Showing posts with label Tom Thibodeau. Show all posts
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Friday, May 14, 2021

Banter's 2021 NBA Awards

So, this season existed. 

Yeah, it was rushed. Yeah, it was a bit of shitshow at times. Yeah, this was probably a really dumb year to introduce the modified play-in round. 

But this season existed. And to have done it on the turnaround that the NBA and its players did is something fairly remarkable. 

While all involved deserve a serious kudos – especially the Toronto Raptors, who were forced to effectively spend the entire season on the road – we're here today to honor those who truly stood out. 

Nobody could've blamed a player for having an off year. Between the ongoing pandemic, truncated offseason, and mangled schedule, there existed every plausible reason for someone's head, body, or both to not fully be in the game.

These guys brought it though, and so without further ado, let's hand out the Basketball Banter 2020-21 NBA Awards. Envelopes please...


All-Rookie First Team: LaMelo Ball, Anthony Edwards, Tyrese Haliburton, Saddiq Bey, Immanuel Quickley

All-Rookie Second Team: Jae'Sean Tate, Desmond Bane, Isaiah Stewart, Facundo Campazzo, Cole Anthony


Rookie of the Year - LaMelo Ball, Charlotte Hornets

This Rookie of the Year race brings up two important angles when figuring these awards out. 

The first – and this is of particular importance this year – is how much to dock a player for missed time. Is each game sidelined a greater portion of a shorter season, and thus a greater detriment? Or should we be more lenient on players who had to weather a condensed schedule on next-to-no turnaround under some very weird conditions?

The other is the intangible factor: How much did a player resonate on a level deeper than individual performance? 

LaMelo Ball has missed 21 games of his rookie campaign with a busted wrist, and while he began his leave with what seemed like a bulletproof ROY lead, Anthony Edwards made damn sure the voters at least had a decision on their hands, averaging 23.5 points post-All-Star and loudly raising his career arc to "looks like a superstar".

But Melo was a clear superstar from the get, and remains the superior all-around player after year one. His playmaking was somehow even better than advertised, his scoring more efficient than Edwards', his defense superb for a first-year point guard.

Other things equal, had Melo not been injured or Edwards done this all season, either would have won this award in a landslide, but as it is, the two are painfully close to choose between. 

In the end, it's back to those intangibles. The Hornets had an unprecedented buzz (sorry) about them this season; it was cool to be a Charlotte fan for the first time since Larry Johnson's Mrs. Doubtfire impersonation. And even in a season where Edwards served up several absolutely devastating facials and scoring outbursts, Ball was responsible for many more "wow" moments with his preternatural passing, all while galvanizing a team that massively overachieved in 2021.

Regards To: Anthony Edwards, Tyrese Haliburton, Saddiq Bey

Coach of the Year - Tom Thibodeau, New York Knicks

Another extremely tough award to decide. The margins between Thibodeau and Suns coach Monty Williams are razor-thin.

Both helped rescue franchises from epochs-long droughts of awfulness. Both presided over what will be roughly 8-spot improvements in the conference standings. Both got levels out of their players we didn't know existed, and kept their teams executing with startling consistency.

But several things – back to those intangibles again – give Thibodeau an edge in my books: 

The Suns were already showing signs of being good. Granted, nobody gave them credit as legitimate title contenders before the season, but they were fairly clearly a team on the rise, one accelerated by Chris Paul's acquisition (more on that in a minute). Meanwhile, the Knicks were still supposed to be utter dog shit, entering this season with the league's third-lowest projected win total (more on that in a minute, too).

Paul's arrival in Phoenix gave Williams the closest thing to a player-coach that exists in today's NBA (one whom Monty had already coached, at that) to help permeate the good word to a young team. Paul has arguably the highest basketball IQ in the entire league, housed by a sage veteran with an iron work ethic and OCD-like perfection impulse, who leads by example and has left an indelibly positive imprint on every team he's ever played for. Thibodeau had...Taj Gibson? 

Furthermore, Thibodeau did far more than just turn a bad team around this year. He thwarted almost two full decades of the most thorough organizational incompetence in NBA history. He turned the Knicks from a pariah no star player would touch in the league's biggest market, to a relevant, competitive, proud franchise. In one season. 

If you look at the trajectory of both teams, Thibs should definitely get more of the blame for his squad's dramatic improvement, in a situation that blossomed far less organically. With a race this tight, that means all the difference. 

Regards To: Monty Williams, Quin Snyder, Steve Nash

Sixth Man of the Year - Joe Ingles, Utah Jazz

Another nail-biter, this time between two teammates. What drama! 

Clarkson appeared to have this in the bag mid-season, leading bench players in scoring by a huge margin for a team that, at the time, was capturing all the headlines with one of the most dominant romps in recent NBA history. 

But gradually, a dude from his own locker room started to steal all the momentum, and frankly, I can totally understand why. 

Ingles' game is understated. He looks like more like your kid's Scouts leader than an NBA player, and is possibly the least-flashy player in the league. But god dammit is he ever effective. 

Clarkson scores more, but Ingles is the more well-rounded offensive player. Jingles is a master of subtleties, who executes about as efficiently as any player in the league. He was tenth among all non-PGs in assist-turnover ratio this year, and put up one of the best-shooting seasons in NBA history. 

Ingles is also the superior defender of the two, filling more roles on a Jazz squad that has weathered long absences to both its starting guards. Ingles has thus started 28 of his 65 games, which, while somewhat against the spirit of him being a "sixth man", still leaves him eligible here, and this year of all years, fits the season's narrative all too conveniently. 

Regards To:  Jordan Clarkson, Jalen Brunson, Derrick Rose

Most Improved Player - Julius Randle, New York Knicks

Okay, now after a few photo-finishes, here's one of three awards that wasn't even close. 

Prior to this season, Randle was little more than a driftwood battering ram; a black hole who could outmuscle just about anyone to get to the rack or grab a rebound. But questions about his ability to do other things and contribute to a winning basketball team lingered. 

Well, apparently Randle used the downtime wisely while the Knicks sat the bubble out. 

He came back this season like Rachael Leigh Cook in the second act of She's All That. NBA fans could hardly recognize this dude who was suddenly filling multiple roles – for a Knicks squad that was winning for the first time in eons – on both sides of ball.

Randle took several vital upgrades and incorporated them into his skill set seamlessly. He went from an abhorrent 3-point shooter to an elite one (.277 last year to .415), on a higher volume (3.6 to 5.4), while now actually being defended that far out. In doing so, he became one of the NBA's most dangerous all-around scorers, dropping 24 ppg despite playing on a defense-first squad that sauntered at the NBA's slowest pace.

His assist rate almost doubled, while his turnover rate actually decreased. It was a stunning transformation for a player who had a virtually 1-to-1 assist-turnover ratio a year ago, and shown few glimpses of upside as a playmaker. Randle was fifth among big men in assists per game this year; two of the guys ahead of him (Nikola Jokic and Draymond Green) are arguably the best-passing big men ever, and a third (Domantas Sabonis) is the offspring of the next-likeliest contender to that throne.

And he fucking busted his ass on defense like never before, becoming both an immovable stone in the post and a strong switch/closeout threat on the perimeter. As of May 12, he sits 11th in D-rating and second in D-win shares; no one can be faulted for giving him All-Defense consideration.

Randle's transformation was emblematic of – and a serious catalyst for – the Knicks' amazing surprise season. Spoiler alert: it's not the only Banter hardware he's taking home. 

Regards To: Jerami Grant, Christian Wood, Michael Porter Jr.



All-Defense First Team: G-Ben Simmons, G-Marcus Smart, F-Giannis Antetokounmpo, F-Bam Adebayo, C-Rudy Gobert

All-Defense Second Team: G-Jrue Holiday, G-Mikal Bridges, F-Draymond Green, F-Jimmy Butler, C-Joel Embiid


Defensive Player of the Year - Rudy Gobert, Utah Jazz

Centers are, fundamentally, the backbone of an NBA defense — the foundation within which all other players are rooted. 

Literally the last line of resistance, a center must protect the hoop – the thing their team is trying to keep the ball out of – from not only his own man, but anyone who enters his realm. The center is also usually all-seeing behind the action, able to call out screens, read movements, and shift into help positions.

As such, a good defensive center is critical, and this award's history reflects as much. Since 1990-91, 22 of the 30 Defensive Player of the Year winners have been centers, and only three winners – Kawhi Leonard, Ron Artest and Gary Payton – wouldn't be considered small-ball centers by today's standards. 

Gobert will add to that tally when he inevitably wins his third DPOY in a few weeks. He once again propelled the Jazz to the NBA's best defense, acting as a roaming deterrent to anyone thinking of coming near the basket. Despite fewer players being willing to test him, the Stifle Tower still ranked fourth in block rate, while gobbling up more defensive rebounds than anyone in the league. 

Rudy dominated defensive metrics this year, pulling off the triple crown of leading the NBA in D-win shares, D-rating, and DRPM, the latter of which by an absolutely silly margin.

Much respect to Ben Simmons for lending incredible credence to the over-used "guards all five positions" attribute, but what Gobert did this season was undeniable.

Regards To: Ben Simmons, Giannis Antetokounmpo, Bam Adebayo



All-NBA First Team: G-Stephen Curry, G-Luka Doncic, F-Giannis Antetokounmpo, F-Kawhi Leonard, C-Nikola Jokic

All-NBA Second Team: G-Chris Paul, G-Damian Lillard, F-Julius Randle, F-LeBron James, C-Joel Embiid

All-NBA Third Team: G-James Harden, G-Devin Booker, F-Paul George, F-Jimmy Butler, C-Rudy Gobert


Most Valuable Player - Nikola Jokic, Denver Nuggets 

In the end, this was a landslide.

The sad part is that injuries – an unfortunately common theme in this season's overall narrative – robbed us of what was going to be a truly special MVP race, with LeBron James and Joel Embiid both looking like imposing contenders. Even James Harden tossed his name in the ring after the most un-MVP like start to his season (and resulting trade destination) imaginable. 

But as those dudes all succumbed to a weird season, Jokic steadily drove the Nuggets up the West standings as the team around him rounded into form. Despite the annual ambiguity about the MVP award's context, he served so many tangible definitions of value this season. 

Jokic used to show up to camp lethargic every season, and would take a month or so to play himself into condition. This year, he arrived in the best shape of his life, dropped a 29-point triple double in the season opener, and never looked back. 

Joker kept Denver afloat through early season inconsistency when they, like several other deep bubble runners, lagged out of the gate. He kept them afloat further (assisted by Michael Porter Jr.'s leap) when Jamal Murray tore his ACL at the most horrible time (not that there's ever a good time to tear your ACL). 

The flashy Serb did so by delivering one of the most impactful statistical seasons in NBA history. 
26.5 points on a pristine .647 TS%, 10.8 rebounds and 8.4 assists is the stuff of legend. He swept the league-best mark in basically every major advanced metric, often leading by margins that weren't close at all. 

He even, by some metrics (4th in D-win shares and 6th in DBPM), was among this season's best players on defense. And while suggesting that Jokic is anywhere close to a Top-10 defender is a gross over-appraisal, his conditioning and improved awareness have made him far less of a liability on that end. 

In an era of basketball increasingly defined by “small ball” and “spacing”, Jokic and Embiid are defiantly reminding the league that centers are still relevant, waging a resistance against a major movement with their dominance. 

And, as of writing, Jokic has also played in every single game for Denver this year, which juxtaposed against the injured outcomes of most other contenders, fair or not, makes his impact that much more remarkable. 

In a season defined by unpredictability and absences, he was a consistently unstoppable franchise rock who had by far the best campaign of anyone in the NBA.

Regards To: Joel Embiid, Stephen Curry, Giannis Antetokounmpo

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The 2011 NBA Awards (or at least how they should be)

I wish I could plan an awards show for the NBA. It would kick so much ass.

I'd start by scrapping the voting process, assigning 25% of the vote value to the players, another 25% to the coaches (applying the "other team" rule), and the remaining 50% to media members, pending the results of clinical bias and GED exams (we need to weed out whoever gave Mike Bibby, Sam Cassell and PJ Brown MVP votes). Those who passed would be required to sit at the front of the crowd during a televised ceremony, and hold up their vote as the award is announced, Slam Dunk Contest-style. Everyone's accountable.

Next, rent out some sick Las Vegas venue, the MGM or something, because this is a celebration, and if you're gonna do it big, that's where you go; a bigger party makes for a more entertaining show. The invitation list would be far from exclusive; obviously all the players and staff, owners and friends, relevant celebrities, former players and superfans (I see you Nav Bhatia! ), but let anybody with the dollar who enjoys the game come be a part of it. Make this the biggest fucking party in the World; get Patron and Grey Goose to sponsor, have bars (with waterfalls) everywhere, hire a few roadies under the table to hand out illicit substances in the bathroom, dancing ladies, fireworks, the whole nine. David Stern would fire me immediately.

Obviously, EJ, Kenny and Chuck would host, with Craig Sager roaming the crowd to harass the attendees, contractually obligated to change suits every commercial break.

The show gets set off with a performance from Deadmau5, with Lupe and Kid Cudi on the mic to set a hype mood. TNT's Big 3 are introduced for a brief comedy intro (you know, where the hosts make fun of people in crowd and they pretend to find it funny 'cause they're on TV while throwing a mental hissy-fit) before getting down to business....

The evening's first two awards are given out Miss USA-style to acknowledge the All-Rookie and All-Defense teams, with the players being called onstage for recognition before the nominees get read:

All Rookie - Second Team: G-Greivis Vasquez, Grizzlies; G-Jordan Crawford, Wizards; F- Patrick Patterson, Rockets; F-Paul George, Pacers, C-Greg Monroe, Pistons

First Team: G-John Wall, Wizards; G-Landry Fields, Knicks; F-Blake Griffin, Clippers; F-Ed Davis, Raptors; C-DeMarcus Cousins, Kings

Evelope please, onto the first award...
Rookie of the Year, presented by Tim Duncan and Darko Milicic

Winner: Blake Griffin, LA Clippers
The crowd gives him a hearty, yet subdued ovation; one that's slightly muffled by this award having been decided in December, unlike those that so many of his electric dunks evoked. He calmly struts to the stage and accepts the award with Ray Allen-like class, thanks his teammates, family, fans, God of course (he makes no mention of his coach or owner...), formally apologizes to Gallinari and Mozgov, and tells us he's "just getting started" before popping out the mouthguard and sliding off stage.

As a tribute, Griffin's highlight reel from this season runs, beginning with a few nice finesse plays, building up with some nice transition dunks, and gradually ascending towards his truly humiliating facials (showing live reactions from his victims out in the crowd on a picture-in-picture). The hour of footage might be the most entertaining of the broadcast; it's shame it had to come so early. Oh well, on with the show...

Before DPOY, the All-Defense teams get their due:
Second Team: G- Chris Paul, Hornets; G-Andre Iguodala, Sixers; F-Luol Deng, Bulls; F-Tim Duncan, Spurs; C-Tyson Chandler, Mavs

First Team: G-Dwyane Wade, Heat; G-Rajon Rondo, Celtics; F-Kevin Garnett, Celtics; F-Josh Smith, Hawks; C-Dwight Howard, Magic

Defensive Player of the Year, presented by Bill Russell
Nominees: Kevin Garnett, Boston Celtics; Tyson Chandler, Dallas Mavericks; Josh Smith, Atlanta Hawks; Dwyane Wade, Miami Heat

Winner: Dwight Howard, Orlando Magic
Another landslide winner, Howard's all smiles as he hits the stage, especially giddy to be handed the trophy by the greatest defender who ever lived. He leans in to shake Russell's hand, but is met with an icy grip, and the smile quickly fades from his face as Russ shoots him a scornful glare. They awkwardly man-hug for appearances' sake, when Russ, out-of-touch with technology and unaware that his mic hears every word, whispers "Stop being so f***ing friendly to the other team. They're your enemies. And you know they get the ball back every time you needlessly swat it into the stands right?" Howard seems stunned as they part ways, Russell glaring in disdain over his shoulder as he exits stage right. Dwight, appearing shameful and sheepish for the first time in his life, says nothing and shyly saunters offstage. It's sad, but somewhat appropriate, as Howard quite literally had nobody to thank; he was the Orlando Magic's defense this season.

The mood gets lightened by some uplifting music courtesy Wiz Khalifa and Snoop Dogg, dropping several blunts per song while they move the crowd. The atmosphere immediately improves, which is a nice interlude to the next award;

Most Improved Player, presented by the homeless dude the Cavs hired for their play-by-play
Nominees: Dorrell Wright, Golden State Warriors; LaMarcus Aldridge, Portland Trailblazers; Derrick Rose, Chicago Bulls; Demar DeRozan, Toronto Raptors

Winner: Kevin Love, Minnesota Timberwolves
In a category that had so many worthy contenders, it took something historic to set a guy on the lowly Timberwolves apart. The place goes bananas as K-Love, wearing jeans and a "Numb#rs" t-shirt, also accepts the "Best Unathletic White Guy" and "Unlikely Fantasy Monster" awards. Several posses of nominated players begin fights in the crowd, including Master P and Lil Romeo brawling with Michael Beasley and David Kahn (who actually holds his own, landing a few solid hooks). The beef's understandable; this was a heated category, by far the toughest decision this year, but regardless of how shitty his team was, Love's leap from bench utility guy to franchise player couldn't be ignored.

The next segment honors Javale McGee, the Washington Wizards center who made it to the Dunk Contest with his fearless, irrational, and hilarious forays to the hoop, and almost won the damn thing. The big screen displays his Greatest Hits (most of which are Misses), while R Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly" plays gently. Everybody gets a great laugh, and Craig is of course there to embellish upon every minute of Javale's misery. (I'd be crooked not to admit that this video was entirely my buddy Potter's idea, but it had to be a part of any legitimate tribute to the NBA season)

The next musical interlude comes courtesy of Rihanna, followed by Drake; the two join forces in between for a brief medley of "Whats My Name", during which Drizzy finally breaks down tells her everyone on the planet knows her name and to please shut up.

Sixth Man of the Year, presented by Gary Sinise and Paul Giamatti
Nominees: Jason Terry, Dallas Mavericks; Jamal Crawford, Atlanta Hawks; Marcin Gortat, Orlando Magic/Phoenix Suns; George Hill, San Antonio Spurs

Winner: Lamar Odom, Los Angeles Lakers
In a year many contenders spent lots of time starting for injured teammates, Odom made the most of Andrew Bynum's annual breakdown and was a model of consistency and hard work on a Lakers' supporting cast that fluctuated all season. He's (naturally) accompanied to the stage by Ms. Kardashian (who manages to snag half the camera time), and tries to get a few thank-yous out, but has a hard time keeping a straight face amid a downpour of perfume-commercial-related verbal barbs from some buddies out in the crowd.

The mood then turns somber for a tribute to those we've lost since last season: John Wooden, Manute Bol, Lorenzen Wright, Mel Turpin, Shaquille O'Neal... a moving couple of minutes.

Coach of the Year, presented by Gene Hackman and Samuel L. Jackson
Nominees: Gregg Popovich, San Antonio Spurs; Doug Collins, Philadelphia 76ers; George Karl, Denver Nuggets; Nate McMillan, Portland Trailblazers

Winner: Tom Thibodeau, Chicago Bulls
Thibodeau is curiously absent from the ceremony (rumored to be studying Lakers game tape), so Bulls GM John Paxson accepts the award on his behalf: "Landing Tom was a miracle for us; needless to say he worked out a little better than our last coach. He took a talented bunch of players and brought out the best in all of them, adjusted through injuries to key guys, and kept them focused on a goal that exceeded all our expectations. In his first year on the job." Couldn't have said it better.

Prior to the MVP, the All-NBA teams get some respect, being introduced in an All-Star starter-type spectacle with Kanye and Jeezy dropping "Amazing":
Third Team: G-Russell Westbrook, Thunder; G-Rajon Rondo, Celtics; F-Pau Gasol, Lakers; F-LaMarcus Aldridge, Blazers; C-Al Horford, Hawks

Second Team: G-Chris Paul, Hornets; G-Kobe Bryant, Lakers; F-Kevin Durant, Thunder; F-Kevin Garnett, Celtics; C-Amare Stoudemire, Knicks

First Team: G-Dwyane Wade, Heat; G-Derrick Rose, Bulls; F-Lebron James, Heat; F- Dirk Nowitzki, Mavs; C-Dwight Howard, Magic

The stage then clears for the moment everyone's been waiting for...

MVP, presented by Michael Jordan and Charlie Sheen
Nominees: Dwight Howard, Orlando Magic; LeWyane Jade, Miami Heat; Dirk Nowitzki, Dallas Mavericks

Winner: Derrick Rose, Chicago Bulls
As Rose, the youngest MVP ever; clearly humbled by this honor, gets up to accept, a highly inebriated Stan Van Gundy rushes the stage and attempts to steal the trophy, screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs while security removes him. After the brief interruption, Rose says all the right things and leaves to the clicheed "MVP!" chant from the crowd; only this time its legitimacy resonates much deeper. "Why not me?" he asked back in November; seemed crazy at the time, but he backed up every bit of it; his entire team rode his swagger and poise all the way to the East's #1 seed, while he created most of their offense and played out of his mind when they needed him the most; whether during injuries to key guys or against their toughest opponents. The "rose is all in" adidas ads that have been running all night are no joke, he gave the Bulls an incredible season.

The evening concludes with David Stern making a surprise appearance onstage, thanking the fans for their ongoing support, and announcing that there won't be a lockout next season. Or at least that's how it should be.