The Eastern Conference playoff picture is a bit like the Republican Primary race: A bunch of uninspiring candidates clumped together chasing a runaway tyrant.
Although LeBron James and the Cavs are not quite as unlikable as Donald Trump, James’ unrelenting control of the conference has probably outlived its term in the minds of his eastern foes.
The problem with calling for at least a one-year intercession during LeBron’s reign in the East is the lack of a worthy challenger. The second-seeded Bulls are just four games ahead of the eighth-seeded Celtics and only six games ahead of 12th-seeded Wizards. Just about the only two teams that can be confidently ruled out of the postseason picture are the Brooklyn Nets and the Philadelphia 76ers.
It was an odd feeling, watching Mike D’Antoni return to his old stomping ground, sitting on the bench for the first time in his new role as an assistant coach for the hapless 76ers. He had returned to Phoenix as a visitor before, during his forgettable tenures with the Knicks and Lakers, but this was different.
It was different because, had D’Antoni waited a bit longer to give his old buddy Jerry Colangelo the thumbs up on the idea of easing his way back into coaching in a mostly pressure-less position alongside Brett Brown, perhaps he would have seen an ad for his old job in the coaching classifieds.
Then again, after last night, D’Antoni’s seat on the Philly bench probably feels pretty cozy.
Just when it seemed like it could not get any worse for the Phoenix Suns this season, they lose at home in rather convincing fashion to a team that now boasts a 2-30 record. Suns’ star Eric Bledsoe went down with a knee injury early in the second quarter, but the Suns were already down 12 by the time that happened, leaving them fresh out of any reasonable excuses, as if there is such a thing when you lose to a team whose win percentage resembles the price of discounted items at a dollar store.
Without question, a large share of the blame for Phoenix’s underwhelming 12-20 start falls on head coach Jeff Hornacek, whom the Suns decided not to extend beyond the final year of his contract (this season).
There is a terrifying senselessness to the way the Suns play, an underlying feeling that shouldn’t fit with a team believed to be on the rise in the Western Conference. There are some admirable derivatives, to be sure, like their commitment to a pace-and-space offense and a roster composed of players who, at least hypothetically, fit the system perfectly. But this team is so careless, so reckless and so uninspired, and Hornacek has done a poor job of finding the right lineup combinations to maximize his team’s performance on both ends of the court (Phoenix ranks 20th in offensive and defensive efficiency). Worst of all, the Suns seem to wilt in tense situations, and they play without passion.
Hornacek has not had an easy go of things during his time in charge of the Suns. The franchise’s identity has shifted time and time again. Supposed front office wonderkid Ryan McDonough, who was a Danny Ainge pupil in Boston before taking the Suns’ job in 2013, has failed to help Hornacek develop a stable and cohesive locker room.
Since Hornacek was hired in 2013, the Suns have tried out three different iterations of the two-point guard setup. It started with Goran Dragic and Eric Bledsoe in 2013-14, evolved to Dragic and Bledsoe with Isaiah Thomas coming off the bench in 2014-15 and turned into just Bledsoe and Brandon Knight after a pair of deadline day deals last season that sent Dragic to Miami and Thomas to Boston.
Considering the modest-to-nonexistent hauls Phoenix got for Dragic and Thomas, the fact that it shipped the Lakers’ protected 2015 first-round pick, perhaps the most valuable asset the team had behind Bledsoe, for Knight put the team all-in with its latest backcourt duo.
Although the Suns have struggled this season, the Bledsoe/Knight experiment has not been a disaster. Both players have performed better with each other on the court and they are each having career years. Bledsoe and Knight are both averaging a career-high 20 points per game; the Thunder and Blazers are the only other two teams with two players to accomplish such a feat. Bledsoe is shooting 37 percent from 3-point range, which would be the best mark of his career when factoring in volume, and Knight is shooting well enough from deep for the Suns to rank 2nd in basketball behind the Warriors in 3-point accuracy.
So why are the Suns struggling if their latest point guard pair seems to be working out?
It didn’t help that the Suns attached themselves to the most volatile set of twins in the NBA in recent years. It is almost as if Markieff Morris is afraid of the monsters in his closet and only felt save when brother was around. While Marcus has done quite well acclimating to life in Detroit, Markieff has spent most of this season sulking, playing poorly and, most recently, throwing towels at his head coach.
Morris is a player who seemed to have the perfect skillset to operate as a power forward in the Suns’ spread offense. He can space the floor around central pick-and-rolls and he was the team’s best one-on-one shot creator. If opponents went small to match the Suns pace-and-space style, Morris was an effective counter thanks to his solid postup game; he can blow by bigger defenders and punisher smaller ones. He should be thriving as the secondary scorer for the Suns once Bledsoe and Knight have probed the defense, much in the way his brother has done in Detroit when Reggie Jackson and Andre Drummond pick-and-rolls yield nothing.
It should be noted that Morris had good reason to be upset with Phoenix’s management, not necessarily because the team traded his brother, but because it traded his brother in attempt to open up cap space for a player who would replace him in the starting lineup. I actually think moving to a sixth man role wouldn’t have been the worst idea for Morris, but he clearly intended to remain the starter and the Suns were caught in an awkward position once Marcus was gone and their prized free agent was looking at real estate in San Antonio.
Still though, Morris is a very talented player who has sabotaged his trade value with his trivial behavior this season. Now the Suns are left with very few ways remedy the situation, including and likely limited to: selling Morris for pennies on the dollar and/or firing Hornacek.
Things looked so bright for the Suns during the offseason when they were a surprise entrant in the LaMarcus Aldridge sweepstakes. Even though the Spurs ended up signing Aldridge, the fact that Phoenix was the No. 2 option was a big deal for a Suns franchise that had been searching for a star. And although the Suns did not sign Aldridge, they did get Tyson Chandler, a veteran pick-and-roll finisher who was meant to mentor the likes of Bledsoe and Knight.
And yet, here the Suns are, on the brink of another franchise facelift. Their Kentucky backcourt might be able to work together, but it doesn’t seem like this is the best environment in terms of teammates and coach for them to succeed.
Is it time to sell? If Phoenix’s only goal is to push for a playoff spot this season, then no; the ironic nature of the West this season sees the Suns just 2 games back of the Jazz for the 8th seed at the moment, and perhaps a few months is too small a sample to write off this Suns group as a contender for the 8th seed.
But if Phoenix has higher ambitions than that going forward, then it is time for a new head coach and a freshly revamped roster.
I still remember the first time I went to watch Kobe Bryant play. It was 2009 and my Aunt Becky had bought me two tickets to watch the Lakers play the Spurs. My mom and I drove up to the game from my hometown of Corpus Christi (about a two-hour journey up I-35 to San Antonio) and arrived 30 minutes before the doors opened so we could get in line to get in as soon as possible.
Growing up in South Texas, I was a part of a family full of Spurs fans. Because they were on local TV all of the time, they were the only NBA team I was intensely familiar with growing up, but the only fond childhood memories of them that I have involve Ginobili, a player whose game always resonated with me. The first NBA game I ever went to was between the Spurs and Charlotte Bobcats. Ginobili didn’t play that day, but I remember him being shown on the big screen and then yelling down at him from our modest seats, to which he responded by turning and offering a wave.
Other than Manu, the mid-2000’s Spurs were not exactly awe-inspiring, not when Nazr Mohammed and Antonio McDyess were prominently involved. One day, my family was watching a postseason game between the Spurs and Lakers in the living room at my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Billy’s house. I can’t remember if I knew anything about Kobe back then, but I do know that I rebelled against everyone in the room that day after being one over by Bryant’s style and flash. When I celebrated one of Bryant’s big fourth quarter baskets, I almost got kicked out of the house.
Given that the Spurs had not captured my imagination, it wasn’t heard for Bryant to snatch my fandom. Soon I was like millions of other kids across the country who had gravitated to Bryant from thousands of miles away. So getting to see Kobe up close and personal was as good as it got for me in a sporting context.
Sadly, when we got to the door to have our tickets scanned, an unfortunate error came to light. Apparently, Ticketmaster had a policy that restricts people who don’t have a billing address in the state of Texas from purchasing tickets to Spurs games (and similar policies for teams in other states). My Aunt Becky lives in Pennsylvania, so our tickets were cancelled a day after she bought them, and despite the fact that we had already printed them, we were never notified that the tickets were no good. “Orders by residents outside of this area will be cancelled without notice,” the hidden policy stated.
I should note that the Spurs were nice enough to try to remedy the situation by offering my mom and I tickets to another big game against the defending champion Boston Celtics. While I was obviously not the biggest Celtics supporter given my Lakers fandom, I did enjoy getting to watching Duncan and Garnett go up against each other, and watching the way Ray Allen worked off the ball in person, as well as how Rondo ran the game, offered up a new perspective on their games.
The Spurs customer service group allowed us to stay in the arena, so long as we purchased standing room only tickets, but because we spent a good hour arguing with the customer service department, all of the prime spots in the FanZone were taken. We stayed anyways, hoping an empty seat or two would present itself, but nothing materialized. The AT&T Center has curtains covering the entrances to every section, so I could not even pop my head in to watch the game from the upper deck. Every time I did, an usher shooed me away. I went section-to-section hoping for a kind-hearted usher would let me poke my head through the curtains, just to get a glimpse at Kobe. I never found that usher; instead, one told me that he would call security to come remove me – a 14-year-old – from the building if I didn’t back away from the seating areas. So I did. I went and found a chair in the lobby area and sat there, listening the cheers and jeers of the crowd from afar.
Never again did I want to be stuck behind the curtain.
That was the impetus behind me pursuing sportswriting as something more than a hobby. By that time, I had already started writing on my own blog, which has evolved into this site today, but I wasn’t sure of any the specifics related to writing about sports as a career. Being kept outside of the arena on that night made me dream about watching and writing about games for a living more and more, it made me strive to be someone who would not have to bother with showing a ticket to get passed those curtains.
The second time I went to see Kobe play was in March 2010. There was no credit card fiasco that time; well, unless you count my family splurging to get me a single seat seven rows off the court just to the side of the basket. I’m sure they wished that ticket had been cancelled, too.
Bryant didn’t put on the kind of dominant performance that he usually reserves for his meetings with the Spurs that night, but he was 11-of-16 from the floor for 24 points with six assists and four rebounds, and he was vintage Kobe down the stretch. He roasted George Hill in the midpost in the first half and then did the same to Manu Ginobili, Keith Bogans, Richard Jefferson and Roger Mason Jr. in the second; in retrospect, it was the kind of game that made the Kawhi Leonard trade, which would come a year later, seem like a necessity if the Spurs were going to win in the postseason against the likes of Bryant, Durant and LeBron.
Bryant had some fantastic moments in the second half, including some one-on-one baptisms of Ginobili and two huge 3-pointers to give the Lakers the lead in the fourth. His first was a 30-foot pullup from a stand still position with Mason Jr. on his hip. He rose and fired without a conscious and the ripple of the net sent the Kobe fans in the building to go into a frenzy. And then with just under three minutes left, Gasol found Bryant in the left corner, where he buried a wide-open 3-pointer to put the Lakers up 11 after trailing by seven at the half.
That was the last basketball game I remember going to as a fan. In January 2012, I started writing NBA columns for the Corpus Christi Caller-Times, and within a few months I was covering the Spurs, Mavericks and Rockets as a credentialed media member. That summer, I also covered Team USA Basketball’s preseason camps and showcases in Las Vegas, New York and Washington, which was the first time I had met and interviewed Kobe in a professional capacity. Someone snapped a photo of me in a scrum with Bryant, and everybody always says I look like the happiest person on the planet in that photo. They’re probably right.
It will soon be four years since I started writing for the Caller-Times. During that time I’ve covered two NBA Finals, four Spurs postseason runs and more than 100 games in total. Perhaps the downfall of Bryant and the Lakers coinciding with it helped, but I certainly do not feel ties to the Lakers like I did before. I once punched a hole in my door when the Lakers lost Game 3 of the 2009 Finals, but I’m not sure it’s possible for me to be that emotionally invested in a single team any more. My fandom, in that sense, has been stripped.
In fact, I root for the Spurs to succeed more so than the Lakers, simply because if the Spurs are good that means I get to cover a more compelling team, and if they are winning then I’ll have a better shot at covering postseason games. That logic seems unthinkable for someone who almost got kicked out of his uncle’s living room for cheering against the Spurs, but I compare it to Stockholm Syndrome. Covering the Spurs upclose and personal makes it impossible not to respect that way they do things, and the way they played in their run to back-to-back Finals forced me to improve as a writer. It was like being on the art beat during Picasso’s reign; if the basketball was that beautiful, I felt my words had to live up to it. It was the same feeling I got when I wrote about Kobe.
Although my support for the Lakers has dwindled in the quest of becoming an objective journalist, one thing I could never shake was my infatuation with Kobe. He was the reason I liked basketball. He was the reason I wrote about it. He is the reason I’m a Sports Media in college. He is the reason I’m covering the NBA.
So on Friday night, I showed up at the AT&T Center for what might be the last time I attend an NBA game as a fan. I wore a black Kobe shirsey, matching the Lakers Hollywood Nights uniform. It was a different feeling watching that game than all of the ones I’ve seen since I started covering the Spurs. I wasn’t worried about Pop’s rotations, the Spurs’ pick-and-roll coverages or the kinds of sets they were running for LaMarcus Aldridge. I was only worried about Kobe. From the moment he came on the floor in warmups, I watched his every move.
I still didn’t find myself clapping or cheering – I sense that part of me has been buried, or at least reserved for when I tear someone apart on FIFA. But I smiled every time he brought the ball up the floor or rose up to shoot.
Kobe started the year chucking at the same rate he has his entire career, only with the success rate of an 8-year-old playing on 10-foot rims for the first time. He has seemingly reigned that in since making his announcement, choosing to be much more selective with his shots and generally allowing the offense to flow a bit more (although, when Ray McCallum was switched onto him Friday, Bryant demanded the ball like a bully demands your change in the lunch line).
When Kobe voluntarily kept himself out of the game in the fourth quarter against Minnesota last week, I knew Bryant’s mindset was changing. Here was Kobe, a man who lusted for end-of-game shots like no other player, requesting that he remain a spectator during crunch time. That, as much as anything, was a sign Bryant is not what he used to be, and I’m sure it resonated with him the same way it did with me. He has gone from fighting the disease of age foolishly to finding a more efficient, and perhaps more rewarding, niche.
Bryant had a vintage first quarter against the Spurs, scoring nine points on 4-of-5 shooting, mixing in longrange hits and midrange pullups, but he was just 1-of-7 for the remainder of the game. Watching him in person, it is obvious why Bryant has been so eager to shoot in the opening quarter. It seems like Kobe only has 12 good minutes in his legs each night, so if he is going to one of those classic scoring spurts, it is likely going to happen soon after the tip. Bryant did not have any lift on his jumper in the second half, and when the Spurs got up double digits in the fourth quarter, I saw Kobe motion to Byron Scott, signaling it was time for his night to end.
It was uplifting to see Bryant can still have a positive impact at the NBA level, and if he was fine with lowering his career scoring average and going through the round-the-clock treatment he has to deal with to recover from games, you could envision this version of Bryant playing another year or two for 20 minutes or so a night. But let’s be honest: He doesn’t want to be that guy, and I don’t want him to be that guy either. In fact, I was pretty upset that Bryant wasn’t in gunner mode against the Spurs. I, nor the swaths of “Laker” fans in Kobe jerseys, didn’t come to watch Lou Williams and D’Angelo Russell. I came to watch Kobe, and even if he shot 3-of-20, the slightest chance that he might get on a roll for a few possessions was more appealing than watching Robert Sacre airball a hookshot while Kobe stood in the corner.
That said, watching Kobe put up those ghastly 3-of-15 or 4-of-20 shooting performances early in the year was kind of like visiting a relative on their deathbed, clouding your memory of them with pictures of them at their worst. Bryant seems more at peace with his impending departure now, and as a result he is easing his way into the afterlife with his dignity intact.
As the final seconds ticked off the clock on Friday, the large collection of Kobe fans seated near the visiting tunnel started a Kobe chant.
It was then that I finally realized that my favorite athlete would soon be gone, and that the countless basketball masterpieces he provided, those sources of infinite joy, pride and comfort that outlined my childhood, were slowly fading away. I spent years obsessing over his each and every game, staying up late on school nights for those L.A. tip times and jolting to the library at lunch to watch the same YouTube clips day after day. But as prolonged as his stay atop the NBA mountain top seemed as he wraps up his 20th season in the league, I look back and wonder how it all went by so fast.
“KO-BE! KO-BE! KO-BE!”
I had a tear in my eye.
I watched Bryant as he greeted Gregg Popovich at midcourt, sharing a hug and a laugh. And finally, I watched as Kobe walked toward the tunnel, his hand going between his chest and the air as he acknowledged the heartfelt response of the crowd. He moved briskly, his head bowed, humbled by another platoon of his supporters firmly entrenched behind enemy lines.
He thanked the crowd once again and kept walking.
And in the blink of an eye, he was gone into the darkness, forever lost behind the curtains.
When the Detroit Pistons traded for Reggie Jackson in February, nobody thought they were uniting two players who would soon combine to form one of the league’s most lethal pick-and-roll combinations. At the time, Jackson was a somewhat maligned talent, someone who appeared to force his way out of Oklahoma City. Andre Drummond was held in higher esteem, but even after Detroit shed itself of Josh Smith, he was still sharing the frontcourt with a fellow low-post behemoth in Greg Monroe.
Fast forward nine months and Jackson and Drummond are running the show for one of the league’s most surprising upstarts: The 5-1 Detroit Pistons. With Monroe sopping up post touches in Milwaukee, Stan Van Gundy’s Pistons are now free to play the spread pick-and-roll game SVG popularized during his tenure with the Orlando Magic, and Detroit is off to the franchise’s best start since 2007-2008.
The Memphis Grizzlies are a bit like your non-major course work in college. You pay a fair amount of attention to them and hope they will do well, but at the end of the day, when the assignments in classes that actually matter begin to pile up, your focus shifts to the more fulfilling subjects.
Everybody likes the Grizzlies. Some may be turned off by their glacial pace or their gladiator-themed offense in an era of fast-paced assaults in transition and from beyond the arc, but everyone respects what the Grizzlies have done while operating against the grain. They’ve pushed superstar-laden teams such as the Thunder and the Clippers in the playoffs, they had the lead on the Warriors after three games in the second round last season and they even managed to grind their way to the conference finals in 2013.
The Clippers nearly did the impossible. They nearly became the first team in what seems like forever to spot Golden State a 17-point, come back and live to talk about it. Nearly.
Instead, despite getting a 10-point lead of its own with five minutes to play, the Clippers fell short of the Warriors once again. It was the same old story for Golden State: Remove all of the constraints of traditional basketball – ie. a big man – and play free flowing basketball with offensive threats all over the flow. The Clippers are supposed to have one of the most capable frontlines in the league when it comes to countering Golden State’s futuristic lineup, but they were shut down on Wednesday night.
Draymond Green flew around the floor and made plays, and his teammates followed suit. Even when Andre Iguodala wound up switched on Blake Griffin, who is on a tear to start the season, Griffin couldn’t muster much when trying to back him down. As we saw when the chips were down last postseason, Golden State’s trump card changed the game, with its stops fueling its offense, and particularly Curry, who fired in threes from across the bay like it was nothing.
This game had a weird flow to it. Curry was taken out of the game after just three minutes due to foul trouble and didn’t return until the start of the second quarter. In the second half, the same thing happened to Paul, who picked up his fourth foul with eight minutes left in the third and sat almost an entire quarter until he returned. Even still, both teams managed to play tremendous offensive games, especially given the defensive prowess of its opposition.
Griffin was spectacular for most of the game, but his inability to muster a good look when the Warriors had smaller defenders on him down the stretch was worrisome. In a postseason matchup between these two teams, that would be a frequent occurrence, and if Green is going to switch onto Paul, then Griffin has to make Golden State pay. Curry (31 points, 5 boards, 7 threes) and Paul (24 points, 9 assists, 3 steals) were both fantastic, as always seems to be the case in one of the league’s most exhilarating point guard matchups. The same cannot be said for whatever Jamal Crawford was doing last night.
Despite the loss, I think this might be an early-season confidence boost for the Clippers. They got down big in the league’s toughest road environment, fought back with their reserves and got themselves in a position to win. Execute better, and smarter, when the Warriors hand you a size advantage and get out to Curry quicker on his pull-ups and perhaps this result is different. No other team has challenged the Warriors to this point and despite the somewhat deflating loss, I thought this was a good showing for Los Angeles overall.
In the blink of an eye, the Spurs were down 19-2. Then they went on a 21-3 run and took a 23-22 lead at the end of the first quarter. While it was a particularly impressive comeback in the moment, in hindsight it was illustrative of a larger issue that has troubled the Spurs through five games: The starting unit is far from a finished product.
The Spurs starting lineup, while elite defensively (96.1 defensive rating), is only scoring 91.2 points per 100 possessions in their 78 minutes together this season. But once Pop makes his first waves of substitutions – usually Manu Ginobili for Danny Green, Patty Mills for Tony Parker and Boris Diaw for Tim Duncan – the Spurs look like one of the best teams in basketball. The group of Mills, Manu, Kawhi, Diaw and Aldridge is scoring 106.5 points per 100 possessions while only allowing 88 points per 100 possessions on the other end.
Aldridge and Diaw have been the Spurs’ best big man pairing both statistically and aesthetically. Aldridge has shown better prowess as a rim protector than I thought he would, so when Diaw checks in for Duncan and provides his unique blend of passing, cutting and spacing, the Spurs get back to the beautiful game that they showcased in the 2014 Finals. With Duncan and Aldridge, things are more cramped, possessions develop slower and Aldridge really isn’t getting that many touches, which is surprising only because the slower pace seems to be a way to introduce Aldridge’s post-game into the Spurs’ vernacular.
San Antonio looked good for most of this game after the first quarter, but once the starters returned in the final five minutes, the offense went in the tank and its turnovers fueled the Wizards’ transition attack. The Wizards, who were playing small with Jared Dudley at the four, were always going to trouble San Antonio’s twin towers lineup in transition, and the Spurs’ turnovers only made matters worse. Tony Parker nearly saved San Antonio with his game-tying three in the final seconds, but Bradley Beal returned the favor after the Spurs messed up a switch on a high screen designed to free Beal. Beal shook a hurried Aldridge, who was rushing to cover for Leonard, and buried the winner.
In May, I wrote about John Wall’s path to stardom, and he was unbelievable in this game. Shooting 6-of-16 isn’t great, but he orchestrated everything for Washington in this game, dishing out 13 assists with only one turnover while gobbling up four steal that got the Wizards on the break. His ability to read a defense continues to impress, and he caused several breakdowns by the Spurs in this game.
Meanwhile, I may end up writing a similar piece about the growth of Bradley Beal. Beal looks like a legitimate offensive superstar right now, and he’s a good defender as well. Beal scored 25 points on 50% shooting, grabbed give boards, dished out four assists and collected three steals against the Spurs, and he’s averaging 25 points with 48/46/75 shooting splits to start the season. It looks like Washington’s two budding stars are finally coming into their own. And if this team lands a certain local kid in the summer, the East might have a new king.
The Magic are the most entertaining, if not best, 1-4 team I can remember seeing in recent years. Their four losses have been by a combined 14 points (or six points less than the standard Rockets loss this season), two of which came in over time, and they’ve played the Wizards, Thunder, Bulls, Pelicans and Rockets. 1-4 against five playoff teams may be a solid indication that the Magic still have a ways to go before they are legitimate playoff team, but they’ve been right there in every game and Scott Skiles has done a nice job revamping this team on the fly.
Perhaps the Magic would have prevailed in this one had Nikola Vucevic not gone out with an injury in the second quarter. But Aaron Gordon came off the bench and gave the Magic 32 really good minutes. He scored 19 points on 7-of-11 shooting while grabbing eight rebounds and playing really good one-on-one defense when matched up with James Harden on a couple of occasions. Evan Fournier was also quite good for the Magic, posting a 29-6-4 line while spending most of the game attacking Harden on the offensive end.
Harden had another awful shooting game – you know you’re shooting poorly when a 2-of-11 performance from three actually improves your 3-point percentage for the season – but in typical Harden fashion, he got to the line 17 times and helped seal the victory in the closing moments. Interestingly, Gordon’s emergence led to just 21 minutes for Tobias Harris, who played well for the most part. He had 16 points and five boards but didn’t see any time in the crucial moments of the game, save for the final possession. Harris seems like the kind of guy who you want to play as much as possible against the smallball Rockets, but I guess it will take some time for Harris to earn Skiles’ trust after their falling out in Milwaukee when they were both Bucks.
The Thunder had this game in the bag. They lead by six with two minutes to go, but the Raptors were the most aggressive team down the stretch. They scored eight points from the free throw line and their two crunchtime field goal came inside the paint while Westbrook and Durant couldn’t manage to put home any of their close-range attempts.
This game must have taken place in a parallel universe, because the Thunder, who own time shares at the free throw line, had only 14 free throw attempts while DeMar DeRozan had 15 by himself. As a team, the Raptors had 39 free throw attempts, which helped make up for the fact that Oklahoma city shot 48% from the field in this game. DeRozan put his head down and went at Andre Roberson and Serge Ibaka all game long, and I thought Jonas Valanciunas, off to a fine start this season, got the better of Steven Adams and Ibaka as well.
Russell Westbrook came out of the gates on fire – as a passer. He dished out 16 assists on the night, but he was off from the field, and Kevin Durant’s 27 points on 10-of-18 shooting wasn’t enough for the Thunder to overcome their excessive fouling and 19 turnovers. Oklahoma City is last in the league in turnovers per game at 20.2, more than two more than Philadelphia, who take as good of care of the ball as I do of my pencils. It’s early, but Billy Donovan still has some work to do with his team’s discipline on both ends.
For more of my coverage of this game, visit the Corpus Christi Caller-Times. For my Spurs’ season preview, click here.
DION WAITERS STEALS THE SHOW
Dion Waiters is far from the first player who comes to mind when you think about Oklahoma City’s end-of-game options.
But Waiters stepped up in the final minutes against the Thunder’s 112-106 opening night victory against San Antonio, knocking down two jumpshots over Spurs’ guard Tony Parker to give OKC the lead.
With Kevin Durant struggling in his matchup with the reigning Defensive Player of the Year, Kawhi Leonard, and with San Antonio putting defensive ace Danny Green on Russell Westbrook, Oklahoma City went to Waiters, who had a size mismatch on Parker.
“A lot of point guards like to guard our (shooting guard),” Westbrook said. “I think it’s my job to be able to find the mismatch. Dion did a good job of knocking down some big shots.”
Waiters’ first shot was a pull-up jumper late in the clock with 2:11 to play, which tied the game at 103. On the next possession, the Thunder ran a mid-post isolation for Waiters, who faced up Parker and drilled a stepback jumper to put OKC ahead by two.
“(I) got a chance to do what I do,” Waiters said. “We went to the mismatch and I made big shots.”
JUMPMAN, JUMPMAN, JUMPMAN
Hip-hop is the music genre of choice in most NBA lockerrooms.
However, anyone who hasn’t been in the San Antonio Spurs’ lockerroom might assume coach Gregg Popovich has Bethoven’s 5th Symphony playing on an endless loop instead of Rich Homie Quan’s latest single.
In reality, the Spurs are rarely jamming out to anything before games, but that didn’t stop Spurs’ guard Manu Ginobili from learning his name was a lyric in Drake’s hit new song “Jumpman.”
“It’s kind of hard not to be find out about those things nowadays,” Ginobili said.
Ironically, Oklahoma City’s entrance music on Wednesday night was “Jumpman.”
“I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like woo,” Drake says in the first verse of the song, which is a collaboration with fellow rapper Future.
Although Ginobili, who hails from Argentina and likely has a musical taste more in line with his coach, didn’t seem overly impressed by the mention, one of his younger teammates, guard Ray McCallum, celebrated the achievement for him.
“It’s funny that you say that,” McCallum said, “because he hasn’t mentioned one word about it.
“The rest of us know about it. If that was me, I would embrace it, but that kind of stuff is not really important to him. You wouldn’t know he was on one of the hotest verses out there unless you brought it up to him.”
On Friday, Spurs coach Gregg Popovich was named the coach of Team USA for 2017-2020. When asked if Thunder star Kevin Durant is a player he’d like to coach with the national team, Popovich responded in a way only he can.
“I don’t know if he is good enough,” Popovich said.
When asked if he was pleased with the way LaMarcus Aldridge has fit in with the Spurs offense, Pop offered up another sarcastic reply.
“Sure, I am,” Popovich said. “And if I wasn’t I wouldn’t say that. I would just lie to you. So, silly question.”
After the game, Thunder coach Billy Donovan said it was special to go up against Popovich in his NBA debut, detailing how Popovich had welcomed him to be around the Spurs last year so he could pick the collective brain of San Antonio’s coaching staff.
This was surprising to hear, for three hours earlier, Popovich had a one-word response when asked if he had ever spoken to Donovan about anything basketball related or otherwise.
Madison Mercado began her last game at the Cowgirl Soccer Complex in storybook fashion Sunday afternoon.
One minute into Oklahoma State’s Big 12 matchup with Kansas, forward Courtney Dike slid a ball to Mercado at the top of the box, where she kicked off Senior Day with an early goal. The Cowgirls added a second goal in the 44th minute, bookending the first half with goals in their 2-0 victory.
“It was a great feeling,” Mercado said. “On Senior Day, (it was) very emotional, especially with everything that’s been going on. It was very rewarding.”
Mercado’s goal was her fourth of the season and the 17th of her career, and it provided OSU with the spark it needed at the beginning of the game.
“It was awesome,” Cowgirl coach Colin Carmichael said. “It was a great goal. We knew that was going to be a tight game. They are good; they are in a very similar situation as we are. They needed wins in the Big 12. So (the win) was big for us, and Maddie’s goal got us going.”
The emotional lift the Cowgirls got from Mercado’s early goal was extremely important, especially after the accident Saturday morning when a vehicle plowed through a crowd of spectators at OSU’s Homecoming Parade, killing four and injuring 44.
“We talked to our team (about it) this morning,” Carmichael said. “It’s tragic. You can just feel the vibe in Stillwater is just sad right now. And our team is no different.”
The Cowgirls (9-7-2 overall, 2-3-3 in Big 12) said they were motivated to do whatever they could to honor the victims.
“We wanted to win not only for ourselves, but we wanted to honor all the families,” sophomore forward Niki McKnight said. “If we were in their shoes we wouldn’t know what to do, so all we can do is hope and pray for the best.”
McKnight scored the game’s second goal when Kansas’ keeper Maddie Dobyns mishandled the ball in the box, spilling it to the feet of McKnight for an open goal just before halftime.
“It’s nice,” McKnight said. “We’ve been looking for that game-changer that can get us back on a roll. We’ve been deserving (wins), we’ve been working hard and playing well, things just haven’t been in our favor.”
McKnight’s goal was her second of the weekend, for she scored the tying goal against West Virginia on Friday night before the Mountaineers earned a 2-1 victory in overtime. Oklahoma State wasn’t sure whether McKnight would be able to play this season due to offseason surgery on her right knee, but since returning to action on Oct. 7, she has given the team a valuable offensive threat off the bench.
“We knew, when healthy, that kid is just a good player,” Carmichael said. “Whether she’s up front, in the back, in the midfield, it doesn’t matter. She’s a very good soccer player…When we got her back and played her up front, we thought it might add some goals, and certainly that has been the case.”
The Jayhawks (8-8-1, 3-4) caused Oklahoma State problems with their aggressive pressing, often switching to a three-at-the-back formation to outnumber OSU in the midfield. Kansas finished with 13 shots, four of which forced saves from Cowgirl goalie Michela Ongaro.
“Kansas put some pressure on us there in the first half,” Carmichael said. “We scored a little bit against the run of play to make it 2-0.”
The Cowgirls sat back and let the game come to them in the second half as they looked to maintain their two-goal advantage. Although Kansas threatened, OSU had the better of the chances on the counterattack, and it was able to hold for the victory, giving its six seniors a final home game worth remembering.
“At 2-0, we obviously went a little more defensive in the second half trying to hold that lead,” Carmichael said. “Overall, (I’m) just really pleased that we won, and really pleased for the seniors to end at home with a win. That was great.”
MORE THAN A GAME
Hearts were heavy at the beginning of Oklahoma State’s Big 12 matchup against Kansas on Sunday afternoon, and the tears were flowing after the final whistle.
On Senior Day, the Cowgirls set out to honor the victims of the Homecoming Parade accident Saturday morning when four people were killed and 44 were injured.
“It was more than a soccer game today,” Mercado said. “It was big for Senior Day, and we wanted to honor those who lost their lives and the families affected in the tragedy yesterday.”
Oklahoma State wore black wristbands, some with the words “Stillwater Strong” written on them, to honor the victims and their families during its 2-0 victory against the Jayhawks.
“We wanted to honor all the families,” sophomore Niki McKnight said. “If we were in their shoes, we wouldn’t know what to do. All we can do is pray and hope for the best for those families.”
The team found out about the accident during its pregame walkthrough Saturday morning. Saturday night, sophomore midfielder Lana Duke texted her teammates about doing something in solidarity to show their support, and the entire team was on board.
“It was insane,” senior Madison Mercado said. “We were just all shocked and devastated. Our homecoming is America’s greatest homecoming. People come from everywhere just to come here and have a good weekend, and for that to happen, it’s just shocking and heartbreaking.”
The accident had a direct impact on the Cowgirl program, for two children who acted as ball kids Friday night were injured.
“OSU is such a tight knit family, and we were hurt by it as much as everybody else was,” Mercado said. “It was very emotional. We talked about it, and we wanted to come in and play our hearts out for everybody.”
Carmichael said he was not involved in any discussions regarding the status of Sunday’s game but agreed with the decision for both the soccer match and the football game Saturday afternoon to be played.
“You can kind of make people smile for the next 90 minutes, and use that emotion in a positive way,” Carmichael said. “As a coach, I think that is the right thing to do. The result is insignificant in relation to what happened. However, it does allow people to focus on something positive for a little while instead of the tragedy that happened.”
The Cowgirls did their best to lift the spirits of the Stillwater community, but by the end of the game, emotions were evident for a different reason.
For six seniors – Mercado, Allie Stephenson, Kelsey Bass, Delaney Kiely, Lauren Reyes and Madeline Wood, all of whom played Sunday – this was their final game at the Cowgirl Soccer Complex. Mercado marked the special day with a goal in the second minute, and all six players collected bouquets and hugs from the coaching staff after the game. Most held back tears while others couldn’t help it.
“I was just balling my eyes out a few seconds ago,” Mercado said. “It has hit me. It’s just crazy how fast it goes. You know, you come in as a freshman and everyone tells you that. My sister [former OSU player Melinda Mercado] told me. But you don’t realize it until you are at your last home game and you are at your last game. It’s very emotional.”
Mercado, whose favorite memory at OSU is making it to the Big 12 Tournament final and the NCAA Tournament in 2013, said she will miss being around her teammates.
“You form such a close bond with everybody,” Mercado said. “You’re with them 24 hours a day, basically. And they are such great girls. And we have formed such a close bond. I’m going to miss them the most.”
Above all else, Sunday’s game was about coming together as a family for the Cowgirls and the Stillwater community.
“We were playing for the seniors,” Carmichael said. “We were playing for ourselves. But we were also playing for the community and the OSU family.”
Manchester City continue to score goals for fun, Jurgen Klopp manages his first game for the Reds and the Blues end a three-match winless streak in all competitions.
Even without Sergio Aguero, who injured his hamstring while on international duty with Argentina, this was the kind of performance that we’ve come to expect from City this season. Against the new boys of Bournemouth, Manuel Pellegrini’s men were dominant in possession, fluid in their attacks and lively on the move. In the absence of Arguero and David Silva, City stuck Wilfried Bony up top and record-singing Raheem Sterling in the hole behind him. The result was five goals between the two of them, with Sterling netting his first hat trick in a baby blue shirt while Bony stuck a pair in the back of the net.
Jesus Navas was, surprisingly, not a determinant to his team’s 5-1 victory, as he was quite engaged and supportive on the right-hand side. Bournemouth were a promising bet to maintain in the Premier League beyond this season, but injuries to most of their key players, including their most expensive summer signings, have dampened the mood and their competitiveness. To be fair, they were always going to be smashed by City at the Etihad, injuries or not, but it’s a bit dispiriting to see one of the league’s more entertaining and positive sides have to live with a weakened cast in their first season in the top flight.
Everton had its moments in this game, and the Toffees came out strong after halftime looking to erase United’s 2-0 lead. But this was always a game for the Red Devils to take all three points from. Everton had a slight majority of possession and occasionally pieced together some good build-up, but United were more decisive and dangerous when they got the ball forward. Ander Herrera played a major part in that. The Spanish midfielder got the start behind Wayne Rooney while youngster Anthony Martial spent most of the game playing wide on the left.
Herrera and Morgan Schneiderlin, who scored the game’s opening goal, controlled things in the middle of the park for Louis van Gaal’s side, completing 95% of their 114 passes. Herrera also added a goal and an assist, giving him a strong case for more playing time, which may mean more substitute appearances for Dutchman Memphis Depay, who was not used in this game.
When your team is struggling to get results, then Tim Sherwood’s Aston Villa is exactly what the doctor would order. The Lions haven’t won a game since defeating Bournemouth 1-0 in their season opener and they had lost four in a row heading into this game. Of course, even as the Blues got their first league win since defeating Arsenal a month ago, they only put one goal past the awful Brad Guzan (their second was an Alan Hutton own goal) and they even ceded possession to the 19th ranked team in the Premier League.
Managing with his job seemingly on the line, Steve McClaren’s men came out and delivered one of the more entertaining performances of the season. It helped that Norwich City were game in turning this into a wide-open contest with little attention paid to stopping the other team from scoring. Chances were created, opportunities were taken and breaks were frequent as Magpies put six past John Ruddy, matching the goal total that they had in their previous eight matches combined.
The Canaries were actually in this game for a half, as Dieumerci Mbokani provided an equalizer when Newcastle only had one goal and Nathan Redmond got one back before halftime to make the score 3-2. But fueled by summer signing Georginio Wijnaldum, Newcastle would blow the game open in the second half. Wijnaldum had one of the most impressive performances of the season in any league, scoring four goals and providing an assist. He scored with his head, on the break and with tremendous touch, showcasing the deft skills that made his $22 million price tag seem like a pretty nice bargain. Moussa Sissoko notched three assists in this contest, helping make sure that McClaren would have a job for at least another week.
Speaking of manager’s on the hot seat, Jürgen Klopp managed his first game at Liverpool since taking over for Brendan Rodgers. The performance didn’t match the energetic and entertaining reputation that his coaching style carries, but on such a short turnaround for both he and the players who had been on international break, a point away at White Hart Lane isn’t the worst debut result. Belgium international Divock Origi started up top for the Reds and hit the post, but chances were sparse other than that. Tottenham’s Mousa Dembele looked like the best player on the pitch for the full 90 minutes, bossing the midfield with nine tackles, six interceptions and three clearances, as well as 91% pass completion from his holding midfield spot.
For the first 45 minutes, Arsenal didn’t possess the same kind of precision and aggression that they showed in the opening 20 minutes of their victory of United, but Watford didn’t have enough to make them pay for it. The Hornets were game for a half, but their front two of Troy Deeney and Odion Ighalo wasn’t sharp enough when they had their chances, and Arsenal came out of the lockerroom with a strong intent to dominate the game. Alexis Sanchez, who cannot be stopped at the moment, got the scoring started in the 62nd minute, and within a 12-minute span, Arsenal would add two more. Olivier Giroud, who was subbed on in the 64th minute, scored in the 68th, and Aaron Ramsey ended his BPL goal drought with the Gunners’ third in the 74th.
In a matchup between two of the Premier League’s least exciting teams, the most enjoyable moment came when West Brom striker Salomon Rondon ended up catching Sunderland’s DeAndre Yedlin in midair before twirling him around like it was a part of a Dancing with the Stars routine. In terms of the result, Saido Berahino, who once proclaimed he would never play for West Brom ever again, scored the game’s only goal on a very poor piece of work by Black Cats’ keeper Costel Pantilimon. Sunderland still hasn’t won a game nine games into the season and I take any odds that Sam Allardyce becomes the second Black Cats manager to be fired this season at some point.
This was a pretty surprising result given that Palace has been in the kind of form where you’d expect them to defeat West Ham at home, but really it’s no surprise when the Irons go on the road and beat a good team this season. When you’ve beaten Arsenal, Liverpool and Manchester City on the road, then a 3-1 result at Selhurst Park doesn’t seem so miraculous. Things might have gone differently for Palace if it weren’t for some immature mistakes by young striker Dwight Gayle, who started this game up top for Alan Pardew. Not only did Gayle take off early on Yohan Cabaye’s 25th minute penalty, forcing Cabaye to beat Adrian a second time from the spot, but he also got two pretty clumsy yellow cards, leaving Palace with 10 men for the entire second half.
West Ham deserve credit, though, because their attacking play was quite good when Dimitri Payet and Manuel Lanzini were invovled. Payet got himself a goal while playing out wide whilst Lanzini, who has now made his move to London permanent, played behind Diafra Sakho and collected a goal and an assist. The Irons now sit fourth in the league behind City, Arsenal and United. That’s some pretty familar company up top. But right behind them? In 5th and 6th sit Leicester and Crystal Palace, neither of whom are accostomed to fighting for Champions League spots. The beauty of this season is that West Ham, Leicester and Palace all look like they have an outside shot of staying in the European picture for the remainder of the season, even though Chelsea are a lock to get back into the mix at some point.
Another 2-0 deficit, another two-goal comeback for Leicester City. For the third time this season, the Foxes erased a two-goal deficit, earning a draw for the second time in such matches. The Saints dominated the first half and notched two goals as both of their centerbacks – Jose Fonte and Virgil van Dijk – scored headers off of set pieces. But once Claudio Ranieri injected his most dangerous player to start the second half, the entire game changed.
Riyad Mahrez and Nathan Dyer came on together after the break and provided Leicester with pace and creativity which they lacked with Shinji Okazaki and Jeffrey Schlupp in their place. Mahrez and Dyer each collected an assist, with both feeding in-form striker Jamie Vardy, who currently leads the league in goals (9) by three over Wijnaldum and Sanchez. The Foxes nearly missed out on securing any points when Vardy just missed a chance to put away a gorgeous ground cross that Mahrez fired into him in the 82nd minute. Luckily for the Foxes, Vardy would make due one minute into stoppage time to earn the draw.
After starting off the season on fire, Swansea haven’t been quite as sharp over their past five games. They’re winless in the past five, dropping away matches to Watford and Southampton and this home tie against Stoke. You could argue that the Swans were the better team in this game, or at least that Stoke didn’t deserve all three points, but a penalty call in the fourth minute allowed Bojan to give Stoke the lead almost from kickoff, and the Potters would park the bus from there.
Swansea could have earned something from this game, but, like Stoke, they were incredibly sloppy with their passing in the midfield, and they didn’t often come close to connecting on final passes that would have created good chances. Then again, Swansea would have at least a point if Jonjo Shelvey’s brilliant effort from a tight angle inside the box had bounced in off the post instead of right back to him. Stoke has now won three games in a row, moving them a few spots above Swansea in the BPL table, which isn’t something I saw coming after the first few weeks.