The Kings and Cavaliers snuck a trade in before the NBA lockout was announced Thursday, exchanging Omri Casspi for J.J. Hickson with a protected 2012 first round draft pick thrown in. The Kings got Hickson. The Cavs got Casspi and the lottery-protected first rounder. My initial reaction was sweet, the Kings finally managed to pull off a trade without getting reamed. Geoff Petrie got killed in the Beno Udrih-John Salmons trade, and his track record with deals has been far from sterling. Compared to his previous deals, Hickson looks like a major coup. Remember, Petrie is the guy who essentially traded Kevin Martin for 27 games of Marcus Thornton. Looking more closely at Hickson’s numbers, though, I’m
On Friday the Kings lost handily to the Lakers in spite of a Lakers meltdown in the fourth quarter that rivaled, well, every other game the Lakers have thrown away this season. There are those who might view an eight-point loss on the road to a perennial playoff team as a sort of victory, but I don’t. I take it as a sign of the times. More specifically, how time hasn’t changed the Kings. Three draft picks in the top 10 and this team isn’t the slightest bit better. It’s inconceivable. I thought this was a fate suited only for Atlanta Hawks fans. Apparently, I was wrong. Watching tonight’s game I see the same mistakes that I saw in 2009 — when Kevin Martin and Tyreke Evans just couldn’t seem to get out of each other’s way. There’s no consistent cohesiveness. No ball movement. No sense of purpose. Seven-year-old lemonade czars have better distribution than the Kings. It’s ugly to watch. As individual members of the team, the Kings probably don’t see it this way. I assume they talk about how they’re doing pretty well, given the circumstances. How a few years from now they’ll be one of the best teams in the league. The next Oklahoma City
Thunder. You know, what the announcers say when they broadcast the one nationally televised game the Kings get every year. A win over the Thunder! Holy crap! We’re one step away!As a fan, here’s what I see though: A bunch of dudes who don’t know how — or simply refuse not to — share the ball.Continue reading →
Kyrie Irving route — the second standout Duke freshman in two years to leave coach Mike Krzyzewski’s program after just a season. Come November, he’ll be in the pros with his dad, Celtics coach Doc Rivers. Rivers won ACC freshman of the year in a landslide and earned all-ACC honors — the first freshman in the conference to do so since Tyler Hansbrough in
2006. He also knocked down arguably the most memorable shot in college basketball this season — a jaw-dropping, buzzer-beating three to beat rival North Carolina in February — proving he has more than pedigree on his side when it comes to transitioning to the pro game. The skeptic in me would like to see Rivers learn to become a better distributor before heading to the next level — to say he was a ball-stopper in his season at Duke
would be like saying Schmidt from New Girl is “kind of a douchebag.” But really, Rivers was never going to be a prototypical NBA point guard anyway. Here are three reasons he’s ready to play in the pros: 1. His confidence — Have you seen this guy play? Have you read any of his quotes? Have you been on his Twitter page? Rivers doesn’t just think a lot of himself. He’s in love with himself. Like I Love You, Man, Superbad-level bromance love. The kind of love where I’m surprised he hasn’t coined a Brangelina-esque nickname for every time he looks in the mirror. AuRiver. Hello, self. Damn we’re looking good today. Confidence can be a good or a bad thing in the NBA (Kobe Bryant on one end of the spectrum, somebody like Nick Young on the other), but you can’t be a great player without it. And Rivers has more confidence than a Formula One driver on peyote. Age-wise, he’s a pup. But he won’t be afraid to mix it up with the big dogs at the next level. Continue reading →
No doubt you’ve heard by now. An NFL investigation turned up some dirt on defensive coordinator Greg With Two Gs Williams and his former team, the New Orleans Saints. Turns out from 2009 til 2011 Williams and Co. were putting bounties on players’ heads — $1,500 for a knockout, $1,000 for a cart off — a system that Double G allegedly also instituted in Washington and Buffalo.
The league has called Williams into the principal’s office. He’ll meet with NFL officials in New York on Monday and will likely face a verdict (some say Roger Goodell’s harshest punishment to date) shortly after. In honor of the proceedings, here are five NBA players I would never put a bounty on… 5. Dwight Howard — You’ve seen him without a shirt on. He’s like the Terminator, except if the Terminator had a mega-watt smile and stole all of his nicknames from previous bounty hunters. Plus Dwight’s notorious for not missing games. You’d just be wasting your time. 4. Shelden Williams — Six seasons in the league and a smoking hot, basketball-playing wife despite possessing not a shred of NBA talent. This man has God on his side. You do not want to be messing with him. Continue reading →
to us courtesy of the following hard foul by Dwyane Wade in the third quarter of last Sunday’s All-Star Game: 5. Provides yet another excuse for his fourth-quarter tunnel vision. 4. Doubles as a great halftime diversion for Metta World Peace.