Friday, April 28, 2017

Ball 'Til You Fall

This should be about Lonzo Ball.


One of the top prospects in what's touted as a blockbuster draft class; a rangy offensive maestro with A-list court vision and fundamentals (questionable short form notwithstanding).

Instead, we're talking about his father. Why? For a plethora of reasons, but mostly two:

1. LaVar Ball is completely unavoidable
2. LaVar Ball is completely misguided.

The Asshole Sports Parent can take many forms: from the ones who work their kids too hard, to those who yell at coaches and referees, or can't even sit and enjoy a game without committing a violent felony.

But in LaVar Ball, the nefarious concept has reached its zenith: an insufferable omnipresence of ignorance and bellicosity that - like most Asshole Sports Parents - is annoying everyone within earshot and damaging his child's experience.Only his is a national audience, with millions of dollars at stake.

Word broke yesterday that the NBA's powerhouse shoe companies - Nike, Adidas and Under Armour - weren't interested in signing Ball; an unheard-of affront to an elite draft prospect.

The variable in this instance was LaVar's moronic insistence that his Big Baller (sweet name bro) brand of apparel be licensed by whichever company signed Lonzo. In a typical LaVar-ian response, the Ball patriarch unleashed an amusing assortment of sound bytes that suggest a limited business acumen:

"We're looking for co-branding, a true partner. But they're not ready for that because they're not used to that model. But hey, the taxi industry wasn't ready for Uber, either."

"Just imagine how rich Tiger [Woods], Kobe [Bryant], Serena [Williams], [Michael] Jordan and LeBron [James] would have been if they dared to do their own thing"
"When Facebook bought WhatsApp for $19 billion, those guys weren't profitable"


The verbal miscues were nothing new for LaVar, who's firmly crammed his foot in his mouth at every possible opportunity since rising to fame along with his talented offspring:

He's declared that Lonzo was, right now, better at basketball than Stephen Curry.

He's hypothesized that the NBA will be easier for Lonzo than the college game was. 

He pulled the clicheed Championship Guarantee for Lonzo's UCLA squad, then after his son was eviscerated by fellow lottery pick De'Aaron Fox in the elimination game, blamed the Bruins' loss on their "slow white guys".

He's done just about everything verbally possible to scar his family's reputation in the basketball community, drawing the ire of everyone from Nike executive George Raveling (who called him "the worst thing to happen to basketball in 100 years") to actor/hoops junkie Michael Rapaport (who called him a "bullying soccer mom"), and just about everyone in between. 

LaVar's litany of borderline-senile assertions has stolen the spotlight from its rightful holder: Lonzo's basketball ability. His intent of benefitting his family through relentless attempts to raise their brand's profile, is woefully misguided.

Big Baller may have been a viable name on the AAU circuit and in high-school PTA fundraisers, but LaVar was completely deluded to think he could strong-arm the sport's three biggest apparel giants into co-opting his backyard brand on his terms. Apparently they also felt that way.

This was perhaps the first sign of tangible detriment that LaVar has caused. Lonzo is now going to have several million fewer dollars in his pocket next year, unless one of the market's underlings - with vastly inferior budgets - is willing to pony up a similar offer. If you've seen the Balls' cushy Chino Hills digs, you know they're not exactly hard up for the money, but this was still coin that Lonzo earned and deserved. Being robbed of it by his dad's self-aggrandizing is unacceptable.

It also sets a frightening precedent for an NBA career that hasn't even started yet. How many other potential endorsers could be put off by LaVar's style? How many already have been? How many agents are going to deal with his bullshit? How many coaches or owners won't even want to try? LaVar's clearly stubborn enough to push the envelope with anyone, and demonstrated an inability to recognize its effect on his children.

I could go on at length about why LaVar needs to be silenced, if only to preserve the sanity of legions 
of basketball fans who already can't fucking stand this guy. But the situation goes well beyond those motives. LaVar needs to be silenced because he is legitimately disrupting an opportunity his sons have worked their entire lives for. We need to stop giving him the attention he so regularly and desperately seeks.


Now, I realize that I'm implicit in this LaVar media frenzy, merely by taking the time to write this. But I'm a fan condemning him on a sparsely-read blog. I'm not a major media outlet probing him for the latest bit of click-bait nonsense, then plastering him all over the front page. His influence should be nipped in the bud, but because ridiculous sells, he's become one of basketball's most talked-about entities.


So, as basketball fans, as internet-surfing information seekers, hell as generally decent human beings, I implore you, please, start ignoring LaVar Ball. The next time you see a link to something ridiculous he's said, just pass it by. Is it really news at this point? You know the man's willing to say anything to draw attention to himself, and that the momentary hilarity it delivers can't outweigh the damage it could do - hell, is already doing - to his sons and their dream.


This isn't about growing the family business. This is about inking with the world's biggest companies. This is about playing in the NBA. This is about Lonzo Ball.


Hopefully his dad can get the hint. 

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Banter's 2017 NBA Awards


Today marks the final stanza in a chaotic, indecisive and statistically hyperbolic NBA regular season. Uncertainty and disbelief were abound:"Can Joel Embiid please stay healthy?", "When will it click for the T-Wolves?", "Which PED did the Heat start taking?", "What is Rob Hennigan's endgame?", "How many times can Draymond Green kick someone in the junk?", "How long until a Kings fan assassinates Vivek Ranadive?"...The questions were endless.

True to form, this year's awards races were also highly nebulous. One award's would-be landslide winner fell victim to a technicality, four were contested battles among numerous worthy contenders, and a final one - the most important - required literally hair-splitting four historic individual seasons.

Let's try and make sense of the madness, with Banter's 2017 NBA Awards:

ALL ROOKIE TEAMS
First: G-Malcolm Brogdon, G-Buddy Hield, F-Dario Saric, F-Marquese Chriss, C-Joel Embiid
Second: G-Jamal Murray, G-Tyler Ulis, F-Jaylen Brown, F- Rodney McGruder, C-Willy Hernangomez



ROOKIE OF THE YEAR: DARIO SARIC 

Joel Embiid created the ultimate awards conundrum this year, putting forth a historic rookie season, only to have it cut short by a minutes restriction, and ultimately a torn meniscus. Embiid's health was the room's proverbial elephant well before he was drafted, a scenario that's only underscored now that he's proven himself a generational talent.

The cold reality is that I simply can't in good conscience give an award to a guy who barely played in a third of the season's games, regardless of how sensational he was in that time.

While few other rookies stepped forward to make a legit ROY claim, Dario Saric gave the Sixers plenty of hope for the future after Embiid went down. While he's struggled with his shot from distance, Saric is clearly a crafty-passing, multi-gifted threat who the Sixers can count as a core piece now that #TheProcess has begun to build. That the rest of the rookie class was so weak only makes him stand out more.

Regards To: Joel Embiid, Malcolm Brogdon
Preseason Pick: Joel Embiid (if only...)

SIXTH MAN OF THE YEAR: JAMES JOHNSON

Up until this season, Johnson had spent his career flashing obvious skill and athleticism, but bouncing from team-to-team amid nebulous character and discipline issues. Few outsiders knew exactly why he pissed off every coach, but it was clear that given the opportunity, he could be a valuable addition to an NBA rotation.

Said opportunity came this year when the Heat were seemingly lottery-bound, and stud swing defender Justise Winslow went down for the year. With nothing to lose, Erik Spoelstra tossed Johnson major minutes off the pine.

Shedding a visible amount of his bulk, Johnson was still mean as ever, though noticeably quicker off the dribble and on re-jumps. Not only did Bloodsport uphold his reputation as a defensive wrecking ball, but became a multi-faceted scoring threat, secondary ball-handler, and crunch-time staple for the surging Heat. His 13/5/3.5/1/1 line came on 48% shooting with a top-20 defensive rating. Not sexy, but damn effective.

He brought a wider array of assets off the bench than anyone not named Andre Iguodala, playing a crucial role in the Heat's midseason miracle. Also an outside contender for MIP, Johnson's unlikely explosion couldn't have happened for a more appropriate team.

Regards To: Zach Randoph, Eric Gordon, Andre Iguodala, Greg Monroe, Lou Williams
Preseason Pick: Brandon Knight (possibly drunk at the time)

MOST IMPROVED PLAYER: GIANNIS ANTETOKOUNMPO


2016-17 was the year of the Greek Freakout; an explosion of cataclysmic magnitude which had been observed on the horizon for years, but whose breadth was not fully understood at the time.

Instead of making the leap to NBA All-Star this year - the toughest leap to make as a basketball player - he leapfrogged to legit fringe MVP candidate.

The Freak may have hinted at this production after his move to point guard late last season, but having all his pieces come together this well, so soon, is transcendent. Giannis is about to finish Top 20 league-wide in points, rebounds, steals, blocks and field goal%, top-25 in assists, and his advanced stats portfolio has skyrocketed among the NBA's best.

What he did this year was nothing short of versatility history, and devastating for the rest of the league, knowing they'll be fed a steady diet of Antetokounmpo Stew for the next decade-plus. Leading a playoff team in all five "popcorn stat" categories at 22, a typical Giannis sequence can see him covering the stereotypical roles of all five positions. The guy does literally everything but shoot (even going from "god-awful" to merely "sub-par" in that department).

His rapid ascent is the only reason the Bucks weren't already dead in the water once Khris Middleton returned and resurrected their defense. When Giannis' shot arrives, it's all over for the rest of us.

Regards To: Nikola Jokic, Otto Porter, Myles Turner, Rudy Gobert, Bradley Beal
Preseason Pick: Myles Turner (not far off)

COACH OF THE YEAR: ERIK SPOELSTRA

This was supposed to be a down year in Miami. Hell, as recently as mid-January when the Heat were 20 games below .500 and about to punt the season's remainder for better draft position, it was a down year.

But then alchemist Erik Spoelstra engineered an imaginative and massively unlikely turnaround, weaving a rag-tag bunch of castaways and no-namers into one of the NBA's hottest teams. Miami is 28-11 since the season's midway point, their entire roster playing above expectations, and even at that greater than the sum of their parts.

Spo dramatically flipped this team's identity on both sides of the ball at a juncture where nobody could've blamed him for rolling over and playing dead. He was inventive enough to craft free-wheeling, 3-bombing lineups from a scrapheap, motivating journeymen like the aforementioned Johnson, noted headcase Dion Waiters and perpetually lost Wayne Ellington to play out of their minds with unprecedented consistency.

He did more with less than any coach in the NBA this year, did so seemingly overnight, on the fly mid-season, and as legendary competitor Pat Riley prepared to raise the white flag. In an award race that values an abstract variety of accomplishments, Spo's resonate loudest.

Regards To: Gregg Popovich, Mike D'Antoni, Scott Brooks, Brad Stevens
Preseason Pick: Quin Snyder (valiant effort)

ALL-DEFENSE TEAMS
First: G-Chris Paul, G-Tony Allen, F-Kawhi Leonard, F-Draymond Green, C-Rudy Gobert
Second: G-Patrick Beverley, G-Andre Roberson, F-Giannis Antetokounmpo, F-Anthony Davis, C-Hassan Whiteside


DEFENSIVE PLAYER OF THE YEAR: DRAYMOND GREEN 

There was only so much holding him back. After losing this award narrowly to Kawhi Leonard in back-to-back seasons, it was finally Draymond's turn this year, and not because of some reputation nod (which should hold no governance over any award).

Draymond Green was the most versatile, disruptive, and simply best defender in the NBA this season, crushing the widespread preseason doubts about the Warriors' D. Instead of crumble, Golden State was within a hair of the league's best defensive rating all season, and Green was the glue holding it all together.

He defends all five positions at an elite level, able to switch effortlessly in pick-and-rolls, thus rendering the NBA's most common offensive weapon useless against him. His name is plastered at or near the top of every advanced defensive metric, and he joins Giannis Antetokounmpo as the only players to rack up both 100 blocks & steals.

Early on, the Warriors' surprise success on D was falsely attributed to Kevin Durant's increased effectiveness, a fallacy laid bare when he missed over a month without their D-rating budging an inch. Draymond was the difference all year, making this award undeniably his.

Regards To: Rudy Gobert, Kawhi Leonard, Anthony Davis 
Preseason Pick: Draymond Green (bullseye)

ALL-NBA TEAMS
First: G-Russell Westbrook, G-James Harden, F-LeBron James, F-Kawhi Leonard, C-Anthony Davis

Second: G-Steph Curry, G-John Wall, F-Giannis Antetokounmpo, F-Jimmy Butler, C-Marc Gasol
Third: G-Chris Paul, G- Isaiah Thomas, F-Kevin Durant, F-Draymond Green, C-Rudy Gobert 


MOST VALUABLE PLAYER: RUSSELL WESTBROOK

Westbrook just put forth a one-man act of destruction unlike any the NBA has ever seen (ball-hogging and stat-padding accusations notwithstanding).

He dragged one of the shallowest and least-proven rosters in the NBA to a 6-seed, for a franchise his re-signing directly rescued from a crippling rebuild (talk about value).

He led the league in scoring at a clip bested only three times in the past 20 years. To boot, he posted a better assist % than the assists per game leader, with whom he just happens to be tangling for this award.

He was the epitome of the eye test, a dizzying blur of perpetual motion who loomed with omnipresence; equal parts Bugatti Veyron and nuclear warhead.

He was beyond clutch in a litany of close calls, single-handedly winning innumerable games, like his much-fabled triumphs in Orlando and Denver.

As you perhaps have heard, he averaged a season-long triple double, breaking what was long thought to be among pro sports' untouchable records.

And he absolutely decimated some of the NBA's most valued advanced metrics this year, not only leading the league, but doing so by margins that weren't close at all (per Basketball Reference):



Westbrook also shattered the NBA's all-time Usage % record this season, or in layman's terms, the Thunder leaned on him more than any single team did a player in league history. While some might argue if it was for better or worse, a variety of statistics tell us OKC would have been completely fucked without him.

Westbrook did everything for a team that was only even remotely competitive because he did everything for them. History has predicated that the MVP must come from a top-3 team, but in a season where individual performances made an absolute mockery of historical precedent; this award should do the same. Ball-hogging and all.

Regards To: James Harden, LeBron James, Kawhi Leonard
Preseason Pick: Kawhi Leonard (so close, yet so far)