Brief thoughts on the NBA draft
First, by the numbers:
Number of chili dogs consumed by the bloggist: 4.
Number of quarts of Gatorade consumed by the bloggist: 2.
Number of pages of hastily scrawled notes: 3.
Number of times I re-checked the spelling of Minnesota's pick at #57 (Loukas Mavrokefalidis) : 3.
Time, in hours, elapsed from pick #1 to pick #60: 4.5
Number of trades involving the Portland Trailblazers: 6, although I may have lost count.
It's all in the numbers...don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
As expected, the NBA draft was a convoluted affair. My predicted top 5 wasn't really close unless you factor in the bizarre trades the Trailblazers made. I misjudged Mr. 23 and thought that Charlotte wouldn't draft Adam Morrison. That meant that Rudy Gay enjoyed a slippery slide to #8, where Houston drafted him and promptly shipped him to Memphis for Shane Battier.
The big winners tonight were Chicago and Portland. Chicago was able to get Tyrus Thomas, along with Viktor Khryapa and future considerations for the privilege of picking LaMarcus Aldridge for Portland. They also picked up a nice player in Thabo Sefolosha a 6'7" forward who pulled out of last year's draft. San Antonio was hoping to grab him last year and keep him percolating in Europe for a year or two. Like Charles Barkley said when Tony Parker was drafted...I don't know who he is but if the Spurs are drafting him he's probably pretty good. Portland, despite their dizzying trades, wound up getting a lot younger and a lot smarter, with guards who can flourish under Nate McMillan's tutelage.
The big loser was definitely (and this cannot really be a surprise) the New York Knicks. I thought Stephen A. Smith was going to burst something sensitive and bodily important when the Knicks picked Renaldo Balkman at #20. Jay Bilas just seemed disgusted. The interaction between those two was quite comical, and was almost worth the mental trauma of enduring the entire draft.
The biggest question mark had to belong to the Phoenix Suns. Perhaps I'll need the full canvas of an empty blog post to fully examine what the Suns are doing. Essentially, Phoenix traded their entire draft for a future #1 and a future #2. I understand that the Suns are salary taxed, and do not want to add guaranteed contracts. They dumped off Brian Grant's $4.5M contract (which was going into it's last year anyway) and I'm not sure what else they gained out of it. However, Phoenix's gimmick is what's causing them to overpay their players and will cost them in the very near future. Sure, Amare Stoudamire is the real deal, but I think the rest of the lineup is severely overpaid (Steve Nash only less overpaid..he's worth high dollars because he's good, but his age is or should be a worry) and they are obviously worried that other teams will poach their talents. I know it's somewhat of a leap to make that claim, since we can only point to inept teams like the Knicks (where Quentin Richardson did not come anywhere close to putting up his Phoenix numbers) and the Hawks (can we really count on seeing any player's full potential as long as they're Hawks?) but if anyone tells you Boris Diaw would put up those numbers anywhere else, they're either stupid, intellectually dishonest, or Isiah Thomas. I propose that NBA fans and pundits should put a 25% premium on stats built while playing in that junkball system. Until proven otherwise, I think when you look at a Phoenix player's states, discount them by 25% to see what they'd be under normal circumstances.
This definitely merits more consideration. That will have to come later, though...this is about the NBA Draft, damn it!
The coverage was mildly entertaining. If I never see anyone sit at that table with Stuart Scott, I will be completely fine with it, especially when it comes to speaking to players whose first language is most assuredly not English. It's completely unfair to the viewing public to be put through that. And I won't even suggest that Stuart Scott's first language isn't English.
The crowd at the MSG theater was vocally present in so many ways. They energetically booed the mention of the WNBA's New York franchise, and especially the fact that New York is hosting the WNBA All Star game. However, the true weirdness happened towards the end of the first round. Dan Patrick wanted some first round analysis from Dick Vitale (thankfully, ESPN let him have his Duke moment when Shelden Williams went at #5, and we didn't have to watch him towel off) and Vitale started pimping the upcoming college basketball season, and then proclaimed that he was 67 years old, and it was bedtime, and he needed his oatmeal and cookies and then he was going to bed. A startled and confused Dan Patrick said "But Dick, the draft isn't over. We'll need you for the second round." and Vitale responded with a Benny Hill-esque salute and left.
As the cameras waited for the beginning of the second round, the crowd chanted "We Want Russ!" Sadly, David Stern came out...but wait! He introduced Russ Granik, deputy commissioner of the NBA, to a chorus of cheers and those masks-on-a-stick featuring Russ's visage. Russ came out triumphantly to thunderous cheers, and to EMF's "Unbelievable" pumping over the PA system. I wish I was making that up. It was truly bizarre and amusing. Russ seemed humbled and a little weirded out by the whole thing, and I must say, I concur.
There will be more analysis on the actual draft workings, but with the number of trades involved, it'll take a while to sort it all out. Expect a team-by-team review of the draft in the coming days.
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