch Lamar Jackson lose.
Most of the non-regulars in the press box are here to watch Jackson secure a Heisman, or at least to shield their eyes from the blast while Jackson blows up the Cougars defense. Before the game, Louisville staffers pass out Heisman promotional material for Jackson. They’re flipbooks that in one direction show Jackson lacing a TD pass into the end zone against Charlotte. Turn it over, and Jackson leaps over a Syracuse defender for a touchdown — clear over him, paused in the air like he’s squatting on a stepstool five feet off the ground, marveling at the tiny humans below running around and diving after him.
Louisville staffers are passing out Heisman promo material for their guy at a road game in a hostile stadium. No one, including them, is here to watch Lamar Jackson lose.
Houston takes the field running between twin pylons equipped with gas jets pulsing twenty-foot stripes of flame into the air, and on this extremely beautiful night, with the setting sun lighting up the ozone and trapped petrochemical fumes and swamp gas and whatever else fires the sky into red-purple streaks in Texas, Lamar Jackson loses.
Oh, man, does he lose.
It starts early and in small shakes: he throws high and misses, his receivers drop balls, his line gets called for holding repeatedly. Jackson’s dazzling scrambles evaporate because Houston’s defensive line is not only setting the edge and containing him, but sometimes throwing Louisville’s poor guards into Jackson’s lap. For most of the season, running has been an elective thing for Jackson, but Houston is forcing Jackson to actually run, though not for long. Again and again, he’s brought down before he does much damage.
More specifically, on the night that Lamar Jackson was supposed to hold a coronation ceremony on the turf at TDECU Stadium, a kaiju showed up and put on Ed Oliver’s jersey. The five-star defensive tackle recruit forces a fumble, which Houston converts into a field goal. Louisville’s guards flail against him, and the creeping panic sets off a plague of false starts and other procedural penalties for Louisville.
It’s 7-0, then 10-0, and then Houston begins rolling through the checklist of things that happen when one team plays the full upset card script all the way through. Is there a fake kick of some sort? (Yes.) Is there a gameplan built exclusively to annoy the other team, and exploit their weaknesses in the most obnoxious manner possible? (Oh yes.) Is there a trick play? (Absolutely.)
At the half, it’s 31-0, Houston.
A second half happens, and when it ends Houston has sacked Lamar Jackson 11 times on the night. Houston fans rush the field, a floating island of red on green turf. Tom Herman stands on the sideline with Greg Ward Jr., both of their shoulders square to an ESPN camera. There is no scrambling for the coach like you usually see postgame, no negotiations or back and forth. He’s ready, right down to the blockers deployed in two lines along the line of sight to give studio a clean shot of the coach and his quarterback.
It’s like they planned it before any of this ever happened, as if they stood a chance at all.
VII
Houston is a massive concrete archipelago. It floats on a bed of bayous and pine barrens and grassy washes in between, and was built as wide as that palette. It’s not totally true that there’s no zoning — there are plenty of usage laws on the books that come close to traditional zoning — but in a state and region full of them, Houston is the biggest sprawl-beast of all.
It’s sprawling in more than one sense of the word. Houston can be super-Texas-country: the requisite pickup trucks, gun shops (oh my god the gun shops), churches, the giant lawns in all the easy marks. There’s also the biggest Hindu temple I’ve seen outside of India because of a booming South Asian population, and a slew of Spanish language radio presets in the rental car thanks to a huge Hispanic community. The banh mi game is extremely real thanks to the Vietnamese and other immigrants that settled in Harris County after 1975. The Chinese community is large enough that you can fly EVA Air direct to IAH from Taipei. One in four Houstonians is foreign-born, including the University of Houston’s President, Renu Khator, who hails from India.
The Big Bubble is the single greatest piece of public art I have ever seen, because it involves making a city fart at you.
It’s diverse, and not just in terms of ethnicity. In the midst of what former mayor Annise Parker called “a toxic sea of red,” Houston is a stalwart blue dot that hasn’t elected a Republican mayor since the 1970s. Parker, who left office in January, was the first openly gay mayor of an American city with a population over a million. There’s all that sprawl, but there’s also light rail, and greenways, and art installations, including the Big Bubble, which consists of a single red button nestled in a brick column on Preston Street by Buffalo Bayou. Press it and you’re not really sure what will happen, which is kind of the point: you idiot, you just pressed a red button for no reason, and might have blown something up far away. You didn’t, as far as you know. Instead, there’s a rush of compressed air, a rumble, and then a giant burp out of the yellow-brown water of the bayou.
The Big Bubble is the single greatest piece of public art I have ever seen, because it involves making a city fart at you.
It’s not pretty or scenic or anything other than a swampy, soupy, overheated, traffic-ridden amoeba of a city, the kind that at its worst moments resembles an overgrown fungus capable of dying from a serious congestive heart condition.
Houston is a cruel, crazy town on a filthy river in east Texas with no zoning laws and a culture of sex, money and violence. It’s a shabby, sprawling metropolis ruled by brazen women, crooked cops and super-rich pansexual cowboys who live by the code of the west—which can mean just about anything you need it to mean, in a pinch
—it ain’t accurate. It’s not close. If there are pansexual cowboys, I didn’t meet them. If there is a culture of sex, money, and violence, it’s average at best for the American standard. Ditto for the crooked cops and brazen women. It can be shabby, but you try keeping a suit pressed in that heat for longer than six minutes. I don’t know what the code of the west is, but in Texas I assume it doesn’t kick in until somewhere just west of San Antonio.
When he wrote that for The Independent in 2004, Hunter S. Thompson needed every place to feel like that, I guess, but that’s not what I saw in Houston. Houston is best experienced mouth-first, and the enemy is not an army of malevolent cowboy conmen,but a much more mundane one: gout. Trying to eat everything you are supposed to eat — the Korean braised goat dumplings at Underbelly, the barbecue at Killen’s, the Frito pie I had as a side dish at Cream Burger, the Vietnamese pho, the Indian at Himalaya— will level you. That none of this is mentioned by Thompson is proof he did not eat solid food for the last thirty years of his life.
Houston is disordered, diverse, hot, constantly fighting its own bulk, nearly ungovernable, prone to flooding, traffic jams, and occasionally susceptible to the cruel whims of global oil and gas prices. It sometimes follows currents contrary to what the rest of the country does, or thinks, or buys or reads or listens to or eats. In the 2016 elections, Houston chose Kim Ogg as District Attorney after the openly gay candidate ran on a platform of diverting non-violent drug offenders away from jail and properly prosecuting rape cases. In the midst of the most savage, reactionary election season in recent memory, that happened.
It’s a lot of things floating along at once, is what I’m saying — some above the water, some listing below it, and some in the process of heading one way or the other. All that uncertainty and flux doesn’t stop. It’s ceaseless. It can’t be stopped. It is what your city is, or will be: diverse, messy, probably hot and unplanned in the way all thriving organisms are. You could not contain Houston, not with three belts strapped tightly around it. It’s the messy, hot, live present and future, as certain and unstoppable as heartburn from trying to digest all of it.
VIII
On Nov. 25, the Houston Cougars gave up a late TD to lose their final game of the 2016 regular season to Memphis, 48-44.
On Nov. 26, Tom Herman resigned as head coach of the Houston Cougars and accepted the head coaching position at the University of Texas.
IX
In the Special Collections Department of the University of Houston’s M.D. Anderson Library, past the main entrance and up to the second floor behind a couple of locked doors, is the entire record collection and personal effects of Robert Earl Davis, Jr., aka DJ Screw.
DJ Screw was one of the founding figures of Houston hip-hop, the DJ who popularized a lot of what most people associate with early Houston hip-hop. Like a lot of Houston rappers and producers, Screw was almost entirely self-invented, a vinyl obsessive who slowed down everything and anything he wanted into sludgy beats. He worked, for the most part, out of his house and away from the label system, recording his sessions off vinyl and onto tape and selling them out of his home. The system was simple: if you wanted a Screw tape, you went to his house and bought one, or simply waited until someone dubbed one for you.
No one is really sure how many Screw tapes there are: definitely hundreds, possibly thousands. The ones in the archives are Maxell XLII tapes kept in a glorified shoebox, each bearing the title written in Screw’s handwriting on the side.
SHIT DON’T STOP
SITTIN’ ON CHROME
99 LIVE
You can’t listen to these without special permission, but if they sound like every other Screw tape, then they sound like the blueprint of early Houston hip-hop. They’re glacially slow, talk a lot about driving giant cars, and talk obsessively about smoking weed and drinking lean, aka purple drank, aka syrup, aka cough syrup usually thrown in a two-cup stack. They creep by in the weirdest way, compulsively listenable, one track collapsing into another. They’re hard to turn off. Get 10 minutes into a Screw tape, and you’ll get 50 minutes into a Screw tape.
The record collection is so big the archivists just bring me two or three boxes at random. Everything you think is in here is in here, along with tons of surprises: The random DJ Quik record, the soundtrack for Doctor Dolittle, Botany Boyz records, a well-worn copy of Doggystyle, a slew of promo cuts from forgotten or near-forgotten Dirty South rappers.
The list of personal effects is small. There are a few greeting cards, signed in his scrawl, simply: “SCREW.” There are unopened promos — tons from record companies and possibly imaginary record companies asking Screw to listen to this demo, or play this record on a tape. A photograph of Screw as a kid with his Little League team, looking kind of lost like most kids in Little League do.
The wave of artists Screw’s beats floated and influenced and pushed into life now all do so many different things. Bun B is the unofficial mayor of Houston, and performs with the Houston Symphony in between helping make wine pairings at Underbelly and lecturing at Rice University. Paul Wall still records and makes grills, but branched out into acting for a while. His partner in the grill business, Johnny Dang, the one who helped with Tom Herman’s custom grill, just opened a new showroom for his jewelry shop. It’s gleaming white marble in all directions, with an AR-15 hanging on the back wall clearly visible through a window into the custom shop. Even Lil Ikes, the custom auto shop famous for candy paint jobs, moved to a new location. Slabs are strictly an elective high-end business for them now, and will cost you over eight grand if they decide it’s something they want to do.
Chamillionaire is a successful tech investor, and in 2015 served as the “entrepreneur-in-residence” at venture capital firm Upfront Ventures.
Screw died in 2000. He was found in his home, dead from what the coroner called a codeine overdose. His father donated Screw’s effects to the University of Houston library, where you can look at it if you show an ID, state your purpose, and behave nicely about the whole thing. He’s in there with the maps, the blurry photos, the accounts of storm damage, the University of Houston football programs from the 1989 season with a dashing-looking Jack Pardee on the cover.
There is one more box. The archivists want to know if I want to look at it. I say sure without asking what it is, and look around the room. The library has all these black-and-white photos on the wall of historical Houston. None of them are pretty, just photos of endless human activity and hustling and sweat and the maps people used to guide all that movement.
Let your brain float on it and it seems loud, and hot, and busy, like one long hustle from one day to the next. A library is supposed to be quiet and this one is, with only the hum of the air-conditioning in the background. But looking around for a minute your brain picks up all that noise whether you want to or not — and that’s before you remember you just held a whole shoebox of Screw tapes. They’re loud just sitting there in your hand.
The archivists hand the box over. It’s a flat, long box, the kind you might keep a kid’s christening gown in for memory’s sake. I open it. It’s a purple sack with gold piping.
I’m holding DJ Screw’s Crown Royal bag.
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Major Applewhite is on a bus, riding with his team as they shuttle around Sin City for Las Vegas Bowl festivities. He was anointed the head coach of the Houston Cougars after a search that featured a full-blown moment of panic when disgraced former Baylor and Houston coach Art Briles’s name surfaced as a rumored candidate, plus a flirtation with Alabama offensive coordinator Lane Kiffin (who since accepted the FAU head coaching gig).
Ultimately, Houston promoted from within, and in doing so got a UT legend to replace the coach they just sent north to a new job in Austin. Applewhite had finished his first full weekend of recruiting. The pitch for Houston sounds the same. You might play football, but after you play your four or five years, or after you play in the league, where do you want to live? Where will you get a job? He mentions the indomitable job market, the proximity to home. It sounds a lot like Tom Herman’s pitch for the program, and it should: Applewhite has been on the Houston staff for two years.
For now, there will be stability, though a lot of the usual questions remain. What changes now that he’s coach?
“We won’t change a lot right now. We’re just trying to get through our game here. As for my role, I’m the one asking questions now, asking what the defense or the offense needs to succeed.”
How does not getting into the Big 12 affect the program?
“Like Tilman Fertitta says, ‘just win, baby.’ Everything else will take care of itself.”
That’s Tilman Fertitta, the billionaire Houston booster, he of the reality television series Billion Dollar Buyer, the guy who publicly said he would do everything he could to get Houston into the Big 12. In case you didn’t think a Texan billionaire would be involved here, you missed the part about this being a story about a program in Texas. Some swaggering billionaire, inevitably, will make an appearance.
I don’t ask him what he thinks of a few things. The first is about how his new boss, University President Renu Khator, said that Houston was a place where 10-2 was the standard, and that they would fire you for 8-4. Applewhite had been on the job for four days when we talked, and it seemed pointless to ask. After all, it’s par for the course with everything else in Houston: to start with an empty, boggy lot, and then build Mission Control on the same spot, and then eventually send things into the stratosphere from that completely unremarkable bit of earth. That happened. This could happen. It seemed very hard, at any point, to suggest this could not be real, or that anyone was being unreasonable.
I also did not ask him about WWE legend Booker T announcing his run for mayor of Houston, which was also something that happened in real life.
I did ask: will he get a grill, like Herman did? He paused, and seemed to put real thought into it before answering.
“I was thinking of getting one of those chalices. I think that’s more suited to my personality.”
BOSTON -- The following things should not be mentioned to Russell Westbrook: triple doubles and the pursuit thereof, Kevin Durant, rest, his shot selection, his usage rate, et cetera, et cetera.
When he is asked about any of these things, Westbrook tends to shut down the questioner with an icy stare much to the delight of websites like the one you’re reading. When he does answer in any way, his words rocket around the internet and find their way onto websites like the one you’re reading. Either way he makes great, if reluctant, content.
On the list of approved Russ topics: his teammates. Seriously, his eyes light up when the attention is directed elsewhere.
"That’s the best part of the game, to see the smiles on their faces and the breakthroughs they have as individuals," Westbrook said. "Once you put in all the work pre-practice and post-practice and see it in a game and see it in play, that’s a great feeling."
It’s easy to say Westbrook is misunderstood, but that doesn’t get us anywhere useful. The truth is we’ve never been able to truly understand Russ as a player, or what makes him tick. Better to suggest that Westbrook is the most interesting player in the NBA this season precisely because he’s the most inscrutable. Peruse any of the in-season lists for Most Valuable Player and Westbrook is at the top of every one. Peruse any of the numerous media outlets that cover the sport and you won’t find a single soft-focus feature or profile.
Beyond banal daily quotes, his game does all the talking. It’s a steady assault from the opening tip to the final buzzer, filled with end-to-end dashes, brilliant passes, clutch threes, and monstrous dunks. Russ plays with one speed and that speed is always revved to the highest levels of his speedometer. That it burns hotter than everyone else’s is his greatest strength. Asking him to temper his approach is counterproductive at best and sheer negligence at worst.
"I just read and react," he said, providing a perfect distillation of his work. "The game will tell you what to do on the floor, and that’s what I try to do."
Of course, those instincts are fortified by hours of film work and prep, which is not for public consumption. What he does and how he goes about doing it are different things. So, round and round it goes. On the court, Westbrook is a delight. His numbers are eye-popping, but it’s the visceral feel of watching him play that truly sets him apart from everyone else. Off the court, he’s a cypher, at least to everyone outside the Oklahoma City bubble.
There is one maddening question at the heart of any Russell Westbrook discussion: is this a good thing? Can your best player soak up so many tangible things in the box score, and still be a positive influence on a winning culture? This is the crux of the Westbrook debate and to the Thunder, the answer is obvious.
"He’s a guy that impacts the game maybe like no other player in this league," his coach Billy Donovan said. "Because he’s so rare and impacts the game in so many different ways, you see the usage and the amount of time he’s playing and say, ‘is this sustainable?’ I look at it the other way. Are we playing the right way, are we playing together as a team, and what are his minutes like? This is not a guy that’s playing 42 minutes a night. When he goes out there he’s going to play to who he is, and I think he also understands that in order for our team to be the best we can be he’s got to incorporate and help everybody grow as players."
The Thunder are a decent, but hardly great team. They’ll make the playoffs but aren’t expected to do much damage once they get there. Maybe they’ll exact a pound of flesh from some contender forced to keep up with Westbrook. Maybe they’ll even win a round against the right match-up, but no one is seriously considering them a threat to emerge from the Western Conference.
That’s to be expected, considering the way they lost Durant in the offseason. General manager Sam Presti didn’t have a lot of time to recover, but he had already managed to pull off a coup when he traded veteran Serge Ibaka for Victor Oladipo and rookie big man Domantis Sabonis. Would they be better with Ibaka in the lineup today? Probably, but Presti has always played the long game even before KD jumped ship.
There may not be a second star on the roster at the moment, but Oladipo was coming along before a wrist sprain knocked him out of the lineup. Steven Adams is the kind of burly but skilled big man anyone would want and Enes Kanter has been a reliable bench scorer. The bulk of their roster is made up on young players in their early 20s. Some of them are rookies, while the rest are playing meaningful minutes for the first time in their careers. Given the parameters in place, Westbrook’s dominating presence is absolutely necessary.
What the Thunder are and what they can be with the benefit of time are not the same thing. This is obviously a transition year and it speaks well to the amount of talent Presti and his crew have amassed that they haven’t completely fallen apart. Unlike so many other teams that lost a great player, the Thunder haven’t cratered into the abyss.
There’s a decent core to begin the rebuilding process, but the Thunder’s continued relevance mostly speaks to how overwhelming a force Westbrook is and where he ranks among the game’s elite. The mark of a great player isn’t just winning championships and awards, it’s making the whole greater than the sum of its parts. In his own way, Westbrook has done exactly that.
Presti’s challenge, assuming Westbrook does stay in OKC for the duration, is to construct a team around his unique franchise player. To that end, Presti and the Thunder were given a gift -- some would call it overdue payback -- when they were granted an exception under the new terms of the collective bargaining agreement. As reported by Yahoo’s Adrian Wojnarowski, both the Thunder and the Rockets could grant the newly created super max upon their superstars: Westbrook and James Harden, respectively. That would allow OKC to re-sign Westbrook this summer to a five-year extension worth $219 million on top of the $28.5 million he’d make in 2017-18.
Given the new rules, it’s possible that we could see a future when single-star franchises become the norm. As with all CBA talk, we won’t know the full extent of the rules for years to come, and it will be at least that long before the cap spike begins to level off and we get a truer picture of the landscape. As they were under the prior CBA, the Thunder will be a fascinating test case.
While that’s an interesting academic exercise, it gets away from the very reason that makes Westbrook so compelling. Consider the final stretch of their game against the Celtics on Friday: tie game, on the road, with his counterpart Isaiah Thomas beginning to heat up. Westbrook scored 17 of the Thunder’s final 20 points. He converted an and-one. He knocked down threes in front of Marcus Smart and then Avery Bradley. He shimmied. He stared. He drove daggers through the parquet.
"Why not?" he said. "That’s my motto. That’s what I stand by. That’s what I believe in. Just continue to tell yourself ‘why not?’ Continue to strive and make the right play to help your team win."
Russell Westbrook was everything and the Thunder needed everything he had to give. The subsequent triple double -- 45 points, 11 rebounds, 11 assists -- was beside the point. He’s made the entire concept seem superfluous and there’s no point in asking about it anymore. It’s just there to be marveled at, and it’s phenomenal to behold. Why not, indeed.
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Christmas Day is the NBA’s version of Festivus. There are so many games and so much family time to be shared that we thought it would be helpful to provide a few conversation starters to bring everyone under our big tent.
Boston vs. New York: Isaiah Thomas is averaging 27 points a game. No, they’re not related. Kristaps Porzingis is what Dave DeBusschere would have been if they let big men shoot from distance. Also his mixtape is fire. Please tell me more about the ‘80s Celtics or the 1969 Knicks. That never gets old.
Golden State vs. Cleveland: LeBron James is the best player since Michael Jordan, and when it’s all said and done there will be a debate between who was better. Kevin Durant prioritized quality of life in his work decision and we all should be so fortunate as to have agency over our own destinies. (Wait, this got contentious. Let’s steer it toward safer ground.) Did you know Tristan Thompson is dating a Kardashian? Those Steph Currys make for some fine tennis shoes.
San Antonio vs. Chicago: Do you side with Gibbon’s classical formulation or Demandt’s sprawling rationale regarding the fall of Rome? I’m torn between Pop-Kerr in 2020, or Kerr-Pop. The secret to the Spurs success is it’s a secret. Think about that. Jimmy Butler is the second best player in the East. Probably.
OKC vs. Minnesota: Unicorns are mythical creatures who shoot threes and something-something. Look, no one really knows what makes a unicorn but there’s one right there. His name is KAT and he gets yarn. It’s pronounced Thibs, like thimble. Russell Westbrook is averaging a triple double … just like Oscar Robertson. Please tell me more stories about Oscar Robertson. That never gets old.
Clippers vs. Lakers: Finally, everyone else is asleep and we can all get back to doing what we always do at 10:30 on a Sunday night: make jokes about the Clippers. Thanks to everyone for reading. Safe travels and be excellent to one another.
"I’m a killa. I’m a killa."-- Celtics guard Isaiah Thomas to CSN-New England after dropping 40 on the Grizzlies.
Reaction: Thomas is averaging eight of his 27 points per game in the fourth quarter. That’s second in the league behind only Russell Westbrook. He has the third highest usage rate in the final quarter behind only Westbrook and DeMarcus Cousins, and he’s registering a True Shooting Percentage of .649. That’s a long way of saying I.T. is a killa.
Reaction: Heat coach Erik Spoelstra has been critical at times of his center but he later said he was fine with Whiteside’s comments. This whole franchise player experience is a massive learning experience for Whiteside and as the Heat go through a major overhaul, it’s best to not let small things become larger problems.
"When I got older and actually wanted to win, I would drink a lot of water, eat a lot of veggies, go to bed once you got into the city — no sex, nothing like that. Because all that stuff adds up."-- Metta World Peace on coming to peace with back-to-backs.
Reaction: Back-to-backs are bad. They tend to produce an inferior product and can lead to injuries. Veggies, however, are delicious and nutritious at any time. Listen to Metta, kids.
Reaction: Things are bad for the Blazers. They’ve lost seven of eight and have the worst defense in the league. All hope is not lost. They’re still hanging around the bottom of the playoff picture and If any team could use a mid-season trade, it’s them. A guy like Nerlens Noel would look awfully good in Rip City.
Reaction: In addition to being arguably the most impactful defensive big man in the game, he’s also a double-double machine and shooting almost 70 percent. Gobert is the goods and the Jazz are finally legit. (Marc Gasol is still the best center in the league, by the way.)
Which two teams will make it all the way to Houston?
The NFL regular season is in the books and the playoffs are right around the corner. Only 12 teams are left standing as they battle to lift the Lombardi Trophy in February. The NFL announced its schedule for the postseason and now we know precisely when the top teams are going to scrap, at least initially.
The Packers won that game, and they will host the New York Giants, while the loser, the Lions, will travel to take on the Seattle Seahawks.
In the Divisional round, the New England Patriots and Dallas Cowboys will be in action after earning first-round byes, sitting at the top of the AFC and NFC, respectively. The Kansas City Chiefs and Atlanta Falcons also earned byes as the second seeds in each conference.
Accordingly, the top seeds will play the lowest winning seed from the Wild Card round. This all leads up to the conference championship games on Jan. 22, where the winners will earn a trip to Super Bowl 51 at NRG Stadium in Houston.
Here’s the complete playoff schedule. All times are Eastern.
BOSTON -- Rudy Gobert is a star. How you feel about that statement depends on two primary factors: how much you value defense, and how much you watch the Utah Jazz.
Gobert’s defensive value is been well-established at this point. He’s a shot-blocking machine who’s figured out how to defend the entire paint. Other big men have stretched the limits of verticality, few have done it with such dexterity. Gobert is so effective that most teams don’t even try to go down low when he’s in the game, and fewer still are successful.
That ability has made him the linchpin of the fourth-rated defense in the league and a leading candidate for Defensive Player of the Year (along with Kawhi Leonard, Draymond Green, and Marc Gasol). Utah’s top-flight defense, by the way, has been without George Hill for much of the season, as well as Derrick Favors for almost half. NBA defense is rarely about one player, no matter how dynamic. For every action, there’s a reaction and for everything you take away, something else opens up.
How vital is Gobert in this equation? When he’s on the court, the Jazz allow 99.9 points per 100 possessions. When he’s on the bench that number skyrockets to 106.2. With Gobert locking down the paint, his teammates can concentrate on taking away the 3-point line, which they do better than anyone else in the league. That leaves inefficient long twos as the shot of choice against Utah.
What’s elevated Gobert from the ranks of intriguing young talent into All-Star consideration has been a steadier offensive game. He’s averaging double figures in scoring for the first time in his career and shooting an absurd 67 percent from the floor, with an improved free throw shooting stroke to go with it. He doesn’t possess unicorn range by any means, but Gobert has become stronger and more sure of himself around the rim. He’s no longer just a passive participant in Utah’s offensive flow, he’s a main actor.
"I used to be more nervous," Gobert said. "Now I’m just playing, having fun."
As with his defense, Gobert’s offensive impact is contextual. When he’s on the court, the Jazz score 108.1 points per 100 possessions and 103.9 when he’s off. The true mark of a star is that they make everyone else on the court better. Traditionally, that’s been the role of a playmaking scorer. In Gobert’s case, his very presence attracts so much attention that everyone else is free to do their thing. That includes Gordon Hayward, who is also having a breakthrough campaign.
"He’s so big that if he catches the ball on a roll, even if you’re there and he’s inside six feet of the basket, there’s a good chance you and the ball are going in the basket together," Celtics coach Brad Stevens said. "He’s great on lobs. He’s gotten better at finishing in traffic. He’s a good offensive rebounder. And then they’ve got a bunch of guys who can really shoot the ball, so he gets looks because you’re worried about the 3-point line. He’s a really good player."
The context is important because when you watch Gobert play, you still shake your head in amazement at some of the things he can do. Against the Raptors on Thursday, Gobert got the ball above the 3-point line with fellow 7-footer Jonas Valanciunas guarding him closely. Gobert needed all of two dribbles to fly past Jonas and dunk all over Canada. It was the kind of play that makes you wonder just how much potential is still left to be tapped.
"What’s the one thing we’re going to work on? There isn’t one," said Utah assistant coach Alex Jensen, who has worked closely with Gobert since he came into the league. "Offensively, and even defensively, the potential is a lot higher than where he is right now. That’s the thing that makes him different. He’s hungry and not satisfied with signing the (4-year, $104 million) contract. He does want to be the best."
That move against Toronto would have seemed impossible two years ago when Gobert burst on the scene. The sheer force of his Stifle Tower presence was obvious, but he seemed unsure and tentative on the offensive end and his shot-blocking ability masked his inexperience on defense.
All of that is coming together this season and none of it is happening by accident. From the moment he entered the league, Gobert has had to prove to himself and everyone else just how good he can be. His blossoming is the result of hours of work, primarily alongside Jensen.
"They have a unique bond," Utah coach Quin Snyder said. "He’s unforgiving and Rudy likes that."
Or as Gobert put it, "He believed in me even when I wasn’t playing. He tells me the truth, not what I want to hear. That’s great. He helped me a lot to get better every day and he’s treated me the same way."
The two first became acquainted during their first seasons in Utah. Gobert was the raw rookie, drafted at the end of the first round. Jensen was the first-year assistant. Gobert rarely played apart from D-League assignments, so he spent most of his time working on his game with Jensen. As Jensen recounts, Gobert was there every day, ready to work.
What stood out to the coach was that Gobert not only wanted to get better, he liked to play. That’s not always the case with project big men. If anything, Jensen needed to focus Gobert on making small gains that would allow the rest of his game to flourish.
"Rudy’s one of those guys who will come in at the end of the season and he’ll want to work on everything," Jensen said. "I told him his first year, if you can go vertical at the rim and make free throws you’ll play for a long time and make a lot of money. He’s surpassed that."
It helped that Gobert arrived with a chip on his shoulder. Projected to go higher in the draft, he slid all the way to the 27th pick, where the Jazz scooped him up. Sitting on the bench during his rookie year only added to his desire to show people that he belonged. He got his chance midway through his second year and helped turn the Jazz from a middling team into a defensive juggernaut.
A breakthrough was expected last year, but a knee injury cost him 20 games and limited his effectiveness. Seen by many as a looming power coming into the season, Utah failed to make the playoffs and Gobert stagnated. From such disappointments are great players born. Gobert got stronger during his rehab and over the summer. He worked on his core and lower body strength. He always had decent hands, but now when he catches the ball he’s stronger and more sure of himself.
"Before he used to catch and any little bump would affect him, especially in traffic," Jensen said. "It’s funny how that works. Just like not playing and falling in the draft, I think (coming back from an injury) was a blessing in the long run. It accelerates the process. Usually guys get serious about their health and their routine later in their career. That showed him how fragile it is."
Gobert has been anything but fragile this season. He’s started every game for Utah -- the only member of the starting five to do so -- and has emerged as the team’s primary interior force. The extension he signed in the offseason is further validation of his emergence as a franchise cornerstone.
Gobert’s been feeling himself a bit too, telling ESPN’s Tim McMahon earlier this season that he viewed himself as the best center in the league. While he lacks the nouveau appeal of the emerging wave of 3-point shooting giants, Gobert’s old-school game makes him delightfully anachronistic, if not wholly unique. He’s a throwback to the way big men used to play, albeit with athleticism to spare and a work ethic to be the best.
"Rudy’s competitive," Snyder said. "It burns in him. He wants to be really, really good. Anyone that talks to him, that resonates. There’s a confidence that I don’t think is misplaced. The goals that he has for himself are really high. We’ll see over the course of his career if they’re achievable. I don’t think he’s one to put a ceiling on that."
He’s not, and no one else should either. Rudy Gobert has arrived, even as his vast potential has yet to catch up to his long frame.
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As we say goodbye to 2016, let’s take one last look back on the year that was and the storylines that defined the league.
The vindication of LeBron James: By the time the Finals rolled around, LeBron presented us with yet another riddle in his complex contextual puzzle. Assuming the Cavs lost to the Warriors -- and that was the general consensus -- Bron would have been 2-4 in the Finals and 0-for-2 against Steph Curry and company. Calling him the greatest player of his generation was a formality, but placing him among the All-Time All-Timers with a losing Finals record was a trickier proposition. Instead, James rallied the Cavs from a 3-1 deficit and enjoyed his signature moment, breaking down in tears after completing the comeback. He’s still playing for history, but his place among the immortals is no longer up for debate.
The Warrior effect: The Warriors changed the geometry of the court when they unleashed their Death Lineup on the league. Teams had played small before, but never this well. The switch-everything counter unveiled by Gregg Popovich and employed by the Cavs in the Finals, placed a renewed emphasis on defensive speed and versatility bringing the stylistic template for this era full circle. The Warriors then went out and added the ultimate complimentary weapon in Kevin Durant. In response, the new collective bargaining agreement implements measures that make attracting superstars to super-teams a losing financial proposition. Everyone is adjusting to the Warriors. Maybe Joe Lacob was right, after all.
Russell Westbrook (and James Harden) versus the world: One of the byproducts of super-teams in Cleveland and Golden State has been the elevation of players operating in one-star franchises. Consider that while LeBron and KD may be the two best players in the league, Westbrook and Harden have taken the lead in the MVP race by doing everything for their respective teams. The league would like to keep it that way with the new CBA, shifting the focus from a place where teams are able to "share stars" (but not accumulate them) to one where there’s a singular player in every city. The latter gambit didn’t quite work. Whether the new one takes hold will define the league’s direction over the next few years.
Kobe, KG, and Timmy say goodbye: While lacking the definitiveness of the Bird-Magic rivalry and the singularity of Jordan’s domination, Kobe Bryant, Kevin Garnett, and Tim Duncan defined their eras and brought the league into the 21st Century. Each went out in their own inimitable manner. Kobe embarked on a season-long farewell tour. KG held on till the bitter end. Timmy simply went away. They’ll all meet again in Springfield as soon as they’re eligible. All three were special players and the league they left behind is in even better hands than when they arrived.
This is truly Adam Silver’s league now: It’s been three years since Silver officially took the reins from David Stern and in that time we’ve seen a kinder, gentler NBA office. Not that Silver is a pushover by any means, but from ridding the league of Donald Sterling to reaching a new CBA deal with the NBPA, we have entered a stage of relative peace and prosperity not seen since the halcyon days of the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. There are sizable issues still to be worked out. They include the transformation from a television league to a digital one, and the NBA’s sometimes uneasy balance between being a progressive institution and its corporate instincts. Yet, for the first time in a long time, the NBA has been more proactive than reactive and that’s a credit to Silver’s leadership.
"I was like, ‘Let’s see what this guy did in his career, anyway.’ I saw Rookie of the Year, NBA championship, USA Olympic gold medal, second in assists, fifth in made threes, blah, blah, blah. I was like, ‘Jesus freaking Christ, how can I compete with that? I better zip it.’"-- Giannis Antetokounmpo on Jason Kidd.
Reaction: The Freak is growing up right before our eyes and as he said in Lee Jenkins’ fantastic profile, he’s no longer the wide-eyed kid drinking smoothies and providing comic relief for a bad team. Giannis is a star now and he proved it yet again this week with his game-winner against the Knicks.
"When he’s in the halfcourt you constantly have to react to him. The minute you let up for a second -- BAM -- it’s like a fighter if you drop your hands, he hits you in the face."-- Utah coach Quin Snyder on Boston’s Isaiah Thomas.
Reaction: That quote so perfectly encapsulates IT that I’m mad I didn’t think of it myself. Speaking of reassessing players, let’s get this clear in our heads: Isaiah Thomas is a star. Full. Stop. You can try to parse out what magnitude of star player he is, but all you have to do is listen to opposing coaches and players who have nightmares trying to defend the guy.
Reaction: There are a ton of interesting insights in Lowe’s piece, but this one gets to the heart of the matter. Whether you lament the proliferation of threes or embrace the new paradigm there’s a simple question that needs to be asked: Are the games good? Ultimately, that’s what we’re here for, whether it’s a lights out 117-108 affair or an 83-80 meat grinder. I’ll take the points, thanks.
"It’s a joke. Right now we have no leadership. We have no veteran leadership on this team stepping up. Don’t hear anybody speaking, taking the lead … We need some leadership to shine and step up when we are struggling which we are."-- Nuggets coach Michael Malone.
Reaction: Malone went on to rip his team’s defense as an embarrassment, which it has been. Danilo Gallinari took exception to the veteran leadership comments and Malone later apologized for the public nature of his remarks, if not the actual message he was delivering. This is a pivotal moment in the season of one of the league’s most unusual teams. There’s still time for them to sneak into the playoffs, and there’s also time to begin unloading those vets and fully commit to the youth movement. Option B might be the best choice, all things considered.
Reaction: There are five Eastern Conference point guards having All-Star caliber seasons and you can make a strong case that Lowry has played the best out of a group that includes Kyrie Irving, John Wall, Kemba Walker, and Isaiah Thomas. There’s also a decent chance that not all five will make it, which means someone will feel justifiably snubbed. You gotta have Wolverine, though.
The only rivalry that matters returns on Monday night when the Cleveland Cavaliers visit Oracle Arena for the first time since completing their historic championship comeback. That’s a tough statement to accept for those of us immersed in the day-to-day fluctuations of a season that lasts half the calendar year, but it’s an accurate one. Everything that happens in the league gets filtered through a Cavs-Warriors prism, from transactions to team-building to collective bargaining agreements.
When a player like Kyle Korver becomes available, Cavs GM David Griffin pounces, mortgaging more parts of a future whose bill he may never care to pay. When a player like Kevin Durant becomes a free agent, Warriors GM Bob Myers wastes no time putting in place a plan that took years of planning and no small amount of good fortune to pull off. There is no tomorrow for either of these teams, only today and the immediate future. Griffin and Myers have both used that to their tactical advantage.
Other teams must operate on a different calculus. Should they go all-in on a move that may handicap them for years in an effort to take one more inspired swing right now? That’s the kind of question facing Toronto GM Masai Ujiri as he weighs whether there’s a trade that would truly alter his team’s equation against Cleveland. Or consider the dilemma of the other GMs, who must balance a need to be competitive with the realization that championship dreams may be better served in years to come.
The new CBA, meanwhile, will impose rules to entice franchise players to remain with the team that drafted them throughout their prime years. That’s a reaction to Kevin Durant’s decision to come to Golden State, which happened under rules that were in place as a reaction to LeBron James moving to Miami. The path to acquiring superstars who could compete with these two juggernauts is growing more narrow even as the new CBA attempts to level the playing field for the future.
The context is different, but this rivalry has become to this era what the Lakers and Celtics were to the ‘80s. The Cavs and Warriors are the axis points around which everything else revolves, and that has been a boon to the league. Rue the existence of superteams all you want, but the ratings reflect an intense interest that transcend normal NBA parameters. Their Christmas Day game registered the highest ratings in their time slot in a dozen years and their Finals broke records.
What makes this even more compelling is that the Warriors-Cavs rivalry shoots to another dimension when they meet on the court. Their encounters have become capital-E Events and every quote, subtweet, and side-eyed glance is tinged with melodrama and double meaning. The games have not only produced fantastic theater, they’ve had far-reaching consequences.
It was roughly a year ago when the Warriors went to Cleveland and beat the Cavs by 34 points. Within the week, David Blatt was out of a job and Tyronn Lue was elevated to the head coaching position. If the Warriors hadn’t blown a 3-1 lead in the Finals, who knows where Durant would be playing today, or if Kevin Love would still be in Cleveland. Even their considerable realities produce fascinating parallel universes.
As Klay Thompson put it to USA Today, "It's a good rivalry, and it's good for the NBA. It makes it more fun, you know? It's rare in pro sports you get rivalries like this, so we enjoy it, and we embrace it."
As they should. As we all should.
But what of the inherent issue that arises when two teams seem so clearly above the competition? The fear heading into the season was that the inevitable rubber match between the Cavs and Warriors would cast such a large shadow over the regular season that it would be rendered meaningless. That hasn’t happened as we hit the midway point and there are two primary factors at work.
The rise of the high-usage superstar
Long one of the league’s most creative scorers, Isaiah Thomas has raised his scoring average to over 28 points a game in only 33 minutes of action. Thomas can get in the lane with the best of them, and he’s adept at scoring among the trees and getting to the free throw line. That’s always been his bread-and-butter, but he’s also diligently subtracted his already low rate of long two-point shots with even more threes that he makes with even greater accuracy. In his sixth season, Thomas has become an efficency monster.
Part of the reason for IT’s scoring surge has been the addition of Al Horford. While not among the game’s best 3-point shooting centers, Horford’s enough of a threat that as he drifts beyond the arc and pulls defenders with him, Thomas has even more space to cast his magic spells. Watch a Celtics game, and there’s a decent chance Thomas will pull off a handful of scoring binges that will tilt the scoreboard.
This is the NBA right now. Pair a creative ball-handling wizard with an able-shooting big man who also happens to be a great passer, and go to work. Scoring is up to almost unprecedented levels and the rate of 3-point attempts keeps rising. As Zach Lowe wrote recently, it’s difficult to tell if we’ve reached the zenith of the pace-and-space era or if there’s even more room for offenses to create scoring chances.
In a bygone era when hand-checking and rough defense ruled, undermanned teams would slow the pace to a crawl and try to limit the amount of possessions. The thinking was that the fewer chances to score, the closer the score would be at the end. The modern-day counter is math: more shots, more threes, more opportunities to score and level the talent-gap.
It’s not just Thomas who has elevated his game this season. Look around at the ranks of ball-dominant guards currently putting up spectacular numbers. From James Harden and Russell Westbrook out West to the quintet of All-Star caliber point guards in the East, there’s never been a better time to be an empowered guard with a green light. That’s made for a fascinating MVP discussion (see this week’s List) and a surge in individual star power.
With that has also come an explosion of 50-point games. One night Thomas dropped 52 on the Miami Heat on only 26 attempts and the next evening Harden did him one point better when he went for 53 on the Knicks. Westbrook, as you may have heard, is averaging a triple-double and Kyle Lowry has one-upped his career season with an even better campaign. On and on it goes as every night’s slate of games offers the promise of even greater scoring binges.
This really comes down to an aesthetic argument. If ‘90s slowball was your thing, the current version looks absurd. (Shoutout to all the ex-players lamenting the state of the game.) If free-flowing offense is your ticket, then the current NBA product is an exhilarating joyride.
The next generation is fascinating
Every time Kristaps Porzingis pulls up from behind the arc, or Joel Embiid takes someone off the bounce we are witnessing the future in real time. The key phrase this year has been unicorn, a term that has been thrown around so much it’s begun to lose some of its appeal. The short definition is that of a big man who can step out and make threes, but its application extends to a wave of players who are fundamentally changing our perception of what big men can do on the court.
From Karl-Anthony Towns to Embiid and Porzingis we haven’t seen such an influx of versatile, talented big men since the mid ‘80s when Patrick Ewing, Hakeem Olajuwon, and David Robinson burst on the scene. And what of Anthony Davis, the old man of the group whose game has come together a year behind schedule, especially on the defensive end? Add in the wondrous talents of Giannis Antetokounmpo and the mind reels at the possibilities that await the league in a post-Cavs and Warriors future.
That’s the most interesting subplot of this season. In what should be another slog toward an inevitable Finals rematch, we’ve been treated to glimpses of what the future holds for us. Those next-wave players, emboldened by progressive coaching and tactics have been empowered to expand their games and test their limits. All the while, they’re building equity in their franchises and their own bank accounts. This isn’t so much a transition year as a nurturing playground.
There will always be franchises that are smarter, more adaptable, and downright luckier than the rest. There will always be a handful of players who are just a cut above their colleagues. Try as it might, the NBA will never be able to enforce parity the likes of which we see in the other sports. But it is evolving toward a fundamentally different future. That it can take place in the shadow of what has become a rivalry for the ages bodes well for the future, and the present.
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As we hit the midpoint of the season it’s as good a time as any to check in on the major award races.
MVP -- LeBron James: Russell Westbrook and James Harden are the presumptive favorites (or is it Harden first and then Westbrook?), but my hypothetical vote still belongs with LeBron. He’s still clearly the best player in the game and that’s not just by reputation and acclaim. He’s also having a fantastic season. His shooting percentages are up and so are his playmaking numbers. LeBron makes everyone around him better, whether it’s Kyrie Irving and Kevin Love or Jordan McRae and DeAndre Liggins. Harden or Westbrook (or Westbrook or Harden) may ultimately prevail here, but the King stays the King.
Rookie -- Joel Embiid: This is the easiest pick on the board, complicated only by the knowledge that Embiid is in his third season with the 76ers but still counts as a rookie based on his injuries. That argument would hold more merit if there was a worthy contender from this year’s freshman class, but there isn’t one. Top pick Ben Simmons hasn’t been on the court yet and the others range from role players to early stages of development. Embiid is also more than the default choice, he’s a potential franchise player. The pickings are slim beyond Embiid with steady second-rounder Malcolm Brogdon and emerging sharpshooter Buddy Hield the best of the underwhelming rest.
Sixth Man -- Eric Gordon: Second only to Steph Curry in made 3-pointers, Gordon has rejuvenated his career after a rocky conclusion to his star-crossed tenure in New Orleans. He’s averaging better than 18 points per game, tops among qualified reserves, and the Rockets are almost 10 points better than their opponents per 100 possessions when he’s on the court. This is a fun race with the usual collection of bench scorers (Lou Williams, Jamal Crawford) and an influx of traditional big men starters like Greg Monroe and the ageless Zach Randolph who have moved to reserve roles. Throw in the essential Patrick Patterson, along with the likes of Tyler Johnson and Enes Kanter and there’s no shortage of candidates.
Coach -- Mike D’Antoni: Gregg Popovich’s continued excellence is a given and Steve Kerr’s ability to blend superstars has been an underplayed storyline this season. There’s also been quality work from Dwane Casey, Ty Lue, Brad Stevens, and David Fizdale. No team, however, has surpassed expectations like D’Antoni’s Rockets and no coach has created a system that has allowed his superstar to flourish the way Harden has this season. Houston’s team defense also falls in the acceptable range, a far cry from its expected abysmal ranking. The Rockets aren’t just a surprise team, they’re legitimately damn good, and D’Antoni is enjoying a sideline renaissance.
Defensive Player -- Rudy Gobert: The last few years have seen the rise of shutdown wing defenders like Kawhi Leonard and the emergence of the versatile player personified by Draymond Green. It may not be a sport for traditional centers anymore, but the bigs are still vital in constructing top-flight defenses. I wrote at length about Gobert’s emergence in last week’s Shootaround, and there are a ton of metrics that bolster his case. The Jazz are monsters when he’s on the court, teams rarely challenge him anymore, and he’s the leader in ESPN’s Real Plus/Minus stat. Green, especially, presents a compelling counter-argument but the vote thus far is with the Stifle Tower.
Most Improved -- Giannis Antetokounmpo: I’m slowly coming around to the merits of this award, even if no two definitions of Most Improved are exactly alike. Do you reward the overwhelmed rookie who becomes a solid role player with more minutes and experience, or the solid player who blossoms into a star? The latter is the toughest leap to make and no one has done this half-season quite like Greek Freak. He’s gone from League Pass curiosity to arguably the second-best player in his conference. His competition for that hypothetical crown is Jimmy Butler, who has his own strong case. Can a player win Most Improved twice?
Reaction: Whatever works, Optimus Dime (tip of the hat to b-ref’s weird nickname collector). Now would be a good time to remind everyone that Wall has been playing on another level this season. He’s averaging career highs in points, assists, and steals while leading the Wizards back from oblivion. This is his career year and we should finally find out once and for all whether Wall and the Wizards are going places or stuck in the middle again.
"This notion we have that wherever you grow up -- whether in London or Beijing or Johannesburg or Paris -- that if you're the very best basketball player you're going to come together and play in this one league. So we pay a lot of attention to things that potentially impact borders and, I think as a sport, we are also very focused on principles and values. That includes inclusion and diversity and respect for others."-- NBA commissioner Adam Silver in London on the impact of the Brexit vote.
Reaction: Silver’s laying out a very broad scope of how the league may decide to do business in the coming years. This is one of the key questions for the league: can it be a responsible corporation in a changing global environment, and even within its own borders?
Reaction: While not ranking with "The ship be sinking" in the immortal words of Micheal Ray Richardson, Rose’s bizarre disappearing act was yet another chapter in surreal Knick lore. The Knicks and Rose are in a no-win situation here, especially as Rose’s camp makes noise about looking for a max deal in free agency.
BOSTON -- It was about this time a year ago when the Portland Trail Blazers went on a heady run that elevated them from the ranks of also-rans into the exalted world of phenoms. Over a nearly two-month stretch the Blazers won 18 of 22 games, captivating their fans with a string of clutch performances and impressive victories.
They then built upon that success in the playoffs by capitalizing on the Clippers’ unfortunate injuries with a first-round upset and offering a reasonably strong accounting of themselves against the Warriors in the second round. Those were good times.
This season has not been so kind. The Blazers were inconsistent early and a disaster in December, losing 10 of 11 games. Things finally stabilized a bit and after beating the weary Cleveland Cavaliers at home last week for their fifth victory in eight tries, they were back in control of the final playoff spot in the Western Conference. From afar it seemed like they were finally getting it together.
"I did too," coach Terry Stotts said. "Going into the Orlando game there were a lot of positive vibes."
Whatever positivity emanated out of that win over the Cavs, they dissipated by the time they took the floor two nights later against the Magic. The Blazers surrendered 115 points against the middling Magic, one of the worst offensive outfits in the league, and allowed a soul-sucking 36 points in the opening quarter.
Portland followed that up with back-to-back blowout losses on the road against Charlotte and Washington before blowing a double-digit lead in Philly and losing at the buzzer. Which is where we found them on Saturday, preparing to play the Celtics, and once again on the outside of the saddest of playoff pursuits.
"(Disappointment.) That’s the best word," Stotts said. "There is disappointment and you don’t want that to carry over to the next game and you can’t let that disappointment weigh too heavily on you. But yeah, there’s no question there’s disappointment."
If ever a team needed to salvage a game on the back end of a long road trip it was the Blazers. It wasn’t easy -- nothing is for this team -- but after outlasting the Celtics in overtime even the tiniest bit of salvation offers a glimmer of hope.
"There’s always going to be belief," Damian Lillard told me before the game. "I’m always optimistic in every situation. I believe in our group. I believe in what we’re capable of, but I think these times are the hardest. When you’re struggling the easy thing is to stop believing."
There is also a light at the end of the tunnel in terms of a playoff spot that is there’s for the taking. It may be small consolation and it may lead to an inevitable shellacking at the hands of the Warriors, but someone’s going to get that spot and it might as well be them.
"A lot of times when you’re in this situation you don’t have an opportunity to make the playoffs and we still do," Lillard said. "We’ve just got the team that sticks it out all the way through the good times and bad times. There’s always going to be teams that give into it, so we can’t be that team. We’ve got to be the team that keeps fighting and comes out on top and get us a playoff spot."
There is something to be said for small victories here. Their roster is still young (per Basketball-Reference.com only Philly, Oklahoma City, and Minnesota are younger), but it’s also entrenched. Nine of their 10 rotation players are signed through next season, and seven are on long-term deals. Only center Mason Plumlee will be a free agent this summer and he’s restricted. They have a $110 million payroll this season and that’s before C.J. McCollum’s extension kicks in. This season has proven to be either a massive roster miscalculation, or a painful speedbump in what should have always been viewed as a long-term rebuilding process.
Because they are so young, there is always the possibility for growth. To the extent that Portland can improve internally, it’s on the defensive end. Their offense sits below its top-six ranking of a year ago, but actually scores at a tick above their rate from the previous season. With Lillard and McCollum in the backcourt, points should never be a serious problem. It’s on defense where they rank 27th in points allowed per 100 possessions that’s problematic.
There are issues here that are obvious: Lillard and McCollum are not a good defensive backcourt. And some that are not issues at all: the Blazers do a surprisingly good job of protecting the paint without an elite rim protector. Still, this is mostly the same personnel that turned in an adequate performance on the defensive end last season.
They clearly missed the presence of Al Farouq-Aminu, who is their top individual and team defender earlier in the season, but he can’t fix everything. The Blazers were 7-11 when he was out of the lineup and are 12-16 when he plays. Aminu is good, but he’s not a panacea for everything that ails them.
Young Maurice Harkless has all the tools to be an equally capable defender even as he learns the finer points of team defense on the job. Ed Davis also does yeoman work inside, but beyond them are question marks. Short of trying harder and executing better, this roster will never become a defensive juggernaut, but again, it should still be better than what it’s shown.
The Blazers’ biggest problem, however, is the one they can’t control. After outperforming expectations a year ago, they came into the year with outsized projections and a mandate that has eluded them. That coupled with an offseason spending spree that saw Portland lock up youngsters like Harkless, McCollum, Allen Crabbe, and Meyers Leonard and included the expensive importing of Evan Turner, has created a perception that the Blazers are swimming upstream against the current. The season-ending knee injury to Festus Ezeli has also not helped matters.
"We expect a lot out of ourselves, regardless what everybody else expected," Lillard said. "Just like last year, nothing was expected and we still expected a lot of ourselves. We struggled and then we figured it out. It’s hard to be good in this league and when you’re not consistent it’s even harder."
As is often the case when surprising success stories come crashing back to earth a year later, their true level lies somewhere in between last year’s galvanized group and this year’s desultory version. Pragmatism is in short supply in a rabid market like Portland and they are often portrayed as a team in desperate need of a trade. Yet desperation leads to panic and panic often compounds mistakes that didn’t require a fix in the first place.
Blazers general manager Neil Olshey could tinker around on the edges, parting with some combination of his young supporting cast for an interior upgrade. Or he could go for the big shakeup, which would mean entertaining offers for McCollum. That seems unlikely.
Tempting as it may be, McCollum’s 4-year, $106 million extension doesn’t kick in until next season, meaning the Blazers are limited by the amount of salary they could take back. Beyond the cap machinations, such a move doesn’t really fit with Olshey’s M.O. He’s always prioritized drafting and developing players and Lillard and McCollum are two obvious points of pride.
Assuming they stand mostly pat at the deadline, this then falls on the players and coaches to figure it out. Despite it all they still believe in one another and in Lillard they have one of the game’s great leaders. He’s not about to let them wallow.
"It hasn’t been a challenge to keep guys together because we’ve truly have a tight-knit group," Lillard said. "We like each other. We’ve created a great work environment. We enjoy coming to the practice facility and we enjoy being around each other. That’s the hard part. You know we’re working hard. You know we’re together you’re just trying to figure out what do we need to do. Why aren’t we figuring it out faster? That’s been the toughest part. That’s the biggest challenge."
They have less than half the season to figure it out. By then we’ll know just who the Blazers really are and where they go from here.
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Now that we have the All-Star starters it’s time to focus on the reserves. Unlike the starters, who were chosen from a combination of fan, media, and player voting, the reserves are chosen by the coaches. Guaranteed there will be at least one controversial decision in each conference.
East Backcourt -- Kyle Lowry, Isaiah Thomas. These were my starter picks so I won’t belabor those arguments, but a point needs to be made about Lowry. Perhaps we have not made the case as forcefully as we should have, or maybe we took for granted that other people around the league recognized just how vital Lowry is to the Raptors’ success. So here goes: Kyle Lowry is the single most important player in Toronto (read: best), as evidenced by the fact that the Raps are significantly better when he’s on the court and much worse when he is not. That’s no knock on DeMar DeRozan, who was elected as a starter. But it is true. Lowry is not only the best player on the Raptors, he’s also the best point guard in the conference. There are a lot of other really good ones, and some may even be more talented, but Lowry stands above them all this season. He should have been a starter and he definitely needs to be a reserve.
East Frontcourt -- Kevin Love, Paul George, Paul Millsap. Let’s say something about the guy who’s missing here before getting to the ones who are on the list. Joel Embiid is amazing. He’s better than anyone thought he would be and he is currently on a fascinating tear through the league. Had he been doing this all season and not held back by a minutes restriction he would not only be on the list, he’d have a damn fine case for starting. But he is, so we’ll award the players who have logged significantly more time for better teams. Kevin Love, by the way, is quietly having the most impactful season of his career. See, it really does take time.
East Wildcards -- Kemba Walker, John Wall. Both have strong cases to be among the starters and both should be in New Orleans even if it means carrying five points guards. If anyone gets snubbed it’s going to be Walker, despite the fact that he is having as strong a season as any of the guards on the list other than Lowry.
West Backcourt -- Russell Westbrook, Chris Paul. Westbrook should have been a starter. He led both the media and the players vote but missed out because he finished behind James Harden and Steph Curry in the fan voting. For everyone screaming about the injustice, it’s on y’all. Paul is hurt and won’t be able to play, but he should be honored anyway. Considering the amount of backcourt talent in the West, his inevitable replacement will be more than worthy.
West Frontcourt -- DeMarcus Cousins, Draymond Green, Marc Gasol. This is difficult but not impossible. Cousins has the numbers. Draymond has the defense, playmaking, and team success. Gasol gets the final spot on the strength of his all-around play and for keeping the Grizzlies competitive through their usual assortment of ailments.
Wildcards -- Gordon Hayward, Rudy Gobert. The Jazz duo get my final two spots over Mike Conley, Klay Thompson, and Damian Lillard. There’s a decent chance at least two of those three will make it to New Orleans anyway, either as reserves or as an injury replacement for Paul. (I’d take Conley under that scenario.) Hayward is quietly averaging 22-6-6, while Gobert -- the leading candidate for Defensive Player of the Year -- is a net rating monster.
"I think, as players, you always want to protect yourself. I didn't think it would get to this point. It's very hard to get, very difficult to get. I have it and that's that. I'm committed (to staying). I don't have to prove that to anybody. I don't think I have to keep saying that. I don't think I have to keep talking about that. I know for a fact that people see that."-- Carmelo Anthony on his no-trade clause.
Reaction: This whole thing has just become sad for everyone involved. Melo deserves better. So does Jeff Hornacek and the rest of the Knick players. Lord knows the Knicks fans deserve better. You’d like to think there’s a happy ending in here somewhere, but it’s hard to see it from here.
"You just don’t have a choice. You have 39 more games to play. We have a bunch of games coming up against playoff teams. You don’t have a chance to feel sorry for yourself. It doesn’t do any good."-- Clipper guard J.J. Redick after the injury to Chris Paul.
Reaction: We’ve been writing the Clipper obituary for years and these guys always find a way to rise from the dead and regain some semblance of life. Assuming they can still make the playoffs, and that seems like a safe assumption, the Clippers will still be a dangerous team come spring.
"I think I kind of represent Twitter in the NBA. I like to think all the Twitter people, I represent them. But I never thought I would have this type of influence. I’m just trying to be me. If people enjoy it, that’s great."-- Sixers center, delightful human, Joel Embiid.
Reaction: And lo, NBA Twitter has found its king, and the people were glad.
"It’s easy to say we were supposed to be together for the rest of our careers, but it didn’t play out like that. I think all three of us will have memorable careers. And it’ll be a journey we’ll always remember, something that’s different and unique, playing with two different guys who are doing incredible things in the league right now. But when you look back, think about the fun times instead of what could’ve been."-- Kevin Durant on the early days of the Thunder.
Reaction: There’s no way they could have all stayed together and adapted to their roles. We all intellectually understand that, given that KD, Russell Westbrook, and James Harden are three of the top five players in the league. But man, what if?
"No, I didn't see that until just now, but I don't play that game. I'm gonna get his ass back. Whenever that is, I don't know what it's going to be, but I don't play that game."-- Russell Westbrook on Zaza Pachulia’s hard foul.
Reaction: Their next meeting is on Feb. 11 and it’s worth noting that Steven Adams was not in the lineup for OKC against the Warriors.
Tom Brady and the Patriots look for their fifth Super Bowl victory, while the Falcons are still looking for their first Lombardi Trophy, making their first appearance in almost 20 years.
The Patriots (16-2) are searching for their fifth title in franchise history — and second in three years — while the Falcons are making their second-ever appearance in the Super Bowl looking to notch their first victory. Atlanta hasn't advanced this far in the postseason since 1998. The Falcons (13-5) boast the league's highest-scoring offense with quarterback Matt Ryan, wideout Julio Jones and running backs Devonta Freeman and Tevin Coleman. They've been bolstered lately by a defense that has made major strides this season and held two of the league's best teams in the Seahawks and Packers to no more than 21 points in the Divisional Round and NFC Championship, respectively.
New England, meanwhile, dominated the AFC all season, even with quarterback Tom Brady sitting out the first four games of the year while serving a suspension from the DeflateGate incident. After dispatching the Houston Texans, and the NFL's best defense, in the Divisional Round, the Patriots routed the Steelers in the AFC Championship. New England hasn't dropped a game since mid November.
And that's just the game. The Super Bowl is a week full of entertainment and activity. It kicks off with opening night Monday in primetime. The event used to be known as Media Day, but as the Super Bowl audiences have grown, so has the stature of the event and the demand from fans to get a bigger introduction to the players.
As with every Super Bowl, there is a plethora of events that fans traveling to the game can go to. Some of them last throughout the week, too. The NFL Experience offers games, youth football clinics, team gear, and even autograph sessions from various NFL players. There, you can also participate in a 40-yard dash and vertical jump. There are also Super Bowl rings on display and fans can get a photo with the Lombardi Trophy.
Super Bowl Live features a free fan village for family activities, including a ride called the Future Flight that transports riders to Mars — with a little help from virtual reality goggles. At the NFL Fan gallery, visitors can gather outside of the media center to catch all of the action leading up to kickoff.
This year's halftime show will feature Lady Gaga. She joins quite the impressive group of former Super Bowl halftime performers. Super Bowl 50’s halftime performance with Coldplay, Beyonce, and Bruno Mars drew in more than 115.5 million viewers in the United States alone.
You can follow everything from the game to the performances to the commercials right here with Vox Media.
That question comes up a lot these days. When we mourned the death of the Breakaway Challenge recently, a vocal minority of fans told us the NHL should get rid of the All-Star Game all together. “What’s the point,” they seemed to be asking.
The point is, as ever, appreciation. Not just for the stars you already know, like Sidney Crosby and Alex Ovechkin, but for the wonderfully unique players from teams you rarely get to watch, enjoying terrific seasons you’ve only heard whispers about.
And it’s just a fun weekend to celebrate where the NHL is heading. Glance around each of the four rosters and you’ll find world-class players with a blend of skills and hockey IQ that point to the bright future laid out for hockey as a whole.
Because today’s NHL isn’t about one-dimensional players who know their role and stick to it rigidly. The best players in the league are the best because they show up to the table with Batman’s tool belt of talents and abilities and put them to use better than anyone who’s played the game before them.
So why have an All-Star Game if not to drag those hockey-humbled personalities directly into the spotlight? And that’s the other great thing about many of the 2017 All-Stars: they ooze personality.
We’re talking P.K. Subban and his remarkable dedication to charity, community and just being himself. We’re talking Brad Marchand and his one-of-a-kind role as a pest everyone can love. We’re talking Alex Ovechkin’s raw emotion feeding his all-time great scoring abilities. We’re talking Brent Burns embracing a laid-back, “just here to have fun and win a lot” playing style.
The NHL is littered with players with skills and personalities that are immediately infectious. And four of them showing up to the All-Star Game deserve a special moment of appreciation for just how they’re leading the charge for a rapidly-evolving sport. These are players entering the prime of their careers, so there’s more than enough time to fall in love with their playing styles if you haven’t already.
And they embody what will make hockey so uniquely different in the coming years: unparalleled speed, incredible vision, subtle yet incredible body language and grit and scoring ability that makes fans and coaches fall head-over-heels for.
BOSTON -- At this point in the season, the Houston Rockets’ story has been well told. It’s the tale of an exiled coach joining forces with a maligned superstar under the auspices of a visionary general manager whose foresight had been questioned that produced not just a crowd-pleasing revival, but one of the very best teams in the league.
The formula is so brilliant it’s a wonder why anyone (myself included) questioned the ingredients in the first place. Take Mike D’Antoni’s spread-offense, insert a dominant lead guard like James Harden, and sprinkle in a mix of undervalued Daryl Morey role players and you get an all-time offense that will win more than its share of regular season games.
It’s a story that’s irresistible, both for the redemptive tales among its central cast of characters and for providing us with one of the few genuine surprises in the narrative arc of a season that has been otherwise devoid of the unexpected. That it’s been even better than even the most optimistic backers of Rocketball 3.0 could have predicted only adds to the allure. So, yes that story has been told and told well.
"Probably too many times," Morey says with a laugh in the hallway outside the team’s locker room before a game against the Celtics earlier this week. "We haven’t done anything yet."
"We were optimistic," Morey added. "Our goal coming in was to get home court in the West, which we thought was maybe a bit of stretch goal, but we knew we could do it. We obviously struggled last year, but it was mostly the same players that two years ago made the Western Conference finals. So we thought it was possible, even if no one else did. That usually takes 53-55 wins. So far we’re pacing ahead of that, but again, it’s a long way to go."
And so we’re left with a different question to ponder: just how good is this Rockets team, really? In a practical sense they are the third best team in the West. The top two seeds are likely out of reach. Golden State is humming right along toward a 67-win season and the mighty Spurs are on course for their usual 62 wins or so. Morey’s initial projection of 53-55 wins is attainable, however, and that would place Houston in fine position come playoff time.
There are a few signs of slippage. Since finishing off a 20-2 tear from December through the early part of January, a bit of mid-season turbulence has cost the Rockets ground at the top and also allowed the Clippers and Jazz to hang around the race for third. There have been injuries, a loaded schedule, and the occasional off night during this stretch, but no one seems too concerned.
"Sometimes it’s a function of the league," D’Antoni said. "It’s hard to win in this league. It’s hard to win all the time. We’ve had a few injuries but everybody has injuries and everybody has dog days and everybody’s trying to get through it and get to the All-Star break and make your final push. You’re going to take losses, it’s how you bounce back."
That’s the immediate challenge for the Rockets, who left Boston on the wrong end of a hard-fought game against a desperate team. That’ll happen. But over the last few weeks the Rockets have found themselves on the wrong end of a number of those contests. By the numbers, their offense has regressed more than six points per 100 possessions from their 20-2 tear and their defense has slipped from surprisingly good to decidedly mediocre.
The latter is more of a problem than the former. No one doubts their ability to score points, and all good teams go through offensive lulls. The best of the best -- the true elite -- have a rock-solid defensive foundation to carry them through the dog days. That’s the Rockets conundrum: Can they defend well enough to truly make a run?
The conventional wisdom says that you need both a top-10 offense and defense to compete for a championship, but the Rockets’ offensive calculus may allow them to tip those scales in their favor.
"If you have an all-time great offense that changes it a little bit," Morey said. "There’s precedent when the Lakers won (in 2001) with a top offense and a (21st) ranked defense. We’re trying to get in the top 10."
The Rockets currently reside in 17th but the difference between the middle and the top 10 is only a few points. Morey believes that they have the players to make that happen. Clint Capela, Patrick Beverley, and Trevor Ariza are all fine defensive players and their three-headed hybrid center consisting of Capela, Montrezl Harrell, and Nene has been wonderful. Perhaps most encouragingly, they have withstood injuries to several players and managed to cover up for their absences without falling apart.
As brilliant as Harden has been, and he’s been arguably the best player in the league, the Rockets will ultimately rise or fall on the strength of the motley collection of role players that Morey assembled. For as much emphasis that has been placed on his pursuit of superstars, he had done underappreciated work rebuilding the roster. Eric Gordon, Ryan Anderson, and Nene were added in free agency and second-year players like Harrell and Sam Dekker have assumed larger roles.
Mid-season struggles aside, perhaps the biggest revelation of this Rockets season is how they have blended together so seamlessly. The most empirical of teams, they have solved the biggest riddle of team-building, that of chemistry.
"It’s refreshing," Anderson said. "This season has gone by relatively fast because we’ve really just enjoyed playing basketball. Each guy fits into this system and it’s fun basketball."
Consider the case of Gordon, Anderson’s longtime teammate in New Orleans, who has become one of the leading candidates for Sixth Man of the Year. Morey pursued him years ago when Gordon hit restricted free agency, but the Suns committed first and the Pelicans ultimately matched the offer. He continued to try to pry him out of New Orleans but couldn’t pull off a deal. When the opportunity presented itself in free agency, Morey finally got his man.
"Skill-wise, he’s always been someone we’ve looked at," Morey said. "He’s so good at so many offensive actions: Spot shooting, off the dribble, good at pick and roll, good passer. We thought he was an underrated defender. And then we got the physical info and it was very positive. It was in line with what they were telling us in the process. Things don’t always work out, but he’s such a good fit for Coach D’Antoni."
Gordon’s role is to take some of the scoring and playmaking pressure off of Harden and to be a reliable go-to threat whenever Harden is off the court. Long maligned for a spate of injuries throughout his career, Gordon has produced when healthy. His breakout season comes as no surprise to Anderson, who is also putting up strong numbers as the team’s stretch four.
"It’s fun to see," Anderson said. "It almost feels like he’s been freed. He can just play. I always knew he could play like this. This role is just perfect for him because he can just play his game."
Just as importantly, Gordon willingly accepted the sixth man role early in the season without hesitation or complaint. That left an impression on his teammates and the Rockets have carried that whole one-for-all, all-for-one vibe into their season.
"The third highest paid player on the team, it’s easy to say, ‘I should start’ or stuff like that but he doesn’t have that type of attitude," said Beverley, who took over the starting position. "He has a winning attitude. That’s the biggest thing with this team. We understand our roles and we accept our roles."
Beyond Harden’s magical season and the re-emergence of D’Antoni’s wonderful system, that ability to blend and adapt has formed the backbone of Houston’s success. Neither can prosper without the other and they are nowhere without each other. Subtract Harden from the equation and they are merely an interesting collection of spare parts. Remove those parts and there is no there here. The star, the system, the support, they are all one and the same.
"A lot of stuff makes a winning basketball team, but mostly it’s the heart and pride of the players," D’Antoni said. "When they buy in all together on and off the court it at least gives you a chance. Doesn’t mean you’re going to win, doesn’t mean you’re going to be the best, but you have a chance."
The Rockets have put themselves in position to have a chance. How they recover from their mid-season swoon and how far they eventually go in the postseason will rely on all three elements continuing to work together in harmony. That’s the story that has yet to unfold.
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The tweaks the NBA made to All-Star voting produced the intended result. You can argue with a choice or two, but the 10 starters were all worthy choices, as were the 14 reserves selected by the coaches. The word ‘snub’ is a relative one here, but there are always more deserving players than spots and these are the best of the uninvited.
Chris Paul: It’s easy to understand why CP3 wasn’t included by the coaches. He’s been out since mid-January with a torn thumb ligament and won’t return in time to take part in All-Star weekend. By denying Paul a spot on the team, the coaches went ahead and picked his replacement. Injury aside, there’s no rational argument for leaving Paul off the team and it cost him his 10th straight All-Star nod. Maybe his true legacy will be that he is forever underappreciated.
Mike Conley: Speaking of underappreciated, Conley has never been an All-Star despite playing at an "All-Star level" for each of the past four seasons. This season has arguably been his best with career-high marks in scoring, True Shooting and Assist Percentage. He missed a dozen games with a back injury, but his return stabilized the Grizz and he’s logged more than enough minutes for consideration. More than anything, Conley has been a victim of geography, and it’s his dumb luck that he wound up playing for a franchise that began life in the Pacific Time Zone. Some day, Mike. Some day.
Rudy Gobert: While his numbers will never leap off the stat sheet, Gobert has made himself into a legitimate offensive threat while establishing his place as the game’s preeminent defensive big man. Taking DeAndre Jordan over him was fine. Wrong, but fine. Their counting numbers are eerily similar, but Gobert is the more impactful defensive player. That’s proven through wonky stats like ESPN’s Real Plus/Minus and manifests itself in metrics like net rating. Jordan is an terrific player having an excellent season. Gobert’s just been better.
Joel Embiid: At the risk of inflaming the Internet, Embiid simply didn’t play enough minutes relative to his competition. That’s it. That’s the whole argument against him. There’s no denying that he’s been a monster when he’s been on the court and by the end of the year he’ll get longer looks for All-NBA honors. Embiid is a delight and he would have been a lot more fun to include than, say, Paul Millsap. He also won the popular vote, but … yeah.
Damian Lillard: The Blazer guard is having another typically excellent season, even if his team has fallen off from its lofty preseason goals. It’s hard enough to crack the Western Conference squad even when things are going your way in the standings, so it’s perfectly understandable why he wasn’t chosen. Dame’s an All-Star player, with or without the recognition.
"(I’m) not mad or upset at management cause Griff and staff have done a great job, I just feel we still need to improve in order to repeat … if that’s what we want to do."-- LeBron James, via Twitter.
Reaction: So we are once again in the throes of another LeBron proxy war with the front office regarding the state of the roster. It happens every year around this time, and while it would be nice if everyone could be on the same page, the Cavs tend to get around to these things in due time under David Griffin. A fitting opening salvo for the NBA’s Week of Dysfunction.
Reaction: Remember when the Bulls had great chemistry? That was a nice few weeks. I did enjoy the Rajon Rondo Instagram retort, complete with a photo that conspicuously did not include Ray Allen. Now that’s petty.
"I think it will be more on the front office. I have the power, but still I would talk to them. We would be in communication if they feel like they want to go in a different direction, they want to start rebuilding for the future. If they tell me they want to scrap this whole thing, yeah, I have to consider it."-- Carmelo Anthony to Newsday.
Reaction: What would Dysfunction Week be without the Knicks? I’m skeptical Phil Jackson will even get close to what would be considered fair value in a Melo trade. There just isn’t a huge market for his services and there’s isn’t anyone desperate enough to do it. Yet.
"I've only been here for two months, so I really don't know that much. But I'm trying to figure it out. He's a very emotional guy. That's one thing I've realized."-- Sacramento’s Garrett Temple on DeMarcus Cousins.
Reaction: There are numerous other headline-grabbing quotes and buzzy anecdotes in Kevin Arnovitz’ epic feature on the state of the Kings, but Temple gets to the main issue. Do the Kings have a Cousins problem or are there problems because of Cousins? That question has perplexed just about everyone and the answer appears to be: yes. Both parties are at fault. However, I’d like to see Cousins in a positive environment before rendering the ultimate verdict, be it in Sacramento or anywhere else.
"Kawhi (Leonard) is out with an injury that’s not really an injury, but hopefully it will heal quickly. That’s a figurative statement. It sounds like some of the things that are going on politically in the world. I apologize. I just gave an alternative fact. I shouldn’t have done that. But it wasn’t a lie, so don’t try to pin that on me. I’m tired of you guys pinning that on me."-- Spurs coach Gregg Popovich.
Reaction: The resistance will be led by NBA coaches.
This must be emphasized from the outset: The Bill Belichick Offseason Simulator is a tool, and not a toy. It does not exist to amuse you. It is meant to train prospective football coaches in the art and science of managing the travails of the offseason.
Any fun you may have, or amusement you may find, while piloting this simulator is purely accidental, and should be reported as a software bug.
This "video game," if you would like to call it that, is not about fun and games. It is about getting dressed, resetting the clock on your car radio, shopping at the hardware store, and accomplishing offseason tasks. In other words, it is the exact sort of game Bill Belichick might himself make.
This game is possible to beat, but you may find it frustrating and difficult at times. That is because you are not Bill Belichick.
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By taking football out of America, the French made it more communal and passionate than ever
Louis Bien •
La Courneuve may not have become France’s football powerhouse if Bruno Lacam-Caron hadn’t chased a girl. They were dating when she introduced him to a classmate named Yazid Mabrouki, who told Lacam-Caron that he wanted to start an American football club — football américain, in the parlance — in their dirty little Paris suburb 32 years ago. Lacam-Caron thought that joining the Flash might bring him even closer to her.
His relationship with football endured longer than his relationship with the girl, who he later married then divorced. He has never left the Flash, through the long period when the team was a glorified group of friends playing in a park, to now as a European Football League powerhouse. The Flash have won the French championship nine times and claimed a European championship. They have never been relegated out of France’s Élite division. Lacam-Caron has been the team’s general manager since 1994.
American football is a sub-chic sport in France, fervently practiced but in just a few small, insular places like La Courneuve and Saint-Ouen-l’Aumône in the Paris suburbs, or Thonon-les-Bains in the Alps. It has become French like so many things that define France — simple and good, rough and beautiful, like red wine and two-top cafés. It isn’t ubiquitous, but the sport is growing. There are now approximately more than 22,000 American football players in France, up from 2,000 20 years ago.
Lacam-Caron was one of the first few.
At age 14, he was living in the middle of France when his older brother died of leukemia, then he went — “psheeewwww,”he says — to Paris to live with his mother. Lacam-Caron’s parents were divorced and he didn’t like his stepmother or stepfather. He laughs and admits he was “a big asshole.” He says that maybe 80 percent of the original 26-person team was in trouble with the law, including him. He stole car radios and sold them. The other guys stole money, cars and wallets.
“It was a good salvation for me and my friends to be on this team,” Lacam-Caron says. “Because we create a new thing, a new family. We didn’t have a past. We come in like virgin people.”
Lacam-Caron didn’t care that he was playing an “American” sport. The sport shaped him as he and his teammates were simultaneously interpreting it 5,500 miles from the States.
France’s first American football club formed in 1980, four years before the Flash. In the years since, Lacam-Caron has helped build the Flash into a self-sufficient football machine, just as other programs are being molded in hidden places around France. French football exists. It isn’t a secret. It is spreading as a whisper you must be privileged enough to hear. And to the sport’s closest caretakers, that’s just fine.
“What does La Courneuve mean?” Mike Leach is wondering. “Is it some dude’s name, you think?”
I think the Washington State head coach thinks I know because of my name, and because I pronounce French words better than he does. I say it may have something to do with roosters, which isn’t even a little bit correct.
“They like roosters and frogs,” Leach says. “Why the fascination with roosters and frogs?”
The rooster is the national bird, and I think they just like to eat frogs.
“Well you know Benjamin Franklin thought the wild turkey should have been our national bird.”
The question I asked was about Flash de La Courneuve’s pro style offense and whether that was Lacam-Caron’s influence. Leach has been a friend and consultant to the program since 2010. He knows the Flash almost as well as anyone, but curiosity gets ahead of him a lot.
Leach loves history and wants to travel more, talk to more people, and see more things. His first head coaching job — 11 years before he took over Texas Tech, and 23 years before he took over Washington State — was with the Pori Bears in Finland. He had to have an interpreter tell his players what he wanted them to do. Physical demonstrations often translated better than words.
“Sometimes they’d laugh at inopportune times, and I’d be like, ‘Uh, hey, well hopefully you got that,’“ Leach says. “They were probably goofing on me, which would be understandable.”
Shortly after Leach was fired from Texas Tech in 2009, he met Lacam-Caron in a roundabout way through a former Flash quarterback named Braxton Shaver.
Shaver came from McMurry University, a small Methodist college in Texas, to play two seasons in La Courneuve before trying to find “a real job.” Then he decided he missed his friends in France and went back to La Courneuve to play three more.
Shaver’s last season in France was in 2006. In 2009, Lacam-Caron reached out to Shaver because Hal Mumme, the godfather of the Air Raid offense, had become McMurry’s head coach, and he wanted to know if the coaching legend was interested in visiting the Flash.
Mumme declined the offer, but heput Shaver in touch with Leach, who was living in Florida without a coaching job. Leach had wanderlust and a lot of time on his hands. He and Lacam-Caron exchanged a few phone calls, and then Leach was on a plane to spend a week in La Courneuve as a guest of the Flash.
“I was in touch with him, he said, ‘It’s not a joke. It’s Mike Leach,’” Lacam-Caron says. “And fuck, Mike Leach came.”
In La Courneuve, a street market envelops the games. The city is a popular place for artists and writers who want to live in “Paris” without paying the rent. A good deal of the population, 36.3 percent, was born outside of France’s five-pointed continental footprint.Booths outside the stadium sell dishes from Guadeloupe, Martinique and Tahiti. Inside the stadium, music will be blasting, “and the best way to describe it is ‘explicit,’” laughs Shaver.
He and Leach became close friends after that first meeting. They explored Cuba together. In 2015, Shaver traveled to the Middle East by himself, a trip he says he could only do because of the confidence he developed when he continued his playing career in La Courneuve instead of some Texas arena league.
American football clubs in France need American imports to succeed. American players are simply better — they start playing football at an earlier age, in better facilities, with more quality coaches, and a more rigorous practice schedule.
The way Leach and Shaver landed in La Courneuve is the same way that players in far-flung schools come to France. Few people seek it out. The opportunity has to come to them, often by word of mouth, and then players have to be daring enough to go.
“There’s a story you always hear, a kind of agreed upon story, of Division I football players from big schools sometimes don’t do so well when they go to the European leagues,” Shaver says. “They carry their pads to practice, they’ve got to ride the subway, they’ve got to wash their own clothes when they get home.”
They’re good players, but they have to be a little scruffy to end up in France. Ryan Perrilloux, former five-star prodigal son of Louisiana football, started last season for the Argonautes in Aix-en-Provence. Josh Turner, once a top-150 high school recruit for Texas, was the offseason’s prize signing for the Thonon-les-Bains Black Panthers, even though he was never much more than special teams ace for the Longhorns. He served a two-game suspension in 2014. Black Panthers president Benoit Sirouet calls him “the best athlete of his time here in France.”
Thonon-les-Bains is the most secluded of France’s football cities, hugged between the French Alps and Lake Geneva. The town is next to Évian-les-bains of Evian Water fame, and the Black Panthers play their games in full view of the real life three mountain tops on the bottle label. Players joked that they were showering in Evian water after games: The water from the shower heads really was that clear.
Thonon is small, a town of about 40,000 people where football is bigger than even soccer or rugby. American football is the only sport in which Thonon can claim a top-league team all its own. Sirouet says the club now has almost 500 members. The Élite squad won back-to-back titles in 2013 and 2014 behind French national team head coach Larry Legault.
Sirouet attracts a lot of athletes who are tired of France’s obsession with soccer. The Black Panthers regularly draw 1,000 to 2,000 people to watch home games at perhaps the best American football facilities in the country.
“It’s pretty weird seeing like a full turf practice field in the middle of France,” says Sam Poulos, a former dual-threat quarterback for Grinnell College in Iowa. He will be going back to Thonon to play a second season. “That’s a lot of money for a town or team to put in.”
American players get paid, too. The monthly stipend isn’t much — 500-800 euros a month depending on the club — but most of their French teammates pay dues, and often buy their own equipment.
The perks are better than the pay. Poulos gets housing and a car that he shared last season with former Idaho State linebacker P.J. Gremaud. The team was sponsored by local restaurants, so Poulos and Gremaud could go to a different establishment every night and get a free meal.
Clubs practice just two or three times per week and play games every other weekend. There’s no comprehensive film study. Most of the French players have to work jobs, or go to school, or be parents. Poulos and Gremaud, free of the football regimen as they knew it, took mid-week trips into the surrounding nature, up into the mountains.
“It was absolutely incredible,” Poulos says. “One of the more beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
Shaver has been back to La Courneuve from Texas five or six times since his last season. Leach visited a second time in 2015 to host a football camp, and hosted three Flash coaches to shadow his staff for three weeks through the Boise State game in September. Lacam-Caron once asked Leach if he would like to coach for the Flash. Leach said no, but the offer stands.
“I’ve actually thought about if and when I ever retire,” Leach says. “Just pick out someplace over there and I guess rent a house … satellite from there and kind of saturate the region.”
Shaver will will hop on a plane for any flimsy reason to come back. He likes the idiosyncrasies.
“After a game in college, we’d all gather around on the field and say the Lord’s Prayer, right?” he says. “At La Courneuve, at the end of the game they bring out Heinekens.”
Anthony Dablé would rather he never play in France again. Just a handful of French players have ever made it to the NFL for even a tryout. Richard “Le Sack” Tardits, born in Bayonne, set the career sack record at Georgia before spending three seasons with the Patriots until 1992. He is the only French person to ever play a regular season game in the NFL. Dablé could be second, and the first who was entirely Euro-raised.
Dablé came close last year. In February, he signed a one-year minimum contact with the Giants to play wide receiver, but was cut from the team at the final roster deadline. He bided his time in Boca Raton, training at XPE Sports Academy, throughout the season. He had tryouts with the Jets and Patriots in September. In early January, he signed a reserve/futures contract with the Falcons and may finally take the field in 2017. At 28, his opportunity is now and only now.
When he was 17 his cousin showed him the video game NFL Quarterback Club ‘98. Dablé didn’t understand the rules, but he understood big plays when they happened — long passes and kickoff returns — not just by the yards they gained but by how scarce they were, even in the polygonal universe.
“And you know that it’s special because it doesn’t happen all the time,” Dablé says. “You have a lot of runs, and short gains and everything, so when you have a big pass and a big play, you understand.”
Dablé calls football his father. His biological father wasn’t around as he grew up, something he was OK with until he was 19 and rudderless. He had dropped out of his university psychology program and was working in fast food when he joined the Grenoble Centaures, his local team.
The machinations that wear down some players invigorated Dablé. He spent hours, daily, watching clips on NFL.com. He watched so much American football that he learned how to speak English from the commentary. His 6′4 frame is prototypical in the United States, and mammoth in France where football doesn’t usually attract many of the best physical athletes. With the Centaures, he had several coaches teaching him the game, hands on, no translation needed.
Dablé became a specialized big play weapon.
“The mindset and the lessons that you get from football, and the game of football is so similar to life,” Dablé says. “It tells you not to give up, and to have a plan, and help each other, have each other’s back.”
Dablé’s first career reception was a slant he housed in his first game in front of a crowd made up of friends and family. The first big game he played was in front of 7,000 people for the Élite division championship against the Flash in 2011, in which he caught another touchdown.
“It’s like practice is the way it works,” Dablé says. “Whether it’s one person or 100,000, that’s the same. You just have to do your job.”
In 2011, Dablé watched a man who looked a lot like him go No. 4 overall in the NFL Draft. A.J. Green was 6’4, 211 pounds, with a 4.5 in the 40-yard dash — like Dablé, or close enough. He set his eyes on the more competitive German league, joining the Berlin Rebels, then the New Yorker Lions, Europe’s preeminent club. In two seasons, Dablé caught 145 passes for 2,437 yards, and 32 touchdowns. He won two German titles and the Euro Bowl — Europe’s Super Bowl.
In early 2016, the NFL called. His agent had forwarded Dablé’s tape to the NFL United Kingdom office, where it found former Giants defensive end Osi Umenyiora, now working as a league ambassador. Umenyiora brought Dablé to London the next day for a workout, then — upon confirming that Dablé was the same athlete he saw on tape — told him to take a trip to Florida to train for the NFL regional combines.
The Giants hosted Dablé for a tryout two weeks later, then signed him right after. He was wanted. His mother cried. He couldn’t stay on the roster, but he knows now that he belongs to a class of people who can call themselves the best in the world at something. His future is in football, and he says he will only play it at the highest level before heading off to the sport’s peripheries, into coaching or broadcasting.
“When you get to a certain level, it’s harder to go back down,” Dablé says. “It’s going to be boring.”
Dablé misses the kinship of small-time French football and where it has brought him. It’s hard to make friends with NFL players, especially as a complete outsider, he admits. Rosters turn over rapidly. Some cliques have been in place since high school when many professional players remember playing against each other.
But returning would be like admitting he needs the coddling of a parent. France doesn’t get the external attention that mounts pressure and creates prestige.
“Because really a game of football is just four quarters,” Dablé says. “What’s happening is advertisements and a show — before the game, the tailgate, and all the family comes and they have a barbecue together — that dynamic that brings the game of football has to happen in France so that it can grow.
“Because even in France, it’s not called football it’s called American football, so people know it’s American. That’s not our sport.”
The French don’t genuflect. John McKeon, a former NC State offensive guard, played in La Courneuve after a stint with the Helsinki Roosters in Finland. He thought he had a chance to make the NFL as a 38-game starter who had helped protect Philip Rivers. When he didn’t stick, he said “oh shit” and went abroad. McKeon had NFL size, but his new teammates stood up to him.
“A lot of these guys are paying to play, they come in after work, after they’ve had a long day at work, they’re tired,” McKeon says. “There was this defensive end who I think played Division II or Division III ball here in the U.S., but he was a French citizen. … He comes in right off that bat, head down, trying to take out the new American kid, who they’re paying to be here.”
McKeon now runs American Football International, a website chronicling American football as it is played outside the United States. Joining the Flash allowed him to go to places like Moscow, Barcelona, and Vienna. Culturally, it felt more like football as he wanted it to be.
“It’s that community aspect — ‘I’ve played next to this guy for five, 10 years,’” McKeon says. “We love the game, we love each other, it’s not because I’m getting paid a lot of money. And that kind of goes back to why I fell in love with football. I was disenfranchised with college.
“College is not a friendly sport. College is a professional sport.”
Formal American football has existed in France for more than 30 years now, despite its barriers to entry. Few major sports are as unintuitive, or require so much space, expensive equipment, and bodies. Marc-Angelo Soumah remembers when teammates used to play in motorcycle helmets. “[We] didn’t know much about the game, but we had a lot of enthusiasm,” he says.
Soumah was a Flash player in the 90s before joining Browns training camp as a 29-year-old wide receiver in 2003. He later became president of the Fédération française de football américain (FFFA) and is now head coach of the second-division Fontenay-sous-Bois Météores. He once had to work an entire summer so he could buy his own equipment. Back then there was just one supplier called Trocasport, and cleats, a helmet, and a full set of pads could cost $2,000 in French francs.
American football was too expensive to be played on a whim back then. Today, newcomers to American football can afford to play more casually. Xavier Mas, head coach of the two-time defending French champion Saint-Ouen-l’Aumône Cougars, has noticed that his under-19 players seem to have different motivations than he did.
“Some of these kids, they only have two practices, and they are like asking for, ‘Do you have this type of glove?’“ Mas says. “And I’m like, ‘Dude, you don’t even know how to play football and you’re already talking about how you will look on the field?’
“I’m trying to find a football player and not a model.”
The clubs do a good job of managing themselves, but they lack strong central organization. The FFFA doesn’t have the resources to do much more than sponsor the teams in France. The most equipped organization in Europe, the International Federation of American Football (IFAF), is a farce of leadership disputes and dysfunction, exemplified by the 2015 IFAF World Championship.
In France, club-level caretakers like Lacam-Caron, Sirouet, and Mas are the most competent drivers of the sport’s development. They are first-generation football players, so their stake is personal. They are inclined to protect what they feel is best about American football, even if it means neglecting attention and profitability.
The word “American” in the name of the sport works against it. The French are notoriously wary of anything they think might impinge on their cultural identity. The government has been trying to beat back marauding vacationers for decades, and has resisted the English language’s global takeover. Media coverage of American football largely centers on head trauma and domestic abuse scandals.
French football clubs have agreed on a few small gestures to distinguish themselves. There’s a reason the name of the France’s championship game — Le Casque de Diamant, the diamond helmet — is not a “bowl.”
“I am French,” Soumah explained in a 2015 interview. “For me, if I call it a ‘Bowl,’ I’m going to have the impression of copying the Americans. A French name shows that it is appropriate [for France].”
The growth of the sport would accelerate if international players started popping up in the NFL — say, if Dablé or Vikings receiver Moritz Boehringer from Germany became American football’s Tony Parker and Dirk Nowitzki, respectively. The NFL is understandably hesitant to invest in an unstructured system, however, leaving the sport to moveat its glacial pace toward mainstream relevance.
“Players are here for passion, because they love the game,” Soumah says. “And that’s the way we play it, for the guys next to them, for their coaches.
“You know Bill Belichick, ‘Do your job?’ That will never work in France.”
On Nov. 13, 2015, 130 people died in terrorist attacks around Paris. Three explosions occurred near the Stade de France where an international friendly soccer match was taking place between France and Germany, just four kilometers away from where the Flash de La Courneuve play their home games. Two Flash players worked at the Bataclan, the night club where 89 people were killed. They both called in sick with the flu that night.
Lacam-Caron brought his players, many of them Muslim, closer together after the Nov. 13 attacks. Insulated them. The Flash quickly set out trying to get updates from every member of the club to make sure no one had been hurt or victimized. They organized discussions between players, coaches, and the organization’s board to iterate in no uncertain terms that it did not equate “Muslim” with “terrorist.”
“We then refocused on the practice of sport, our social actions, and the organization of [activities] in order to ensure that our members think of something else, and do not fear.” Lacam-Caron says.
La Courneuve as France sees it — and as the world thinks of it, when it thinks of it — is different from how its players and fans know it. The insularity of France’s American football programs has served them well as both a barrier against negativity and a force of communal and personal growth. That incubation means that football in France won’t be big business like the NFL soon, or ever, but it also preserves what’s special about it.
The sport has defined itself in marginal places that are more beautiful and welcoming because football exists in them. The questions of what is “French” football and what can “French” football become assume there isn’t an answer already.
“Very quickly, we understood we have a role on the society, we were the connection, we were an example, and we can do something,” Lacam-Caron says. “We had a mission. And the sport was a secondary goal for us.”
The city of New Orleans claimed two men the moment Will Smith was killed
by Tyler Tynes | Mar. 2, 2017
In the middle of Dixon Hall at Tulane University, on a dark stage, New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu sighs before a tired crowd.
He’s done this so many times. So have they. There’s always a speech to give about the violence in this city.
New Orleans is sick, drunk on violence. If that was never understood before, it was clear on April 9, 2016 at 11:31 p.m. when Cardell Hayes tore open Will Smith’s body with eight hollow point bullets, seven to the back. And 18 days later, the day before Hayes would be indicted, Landrieu laments that this disease ravaging the Big Easy often prevents folks from remembering that there are two sides to every shooting.
“His death leaves a wife alone, his children without a father, his teammates in shock and a hole in the heart of a hurting city,” Landrieu said about Smith. “It has been rightly said about all these murders that tragedy is on both sides of the gun. In this case, on the other side of the gun is Cardell Hayes. He’s in jail. But he has a family, too. And a 5-year-old son.”
There is silence in the hall.
Will Smith was a football deity in a city starved for hope. He anchored a defense that delivered a Super Bowl on the heels of Hurricane Katrina. Smith is a symbol for a team that accomplished the impossible when good never felt like a reality in New Orleans. He was a football phenom that mattered to this football-fevered city.
He was beloved by politicians. He befriended cops. He was a philanthropist. When a man of his stature gets killed, people rush to his defense and to his story.
But here’s the reality of that night in April: Two men, two outsized New Orleans personalities, had a bad night that escalated in the worst possible way. People aren’t made in absolutist terms. No man is really a saint. Those killed aren’t rendered wholly good by death just as those who take a life aren’t necessarily in a perpetual state of evil. That’s not human nature.
When you live in Louisiana, where nearly half of the households in the state own guns and gun homicide rates are three times higher than the national average, you can’t expect that those carrying won’t fire when provoked. That’s not human nature either.
Not for Will Smith, the man painted as an immortal, and not for Cardell Hayes, the man rendered a ruthless vigilante.
That telling is only half the story.
“One life lost, many more lives changed forever, swallowed by a cycle of violence that came and went so fast it was almost a dream or in this case a nightmare,” Landrieu said, disrupting the peace in the auditorium.
“And a city is left to wonder why.”
Joe W. Brown Memorial Park holds Victory Field where Cardell Hayes and the Crescent City Kings played football in New Orleans. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
The man who shot Will Smith to death was just trying to get home that night. That’s something he really wants you to know. This was before the three-car crash, before some pudgy man ripped off his shirt and started swinging, and before one of the most fearsome defensive players New Orleans has ever seen spilled onto the concrete, dead.
You probably know him differently by now, though. Or at least you do by his mugshot: This 6′6, more than 300-pound black man — round-headed, a thumping beard and waving dreads — known as Cardell Hayes. His hood in the Ninth Ward calls him “Bear,” naturally. He looks like one.
On April 9 last year, the night he shot Smith, Hayes woke and sold his last pit bull puppy. “Bullies” as he calls them. He breeds them by the book; even does the artificial insemination himself. He played with his son, Cardell Hayes Jr., or CJ for short. Hayes ran some errands, went to football practice, and then hit his favorite neighborhood spot by night’s end.
Lance’s Barbershop sits down Ursulines Avenue in the Treme neighborhood. It’s a haven for Hayes, a calm place to ease his mind after a day driving a tow truck, dealing a pit, or pouring cement.
Dwight “Whitey” Harris frequently leapt on Hayes’ back when Hayes would enter, “It’s like man versus Bear,” Whitey says. “When I attacked him he picked me up by my ankles.”
Lance Rouzan usually orders some extra-large pizzas while barbers trim heads. It’s frequently busy. Late night Saturdays in New Orleans tend to get like that.
A pocket in Hayes’ jeans vibrates. Kevin O’Neal, his best friend, had been calling all day. Rouzan and the boys saw his face crack a grin. “What’s going on?” one asked. House party. Uptown.
Some high school friends were having a get-together. Hayes would scope it out. He’d call if it was worth a drive.
It turned out to be a bust. Maybe 20 people showed and were playing Pictionary. It was lackluster enough to head home early.
The problem was that O’Neal rode to the function in Hayes’ Hummer. They had to go back to the shop to retrieve his truck. That much is indisputable. How the next part goes, though, depends entirely on whom you’re talking to.
One of the corridors where Will Smith and Cardell Hayes’ vehicles collided. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
Right after 11 p.m., the duo zoomed down Magazine Street. The Hummer jolted. A Mercedes SUV was behind them. Hayes pulled over. The Mercedes sped away. The Hummer drove after it. Maybe Hayes could get the license plate. He had already been in an accident once, and insurance ain’t cheap.
Hayes will tell you he tried to call 911 while chasing the Mercedes. The prosecution insists Hayes is a liar. Hayes says he tried to pump his brakes during the chase but accidentally hit the car. The prosecution says he rammed that SUV.
A man named Richard Hernandez exited the passenger’s side of the Mercedes. Hayes says he didn’t leave his car until Hernandez charged at him and ripped off his shirt. Prosecutors reluctantly agree. Hayes also says Hernandez wrapped a “shiny object” in the shirt and swung at him. Prosecutors say Hernandez wasn’t the aggressor.
The contested points of that night haven’t found any resolution in the months since. You’ve probably heard different versions of these depending on which lawyer’s mouth said it. How Hernandez’s actions made Hayes get his gun. How Hayes claims Smith hit him “three or four times” in the face. And how, maybe, the Smith party taunted him for not using that pistol.
“Nigga, you got your gun? Well I’m gonna get mine and I’m gonna show you what to do with it,” Hayes, under oath, recalls Smith yelling.
“What else can I think other than he’s trying to kill me?” Hayes says. Still, at that point, Hayes hadn’t drawn. Smith started fighting with his wife, Racquel. She pulled him from the scuffle. She reminded him of their kids waiting at home: Lisa, Wynter, and Will Jr.
The Smith family finally reached its vehicle. The Hernandez family had run away. Will Smith then reached into his car. The whines of police sirens are about to blare down Felicity and Sophie Wright Place.
Hayes raised his pistol while he beggedSmith not to grab his gun.
“Please don’t do this, bruh,” he can be heard saying on video from last summer entered as evidence. “Please, please don’t do this.”
Racquel shrieked in the direction of her husband. “No, baby, no.” Hayes insists that he didn’t wanna pop this guy.
“I didn’t have nowhere to run,” Hayes says. “If I turned and run, I’ll get shot and killed”
Hayes saw the man turn. A bang. Hayes released eight shots. As the smoke cleared, bystanders could only see a giant crying next to a dead body. He bellowed into the night, praying an ambulance would answer his calls.
AprilApr
April 9: A driver in a Hummer runs into the back of Smith’s SUV. An argument ensues. Smith is fatally shot and his wife Raquel is wounded in the legs. Hayes is arrested on the scene.
April 11: Surveillance video shows Smith’s SUV bumping Hayes’ Hummer moments before the crash that preceded the shooting.
April 12: Police say they found a loaded handgun in Smith’s car, that Hayes told officers on the scene he was the shooter and that in addition to the .45 used in the shooting officers found a revolver in Hayes’ vehicle.
April 13: An attorney for Smith’s family holds wide-ranging news conference during which he says Smith didn’t brandish a gun during the altercation and had a concealed-carry permit. But a lawyer for Hayes says a witness saw Smith with a gun that night. A coroner says Smith was shot seven times in the back and once in the side.
April 15: Hayes’ lawyer calls for the New Orleans police to recuse themselves from the investigation, claiming their competency and honesty are questionable. The request is later rejected.
April 16: Funeral services are held for Smith.
April 28: Grand jury indicts Hayes on one charge of second-degree murder, which carries a mandatory life sentence, and one charge of attempted second-degree murder.
MayMay
May 5: Smith’s wife, Racquel, accepts his posthumous degree from the University of Miami.
JuneJun
June 3: A defense lawyer says test results show Smith was legally drunk the night he died.
JulyJul
July 14: Hayes’ lawyer tries to get the New Orleans District Attorney’s Office off the case, saying the DA made “baseless and inflammatory” statements about him in a report sent to law enforcement agencies.
July 22: The judge refuses to remove the New Orleans DA and his staff from the Hayes case.
OctoberOct
Oct. 28: Racquel Smith offers her first public remarks since her husband’s death, speaking at Will Smith’s induction into the Saints’ Hall of Fame.
NovemberNov
Nov. 16: Judge rules the jury will be sequestered during Hayes’ trial, which begins Dec. 5.
DecemberDec
Dec. 5: Trial begins.
Dec. 11: A jury convicts Hayes of manslaughter and attempted manslaughter.
Source: AP
Across town, Nandi Campbell’s phone started ringing. The lawyer got a midnight call from bounce artist Big Freedia. Hayes made national news. Homicide by shooting. Road rage turned murder in New Orleans. Somebody had to go find Nandi’s cousin.
Campbell saw Hayes in a police interview room and told him for the first time that Smith, a Super Bowl champion, was the man he killed. Hayes couldn’t believe it. He used to watch Smith’s game tapes and study his moves as budding defensive lineman. He idolized him.
Hayes crumpled next to Campbell.
“My life over with,” Hayes said. “They gonna make me look like I shot and killed this man. I looked up to Will as a football player.”
“No, baby. Ya life not over,” Campbell said in a New Orleans drawl, placing a hand on his back. “Don’t say that.”
Hayes is not innocent in the realm of moral court. He killed a man and may have maimed a woman. But Hayes isn’t denying that he killed someone — he’s arguing that he was within his right to do so.
Formerly named Thurgood Marshall Middle School, this is the Mid-City building where Bryant Lee says he met Cardell Hayes. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
The state of Louisiana wants Hayes to fry on the plantation fields of Angola, the Louisiana State Penitentiary. That has become evident over the 246 days between the killing and Hayes’ conviction.
That might seem like an eternity. But not many people in New Orleans have seen a man go down as fast and surgically as Hayes. In 2015, there were 16 murder trials in Orleans Parish. The average time from arrest to trial was 3.2 years. The shortest was two years.
Hayes was arrested overnight. He was indicted in 18 days. He received a bond near $2 million an hour after. He was sent to trial eight months later. Then he was convicted after a six-day trial under the first sequestered jury in over four years in a parish that couldn’t afford it. That’s how much the state wanted justice for Will Smith.
Attorney Peter Thomson, who represents Smith’s family, said days after the killing that Hayes was a “cold-blooded murderer,” that he intentionally rammed the Mercedes, that he was “deranged.” New Orleans Police Superintendent Michael Harrison said hours after the killing that the NOPD vowed to “build a strong case,” allowing the prosecution of Hayes to be done to the “fullest extent of the law.”
Saints quarterback Drew Brees spoke for five uninterrupted minutes on his former teammate’s death. He called the violence an “epidemic.” He said he thinks the young men feel like they have been abandoned, or are lacking family, or are lacking a father. At one moment it was drugs. At another, it was gang violence. He was sad for New Orleans, and angry at New Orleans, and taking wild swings at making sense of it.
“What that tells me is that the person who’s pulling the trigger in many cases has no regard for the life that he’s about to try to take,” Brees said. “He also has no regard for his own life, because there’s consequences with that and they have to recognize those consequences.”
New Orleans head coach Sean Payton said “our city is broken” the same week because his former player got killed, and he even called for an end to guns.
Defense attorney John Fuller presented himself as the only man with a difference in opinion. Hayes retained the up-and-comer who took the high-publicity case to bolster his own practice and profile, delaying a criminal court judgeship in the process. In Fuller, Hayes had a gem, one of the most intimidating, eloquent, problematic, God-fearing black defense lawyers the South has to offer — or at least one who didn’t mind leaning into that role.
Fuller got to work quickly, spoon-feeding the city a defense based on a vice familiar to New Orleans: corruption. It was evident in the investigation of Hayes’ case, or at least, that’s what Fuller was selling. And to sell that, he needed a big audience. So he started his months-long sermon in the pulpit of the media.
“Cardell Hayes,” Fuller said to gathered TV cameras on a dreary April afternoon four days after the shooting, “was tried and convicted before I got out of church Sunday morning.”
My Redeemer Missionary Baptist Church is where Pastor Sha’Teek Nobles, a family spokesperson, says Cardell Hayes was a member. It sits off S. Claiborne Avenue in Central City. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
In the eight months Hayes spent behind bars awaiting trial, not many cared to look into the man behind the late-night mugshot or the man he killed. The Saints lost a soldier from their defensive line. All anyone knew was that some rogue gunslinger killed him in cold blood.
Stray blogs said Hayes did security for the Saints, which was never true. USA Today said his “bullies” are “loyal, protective and potentially dangerous—characteristics that apparently Hayes shares.” Sports Illustrated capitalized off that rhetoric, running a story titled “The Saint v. ‘The Thug.’” Tyrann Mathieu, an NFL defensive back and former prep star here, said on Twitter that April that Hayes was a “hating ass coward.”
“Everyone starts on the side of the Saints,” Derwyn Bunton, New Orleans’ chief public defender said. “The sentiment, overwhelmingly, was that folks assumed Mr. Hayes was some hot-head thug that killed a beloved member of the community.”
Racquel Smith’s husband was that beloved member of the community.
“I don’t want sympathy,” Racquel said during trial. “I want justice for my husband … He loved New Orleans. He loved the people and the community and he did so much for the community. We loved it because we both came from humbling beginnings. It was us.”
“Would you exaggerate or leave out parts of what would happen to preserve the memory of your husband?” Fuller asked her on the stand.
“No, sir,” she said.
“Would you do anything to save his public image?” Fuller said.
“No,” she said before circling back. “I know the truth.”
Racquel Smith testified that she didn’t believe her husband had a temper, though it was reported in 2010 that he dragged her by her hair out of a Lafayette, Louisiana, nightclub. She says she doesn’t remember how much he’d drank, but on the night Smith was killed, blood tests showed he was three times past the legal alcohol limit.
Will Smith died with gunpowder residue on his hands.Of the two bullets that hit Racquel, one bullet’s origin can’t be conclusively proven — it’s still embedded in her leg. She testified that a doctor told her it was too risky to remove. But no one attempted to either prove her claim or negate that claim. Her testimony went unchallenged.
Presented with a chance to finally dispute the corruption narrative that Fuller fed the media — that the case had been manipulated to get quick justice for the local celebrity — Racquel didn’t waver. She told you. She didn’t want empathy. She just wanted justice. Regardless if, like she admits, she never saw the person who shot her.
If it’s worth anything, though, she swears it was Hayes.
“No one sympathized for me. He was putting lies about my family,” Racquel said.
“You are reading all these horrible things, that are false, and you don’t say a word?” a prosecutor asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Racquel said.
“Did you wait to tell these ladies and gentlemen of the jury your story?” the prosecutor asked.
“Yes ma’am,” Racquel said.
“Is this the first time anyone showed any sympathy for your case?” the prosecutor asked.
“Absolutely,” Racquel said.
This is the last place cardell Hayes lived, as provided by public record. It sits in New Orleans East on Morrison Road. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
Hayes made his home deep in the Ninth Ward, a place plastered on network news during Katrina when the levees broke. His last known residence leads you down Morrison Road, in New Orleans East.
It’s a fleeting oasis here, narrowly missed by tornados that struck nearby in early February 2017. Small homes with overgrown bushes dot opposite sides of the canals. It’s working class renewal sprinkled amid desolation. A shotgun duplex here. An orange spray-painted X there.
Hayes’ house is big enough for him and his girlfriend, Tiffany, to raise CJ in. The neighborhood is lively. School kids yell and run down sidewalks in the afternoons. Girls in colorful barrettes hoot for “Angel” or “Rosie” or “Tyrell” or “Kevin.” It’s a normal hood for a middle-class family.
Down Crowder Boulevard there are a slew of gas stations and markets separating highway entrances from exits. You can get fried chicken by the bucket and gas past dusk. If you’re really hungry, a smaller stand by one gas pump sells fresh po-boys.
Ten minutes east, Hayes laced his cleats in Joe W. Brown Memorial Park. He played for the Crescent City Kings, a development team the papers don’t even waste ink on. Plenty remember “Bear” as CJ’s father, Dawn Mumphrey’s son, Genitra Mumphrey’s brother, a familiar face at Lance’s, a football star from Warren Easton High School, a businessman, and much more.
Warren Easton High was where Cardell Hayes became a touted defensive lineman, rising up recruiting websites as a top-50 recruit in Louisiana. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
Leonard Brooks, 42, helped raise the boy from these blocks. Brooks, who says he’s Hayes’ uncle, has been choked up by the proceedings. Hayes is a churchgoing boy, he says, a role model to Brooks’ other, younger family members. No one’s denying he killed Smith. But few seem to recognize that this may have been self-defense.
“All they want to do is bury my nephew,” Brooks said. “As God as my witness, I would trade places with him so he can be with his family because, I know, in my heart, he was protecting himself.”
Bryant Lee, a store owner, met “the real silent dude” at Thurgood Marshall Middle School. They went to college and sweated in football camps together.
Lee had a brother who got locked up way back. A middle-class man could go insane counting the bills. He asked Hayes for advice, and Hayes gave him $1,000. When Lee tried to return the money, Hayes laughed it off. You can’t give back a gift.
“That’s just not his character. He’s a loyal dude. He’s family-oriented and giving. He’ll give you his last,” Lee said about Hayes’ portrayal. “If I was in the situation, I would’ve done the same thing. Out here? It’s kill or be killed.”
Five years ago, Casandra French saw him at a brass band parade.
Hayes was introduced as “the man with the American bullies.” Her husband desperately wanted to get a litter together. They needed the extra cash. Hayes was big in the game. So he handed her husband a hound and stuck around to help get their litter together.
Soon they were doing inseminations. And their daughter got a scholarship to play second baritone at Alabama State. Due to his unasked kindness, she now has spending money.
“Because of him, now we’ve had six litters and that’s what keeps us going,” French said from the front seat of her car. “He was never a troublemaker. I just pray for the man. The glimpse I have of him is a very good person. To do what he did, he’d have to be pushed.”
Lamont Simmons met him on the gridiron at Victory Field. Simmons played a few steps behind him on defense. Hayes came on the team midseason a year or so ago. He learned the plays in two weeks and gave the team the lift it needed. Hayes’ push got the developmental gang to a championship game.
Between those lines, Simmons learned about “Bear.” He saw a doting father who brought CJ to practice and let his boy ride his shoulders and play in his dreads. He befriended a man who coached his son in pewee kickoffs and kissed him whenever he could. He understood the mild-mannered giant that “led by example” and broke up fights as Simmons threw haymakers at opposing offenses.
“He was a mediator, he was always calm, except during a double team,” Simmons recalls.
It’s the weight of all of this that momentarily had Joe Howard in knots on a bench outside one of the court hearings last year.
Howard went to high school with Hayes. His wife’s sister is a friend of the family.
“He doesn’t have that aggressive nature that was put out,” Howard said with a huff. “But that’s with anything. A black man goes to jail, the public sees the mugshot and you are automatically labeled.”
The corner of Gravier and S. White St. sits Orleans Parish Prison, a holding cell blocks from where Cardell Hayes was tried in December. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
The Orleans Parish Prison is an uninspiring behemoth of a building. It’s not a last stop. It’s a holding cell, a nationallyknown repugnant penitentiary.
OPP is just a peek at the hell Angola offers.
The Life and Legend of Leadbelly describes Angola as a place thatkneels defendants in courtrooms upon sentencing. It’s America’s largest maximum security facility where 85 percent of prisoners never leave. “One of 10 inmates” annually get shanked there, according to the book. It sits in the middle of nowhere on a bend by the Mississippi River. The only things around for miles are an airstrip, a rodeo, and a radio station.
This is what Hayes had been grappling with in the months leading up to trial. At worst, he’d stay caged in Angola on a life sentence for second-degree murder. It’s possible that in Louisiana — the only state besides Oregon where all 12 members of a jury don’t have to unanimously agree on murder — that he could’ve gotten a reduced sentence. Negligible homicide isn’t the worst bid for killing a football king down South. At least he’s alive.
At best, like his lawyers said, he’d go not guilty on all charges. He’d walk free after a few days of court. But with the way Hayes’ case was handled, that option seemed further away each passing month.
Parties surrounding the case didn’t understand why the defense was failing. Plenty thought the overconfident Fuller was to blame. One lawyer close to both the prosecution and Fuller said the defense attorney could have received bad information from his client.
“He looked kind of silly when he didn’t come out with [any] video,” the lawyer said after Fuller didn’t present additional evidence during a Nov. 7 hearing. Fuller had been publicly promising video evidence that Billy Ceravolo, a former NOPD captain and friend of Smith, moved a gun from Smith’s car. It was a key piece of the corruption narrative that titillated observers into thinking there’d be an actual showdown between the sides at trial.
Another lawyer, who is close to the defense team, walked around between the lulls of court and asked, “Why doesn’t he just show this video?!” before offering his smartphone, which replayed an inconclusive video of an unidentifiable man at the scene of the shooting. Fuller introduced no such video at trial in April, and Ceravolo explored bringing a defamation suit against him.
The prosecution hinted at those missteps during trial. They asked O’Neal, Hayes’ best friend, when he testified about comments he allegedly made describing Fuller as a “sell-out,” a “nobody,” harping on a feeling that family and friends expected Hayes home months ago. O’Neal didn’t hide it. He hated the legal system, Fuller, and the timeframe that kept his companion confined to a cage.
“I’m heartbroken and tore up,” O’Neal said. “It’s extremely OK for me to be emotional.”
If you’re Fuller, you want justice to work as slow as you remember, with no rush to judgment. He pleaded in court for months to move this trial back. Who could possibly get convicted eight months after killing a man?
“I cannot, in good conscience, say I’m going to (delay),” Judge Camille Buras saidin Septemberwhen Fuller asked to move trial after the NFL season, hoping to ensure a fair tribunal for his client.
“That does not, to me, seem like a good legal reason.”
An emptied park in Cardell Hayes’ neighborhood where the effects of Katrina still linger. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
“I don’t know how we can automatically make these assumptions that are so vulgar about black men,” Dyan French Cole or “Mama D,” a Seventh Ward resident protesting Hayes’ arrest on the corner of Tulane Avenue, said one December morning at the start of trial. Surrounded by half a dozen protestors, she pointed toward the criminal court where Hayes prepared for the week that would decide his life.
“They are guilty when they walk up these steps, not after they go inside.”
This much is a given here: Louisiana’s criminal justice system is in need of reform, and New Orleans along with it. Cole’s refrain is a common local opinion about Hayes’ case. New Orleanians empathize with him — not many, but enough to garner attention. They’ve seen plenty of “Cardells” before. They’ve seen black boys disappear into a courtroom only to never return. Hayes isn’t the first and won’t be the last.
Harry Connick’s 30-year run (from 1973-2003) as the former district attorney is one cause for their angst. A southern Democrat that used music to leverage political power, the “Singing District Attorney” ran an office laced with controversy when he wasn’t humming at nightclubs in the French Quarter.
The U.S. Supreme Court chastised his regime in a 1995 opinion, describing an office culture that repeatedly failed to turn over exculpatory evidence. In that case, a man spent 14 years on death row and was nearly executed before missing evidence exonerated him. He called his predecessors weak, “moral midgets” and received dozens of misconduct complaints.
Leon Cannizzaro, the current DA, came in 2008 billing himself as a reformer. Yet in 2011, he was asked why his office mishandled a murder case by not turning over evidence. Cannizzaro responded that the defense counsel never asked for it. “If he doesn’t, we aren’t obligated to give it to him.”
During the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, Henry Glover’s charred body was found in a roadside Chevy, having been burned by NOPD officers after they’d shot him. Two days later, cops shot six unarmed black people on Danziger Bridge, killing a 17-year-old boy and a 40-year-old man. Both resulted in police cover-ups.
A Justice Department attorney called these crimes the “most significant police misconduct” prosecution since Rodney King’s beating. Eleven years later, the city paid more than $13 million in a civil rights settlement.
That’s why Byron Cole was outside of criminal court most of the sweltering summer. Cole wanted to personalize this case. He felt the need to watchdog this system. He, Simmons, O’Neal, and many others marched with signs and megaphones. They broadcasted their message over live streams on Facebook. They passed out white “Free Bear” T-shirts with a bear’s face on the front and dreadlocks raining from its head.
This wasn’t just that they thought Hayes was being prepared for a ludicrous trial in a kangaroo court. He was the son of New Orleans they saw themselves in the most.
“We live under a stranglehold in New Orleans, man,” Cole said one day in November. “It’s really just status quo racism. Modified black laws. Modified Jim Crow.”
More recently, the community was stung by similarities between Smith’s shooting and that of Joe McKnight, a rushing powerhouse and national mega-recruit killed by Ronald Gasser one parish over in early December. The makings of Gasser’s case are similar to Hayes’ — a local football hero gunned down in an act of road rage — except for one detail. Gasser, who is white, left jail 24 hours after he shot a former NFL player. After public outcry, Gasser was charged and indicted. Hayes, who is black, hasn’t been home since April 9.
The McKnight shooting’s aftermath enraged Hayes’ family and friends. One day, it led to a heated argument outside of court.
“We just watched a white man execute a man in cold fucking blood. Cold fucking blood, stood over him, witness are out there saying what they saw,” O’Neal said on a video which was posted to Facebook, with Simmons behind him and Big Freedia to his left.
“This man is at home, bruh! This man is at home. Cardell Hayes was attacked by Will Smith, as well as Will Smith’s entourage, and he’s sitting in jail for murder. For murder! He’s sitting in jail for murder with a $1.7 million bond and don’t none of y’all give a fuck about that.”
The prosecution doesn’t understand the fuss. “What happened in Jefferson Parish has nothing to do with this case,” prosecutor Laura Rodrigue said, to which Buras nodded during jury selection.
“Whatever happens in this case, it won’t reveal anything new to me,” Chuck Perkins, a local radio host said from his studio in October. “The only thing it’ll do is reconfirm that there are different legal systems for us black folk and the wealthy or the white.”
A man runs out of Orleans Parish Criminal Court one December afternoon during the week that decided Cardell Hayes’ life. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
The second floor of the courthouse in Mid-City sings from the scuff of prisoners’ shoes sliding across tile. Men and women in orange jumpsuits shuffle through wooden doors along the hallway during the week of Hayes’ trial.
New Orleans courts are more picturesque than most. The roof is decorated with Victorian chandeliers. Parthenon-style oak columns balance Buras’ stand, which is anchored by Louisiana and United States flags with two angels dancing on the flagpoles.
“That’s what this was, this was murder!” prosecutor Jason Napoli screams in his closing argument. “April 9 was an execution on the streets, and the only verdict in this case is guilty as charged.”
The families are separated by a center aisle, the Smiths on the right, Hayes’ family on the left. During testimony, a member of the Smith family had flashed a middle finger at O’Neal. Hayes’ family had the tendency to laugh during Racquel Smith’s emotional three hours on the stand. Another night, there was a minutes-long staring contest as court let out after a long, contentious day.
The Smith family has a police escort. Racquel Smith is accompanied by crestfallen women wearing goose egg-sized diamond rings. On each arm are battered-looking NFL men.
Hayes’ family and supporters carpooled or came on the bus, arriving with their own expressions of grief etched on their faces. A lot of the time during the trial, bailiffs kept them from entering the court. It was a fire hazard to have that many people on one side of the room.
Racquel Smith cried during the swings of the trial. Her kids had lost their dad. She’d lost the love of her life. And by her and her friends’ accounts, Hayes was evil. He purposely pulled the trigger and put those bullets in her legs. Sending him “back to the streets,” as Napoli says on that last day of trial, was not an option.
“The most important evidence in this case is buried with Will Smith. Those are his wounds,” Napoli says before crying in front of the jury. “Will Smith played defense for this city. He was defenseless that night. Now it’s your turn to play defense for him.”
The crescendos of the prosecution draw ire from Hayes’ supporters. Many of them believe the truth was thrown aside to get justice for just one family in the case: Hayes was legally allowed to carry in this state, one with Stand Your Ground laws. That he drew and fired at a threat didn’t make him devilish. It made him Louisianian.
“Don’t throw away this boy’s life like this. You owe this family more than that,” Fuller says to the jury. “We have the rich and famous and the poor and the powerless. Don’t jump to conclusions. This boy deserves to be treated like everyone else.”
By the time court recesses, each side thinks it won. Fuller shakes old women’s hands, leads the gathered public in prayer, yucks it up with bailiffs. The prosecution surely doesn’t mind Brees hugging Cannizzaro midcourt as a horde of Saints stars sit and comfort Racquel Smith.
The heaviness of this case weighed tangibly on family. The mornings grew to afternoons and crept into nights. They spent every day, at times 14 hours, in court for a six-day trial reliving the night that changed everything.
One of those evenings, Hayes’ mother, Dawn, ducked to St. Bernard Avenue for a quiet meal. In the months her boy had been behind bars, she’d lost a lot of weight, Bryant Lee said. Fair-toned with skin the color of sweet potato pie, Dawn Mumphrey’s hair is graying around her temples.
At the only table in the joint, her head shifted between a window and her hands.
“You gotta eat something, grandma” a waitress said.
“I’m trying,” she replied. “But I can’t hold anything down.”
The place started to close as Dawn finally picked at her plate. Her pupils grew red. Her voice cracked, and she whispered as the shop grew empty.
“I pray for strength,” she sniffed. “I know he’s coming home. I just know it.”
Another corridor where Will Smith and Cardell Hayes’ vehicles collided. Photo: Bryan Stewart | Edit: Tyson Whiting
The jury finds Hayes guilty of the manslaughter of Will Smith and the attempted manslaughter of Racquel Smith after five hours deliberating. The verdict comes right as Sunday Night Football ends. Media reports later described how pressured the jury felt to convict. The members wanted to write letters begging for leniency at sentencing.
“In between, there were lots of tears,” a juror told the New Orleans Advocate. “This was gut-wrenching.”
As soon as Hayes is cuffed, his momma glues herself to the mahogany pillars on her left. His pastor tries to hold her as she wails, her body cranking like a metronome. What do you tell Dawn Mumphrey when the state takes her only boy away for good?
“Do you need a drink?” Hayes asks, unable to help her with two bailiffs anchoring him.
Hayes’ family waits in the empty chambers that night sobbing as the Smith family departs with its police escort. Payton flew back from an afternoon loss in Tampa Bay to hear the verdict in person. He bear-hugs former tailback Pierre Thomas, who was with Smith before the shooting, and slaps his hand so loudly it echoed the empty halls.
“We did it,” he said.
Racquel Smith cries into her coat as she exits, her friends shaking deputies’ hands. As they pass, Hayes’ family can’t seem to leave.
They are stuck to this place and their last minutes with Hayes. Rouzan, his friend from the barbershop, has tears wedged in his thick beard. Hayes’ sister, Genitra, had been smiling all week and running around with CJ, Hayes’ son. Now she ducks under a pew.
Lawyers from each side bolt out of doors from different angles of the courthouse. Fuller, who beamed every time the spotlight was on him, left through one side door downtrodden, trudging into the darkness surrounding the building. The prosecution, content that their version of justice has been delivered, darts out of a different side door with smiles earned after an emotional battle.
“This was the murder of a hero,” Cannizzaro says hours later, explaining that his office wants Hayes, 29, to serve 60 years. “Mr. Hayes is not going to hurt anyone ever again.”
A deputy slams the doors behind Hayes’ family members as they drag themselves down those main courthouse steps. Big Freedia fought off cameras so Dawn and Genitra could sprint to a nearby SUV.
With two families destroyed and the courtroom battle finished, it is finally clear that justice is not the same as recompense. “There are no winners in a situation like this,” Deuce McAllister, a former Saints running back and close friend to Smith, tells cameras outside as he walks out with Racquel.
The only lights left shining are the red twinkles from an ambulance speeding down Tulane Ave. Camera crews spinning the news are met by a group of citizens at the place that had sent so many of them away over the years. People parked their cars in the middle of intersections. They cried into Snapchat apps and live feeds as the news spread around New Orleans.
A middle-aged man in a hoodie walks up to the courthouse from the dark. He begins yelling at ESPN’s cameras, beseeching them to “tell the truth.” When asked, the man declines to give his name, only identifying himself as “a concerned citizen of New Orleans.”
“That was a good kid. Y’all know what it was. This is a set-up and a game.”
He pauses.
“Cardell Hayes was guilty when he walked up those steps.”