Category: NBA

The Sprewell Era Ends.


ESPN is reporting as breaking news that the Knicks have basically traded Sprewell for Keith Van Horn in a 4-player deal (Latrell goes to the T-Wolves, Terrell Brandon goes to the Hawks, Glenn Robinson goes to the Sixers.) While this emphatically makes Minnesota a better team (particularly with Sam Cassell and Michael Olowokandi also joining KG), I can’t say I’m very happy about what’s happened to the Knickerbockers. Spree was the only high-octane guy on a team of one-dimensional choke artists…it’s going to be really hard to root for a team fronted by Van Horn and Houston.

Pressure Defense.

“When I hear that a professional athlete is being charged with rape, my first thought isn’t that he’s the victim. Nor do I immediately envision some sort of vexing vixen preying on poor unsuspecting millionaire athletes in a hotel lobby. No, my first thought is to fear that a horrible crime has occurred … and to hope that I’m wrong. And, yes, that’s my first thought no matter how well I ‘know’ the athlete — whether that athlete is a ‘thug’ like (fill-in-the-blank with your NBA bad boy of choice), or a ‘solid citizen’ like Ray Allen or Kobe Bryant.” I haven’t said much about the Kobe case around here, and that’ll probably continue — It looks like it’s already degenerating into an ugly he-said-she-said type of case, with Kobe’s lawyers trying their damnedest to destroy the accuser’s credibility. I will say this, though: I agree with this column about the borderline-misogynist way sportscasters have been covering the case so far, and, legal presumption of innocence aside, I for one do think he’s guilty. In his scripted television denial, Kobe couldn’t even look at the camera (or at anybody but down) when he twice proclaimed his innocence. This is not the body language of an innocent man.

Return to Sender.

The veiling shadow that glowers in the West takes shape. There is a union now between the Two All-Stars, Payton and Malone. I love the Glove, but, for the League’s sake, at this point I have to hope that one of these two mercenaries turns out to be a locker-room cancer. And, while I’m on the subject of the Lake Show, perhaps I should be glad that the media has taken innocent-until-proven-guilty to heart. Nevertheless, I find it somewhat troubling how the press has circled the wagons around Kobe before all the facts get out. These are the same writers who jump all over Sprewell, Kidd, and/or Iverson, to take just three examples, whenever the rumor mill starts a-churning. What’s good for the gangsta is good for the golden boy.

You can’t teach height.

While the NBA draft this year was slower than usual and surprisingly free of interesting trades (with the exception of Cassell to Minnesota, which happened the next day), I thought the Knicks did reasonably well this year. The Sweetney pick at No. 9 was a terrible, Laydenesque call, but picking up the free-falling seven-footer Maciej Lampe at No. 30 sounds like a steal (presuming his contract negotiations work out.) The 7’4″ Slavko Vranes sounds like a decent second-round choice too, far better than Frederic Weis at any rate. Now the question facing Knicks fans is how the trade winds will blow.

Texas Two-Step.

So, the Spurs won it all, thanks to a 19-0 Nets collapse in the fourth. Bleah…can’t say I’m too excited about that. To my mind, San Antonio is flawed and boring. But I do find it interesting, as the Sportsguy pointed out, that either Steve Kerr or Robert Horry has won a ring each of the past ten years. With that in mind, I wonder who the Knicks’ll be drafting. Chris Kaman, perhaps?

On the Prowl.

The new Bob Johnson-owned NBA franchise unveiled their name, logo, and uniforms on Wednesday, and they’re the Charlotte Bobcats. Hmm…I dunno. I know Bobcats works well with the Carolina Panthers (who sport a very similar logo), but I much prefer Dragons or Flight to the chosen name. Then again, I still wish the Washington Wizards (ugh) had become the Washington Monument – I’m all for the singular team names.

Small Man in a Big State.

Word on the street is Jeff Van Gundy has decided on the Rockets over the Wizards. To my mind, Houston just became a dangerous team to meet in the first round. Rudy T may be the nicest guy in the world, but Houston’s offense this past year was embarrassingly bad…basically Steve Francis, Moochie Norris, or Cuttino Mobley would speed to the hole and try to score 1-on-5 while Yao stood around looking confused. With a disciplined O and Van Gundy’s trademark tenacious D, the Rockets could turn a few heads next year.

Diamond in the Rough.

Bleah…so much for ABC’s “Old School” advertising strategy. Game 3 was some of the worst NBA basketball I’ve ever seen, and this is coming from a guy who really enjoys watching Knicks-Heat series. Just plain ugly…Kinda sad when the most memorable part of the game is the halftime show. Speaking of which, I’m more out of it than I thought. From what alternate universe did this Lil’ Kim version of Jewel come from? I remember her as an adorable snaggletoothed and deadly earnest folk chanteuse. She’s the last person I ever expected to drop the acoustic guitar and start hip-hopping to a Britney bounce. Well, I can’t say I’ve ever been a big fan, but with its infectious hurdy-gurdy backbeat, “Intuition” seems like it might just be this summer’s “Get this Party Started” – the bubble-gum pop song you can’t get out of your head. And from Jewel too…Who knew?