Maloof is a State of Mind.

When reports began to surface that the Sacramento Kings were pursuing Detroit Pistons forward Josh Smith – the mercurial, handsomely-paid forward who has endured trade rumors for most of his waking career, and who continually seems to be fighting against himself to determine what, exactly, his precise skillset is — I threw my arms up in the air, and grinned widely. “Maloof is a state of mind!” I said to anyone who would listen, dancing impishly about the room, tweeting hate with reckless abaondon. “Maloof is a state of mind! Maloof is a state of mind!” Luckily, I was in my own abode, all alone with my ear-piercing blasphemy. A more respectful fan would probably offer hard stares and tightly pressed lips were they to hear my gleeful exultation over yet another head-scratcher from the powers that be in the 916. It’s not Maloof, you dummy, their faces would say, contorted with ugliness and annoyance. It’s Vivek Ranadive. It’s a brand new era. 

On paper, it’s hard to disagree with that overly-defensive straw man (of my own creation), feeling strangely defensive about a professional basketball team. Vivek Ranadive, the team’s majority owner, isn’t a Maloof, glistening unnaturally in the sun, a screen-printed t-shirt stretched to the limit across an expansive midsection. Neither is Pete D’Alessandro, the team’s GM, nor is Michael Malone, the team’s head coach. This is an old hat with a new head, trying to show how to properly wear a bowler that had been neglected for years, long overdue for a jaunty stroll in the sun. Yet, they go about wearing that old hat in a strange new way, conjuring images of a more abusive stewardship, complete with $6000 combo meals from Carl’s Jr., and drafts more focused on making headlines than finding true cornerstones. In addition to their pursuit of Josh Smith — and the three years, $40.5 million dollars left on his contract — the Kings opted to pay free agent point guard Darren Collison three years, $16 million to become their starter, and sent Isaiah Thomas (who was slated for a payday after a 20-and-6 season for a bad team) to a division rival. They drafted Michigan combo guard Nik Stauskas, even though they drafted their shooting guard of the future in Ben McLemore last year. They let it be known that they wanted to keep brick-laying small forward Rudy Gay around for the long-term. And perhaps most importantly, their arena is being held up by a citizen’s action group, threatening financial losses for the team’s owners, and conjuring doubt among many outside of Sacramento that this thing is actually going to get done, and that this situation — broken and shattered for nearly a decade — will be made whole, finally, once again. It is this stumble-trip of an offseason that allows me to chortle that “Maloof is a state of mind,” even though the pieces, players, and prospects are purportedly much different than before.

Now, stating doom and gloom in July is admittedly premature, and dare I say, rather un-Diss-like. Summer league isn’t even over yet, and regular season rosters are months away from being finalized. Moreover, linking a learning-on-the-job new ownership group to a stodgy-and-distant old ownership group is an analytic pitfall, seeing as how fortunes can change relatively quickly, and feet can be crammed violently into once-proud mouths. Ranadive’s old compatriots in Oakland, Golden State Warriors owners Joe Lacob and Peter Guber, can attest to this firsthand, and indeed, Vivek seems to be modeling their plan towards sustainable competitiveness. Certainly, the cacophonous boos issued by Warriors fans shortly after the Monta Ellis-Andrew Bogut swap imply that sometimes it’s best to wait and see what happens, rather than react in the heat of the moment. A more invested fan would likely advise patience, and offer some time-tested euphemisms to explain away the suck. Rome wasn’t built in a day, they might muse, or perhaps even more sternly inform me that patience is a virtue, you asshole. The point would be the same: give this team, this ownership group, and this front office some time, and things might get better.

But alas, it is the continuing puzzlement emanating from California’s lovely capitol city that allows me to elevate the Maloofs — and by extension, a certain quality of “Maloofness” present in everything and every person in the Kings organization — to a different astral plane altogether, and label them as a state of mind. For a state of mind isn’t simply held by the organization. Rather, it is shared by everyone who interacts with the organization, from the players on the court, to the fans in the seats, to the critics ALLCAPS-ing pithy internet critiques on blogs and social media sites. Simply put, it’s the idea that the team doesn’t actually have the wherewithal to make the damn thing work, to make the pieces finally fit together. It’s the perception that a group of individuals are not enough to change a general ethos attached to a particular person, place or thing, and that that proper noun in question is doomed to repeat the mistakes it made in the past, albeit in different forms or fashions. When a backup point guard is signed as a starter, and another projected backup combo guard is drafted — even though the team already had a backup-as-a-starter guard who is more talented than the one they just signed, and already had a backup who looked pretty good last season — the link is easy to make. When the team pursues players that no one else wanted, and who sat on a trading block for nearly three calendar years because no team could fully convince themselves that they actually wanted this guy, the link is easy to make. And, sadly, when an arena fails to go up as quickly as promised, and grumbling over “citizen action groups” and “projected financial losses” begins to make their way into the headlines, memories of penny-pinching, restive municipal politics and backroom haggling present themselves unpleasantly, once again. Indeed, in those moments, Maloof is a state of mind, hovering like thick fog over a vast agricultural landscape.

While making a bad team good is far from an exact science, there are some general features that can be observed, and taken into account when considering other case studies focused on the same goals. For the purpose of this conversation, observing the Memphis Grizzlies — a team of similar stature playing in the same conference — is a useful exercise. A 2010 TrueHoop interview with Aaron Barzilai, the current director of analytics with the Philadelphia 76ers who at the time was a quantitative analyst for the Grizzlies, lends some clues into how a bad team in a small market can become good. The answer isn’t revolutionary; it’s common sense. Barzilai states that getting good is “a combination of everyone improving, and the team [playing] well as a unit” as well as an understanding that the team has to “play [their] starters a lot.” Over time, “the strengths complement one another,” and the team becomes good enough to compete. “I don’t know if we’re quite elite yet, but definitely in the top half of the League,” Barzilai says about the 2010 Grizz, who ended up finishing just short of the playoffs, but who haven’t missed the postseason since, and have qualified for a Western Conference Finals — their first in franchise history — in 2013.

However, it’s important to remember that while common sense fortified the creature, its creation was a strange mix of luck, skill, patience and shrewdness. The Grizzlies had to wait for Mike Conley and Marc Gasol to develop. They had to invest (for a short time) in a coach like Lionel Hollins to construct a system of accountability and skill acquisition. They had to convince key role players like Tony Allen to come aboard. And perhaps most importantly, they had to acquire Zach Randolph when his stock was low, and create an environment for him to be successful. They did these things, and now they are who they are. The late Robert Heisley — at that point, mostly lambasted for trading Pau Gasol for seemingly nothing — went from zero to hero among NBA circles, and with him went his Grizzlies. And though it is certainly too early to tell — Smoove is still a Piston, after all — the shooting from a frontline featuring Rudy Gay, DeMarcus Cousins and Josh Smith doesn’t carry the same gravitas as their counterparts in Memphis, nor the same potential upside.

At this point, the question seems to be: can the same thing that happened in Memphis with the Grizzlies in Sacramento with the Kings? Can the gritty magic of the Grizz be replicated in California’s Central Valley, where orchards lay lazily across the landscape, and the sun beats down unkindly upon government servants and migrant workers alike? Can DeMarcus Cousins take another step upwards, get out of his own head, and become a Z-Bo figure for his city; a rallying point who exemplifies what, exactly, Kings basketball is, and what it will always be, from 1985 to forever? Can Michael Malone buck the trend among most first-time head coaches, and show enough progress to stick around with the team for the longterm? Can the front office figure out what to do with its positional logjams, and turn superfluous pieces into legitimate assets. Can Sacramento become a place to empower and teach, and become a legitimate destination where coveted free agents choose to sign? Can the ghosts of the Maloofs finally leave the land, and leave to haunt some other terrified polity, to ruin their own state of mind?

As rumors linking them to Josh Smith — scowling, drifting, and chucking his way to an unfortunate “overpaid and overrated” label — it’s hard to see how to break this troubling state of mind, held strangely by the team, their fans, and everyone trying to figure out what, exactly, is going on there.

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Extreme Player Movement is the NBA’s Fantasy Football

One of the contributors to the chokehold the NFL has as America’s favorite sport is fantasy football. Give or take a couple of million depending upon the source, somewhere around 30 MILLION people play fantasy football. The combination of almost all game broadcasts being available over-the-air and tens of millions of fans having some sort of stake in nearly every one of them has led to a ratings bonanza and a television contracts worth $7 billion annually. There’s even a (pretty good!) television show about fantasy football. It is tightly integrated within the sport, with NFL.com hosting leagues and hiring fantasy reporters, and broadcasts frequently mentioning the sport.

Rightfully so, fantasy basketball isn’t nearly as popular. Rosters need to be updated multiple times a week and the season runs for almost six months, whereas in fantasy football rosters are only updated weekly for four months. The various scoring systems are all complex, requiring you to know players’ field goal, free throw and three-point percentages, as well as a host of other statistics, whereas in fantasy football you just need to know who scores touchdowns and gets a bunch of yards. Fantasy football is a fun game requiring a small time commitment that anybody can understand. Fantasy basketball is…not.

But what the NBA has stumbled upon, somewhat accidentally I think, is the real life version of fantasy sports with its free agency and draft period. The Collective Bargaining Agreement (CBA), signed in 2011, limits the lengths of contracts, meaning good players are on the market more frequently. A combination of this, the CBA’s harsh penalties for teams that exceed the salary cap, and a smarter crop of executives means more teams are carving out the requisite cap space to try and make a splash in free agency. Stars and their sidekicks are also seemingly willing to take below rate contracts, meaning even more teams are in the market to pay for their services. There are more teams with more money chasing a larger and deeper pool of players.

The result of this confluence is that the NBA has dominated the last three months of the sports calendar. It has always dominated May and part of June because of the Conference and NBA Finals, but the Donald Sterling saga and dynamite first round in the Western Conference meant that period began even earlier, and the draft and free agency has led most sports websites for the last month without a game even being played. Encouraging for the NBA, none of the factors that led to this can’t be repeated next year and into perpetuity.

In fact, this will be repeated, at least for the next few offseasons. LeBron James signed a two-year contract with an opt-out next year. Kevin Durant will be a free agent in 2016, and his hometown Washington Wizards just hired his high school coach, supposedly to soften the ground for an attempt to sign him. With the influx of a tsunami of television money in either 2016 or 2017 coming down the pipe, this isn’t going to slow down anytime soon.

Even better, the intensity of offseason movement isn’t something that the NFL, the NBA’s biggest competitor for eyeballs throughout the first three months of the season, can match, because player movement just isn’t as important in the NFL.

There are only around 450 NBA players, and only five from one team on the court at a given time, compared to the 1696 and 11 of the NFL. Even the best football player’s only play half the game, and with the possible exception of quarterbacks, no one player can influence the game nearly as much as an NBA player. The worst team in the NFL could sign the best quarterback and still probably wouldn’t make the playoffs; LeBron James just went to one of the worst teams in the NBA and they’re the odds-on favorite to win the 2015 NBA Finals.

The NFL also has more mechanisms (like the franchise tag) to hang onto the best players. You only see them occasionally pop up in free agency and almost never in trades, whereas within the last year or two nearly every single one of the biggest basketball stars has been traded or a free agent. This feeding frenzy that interests and gives hope to 29 fanbases across the country (sorry Philadelphia) isn’t something that is repeatable in the NFL without a serious overhaul of how the sport works.

For years I have wanted the NBA to either start attacking the NFL head-to-head and trying to siphon off fans, or to bow out of the competition altogether. But in creating a system that leads to a consistently bananas, month-long news cycle, the NBA has managed to bolster its popularity without having to decide how to compete with the NFL just yet.

The league would be wise not to screw this up if the CBA does indeed come up for negotiation in 2017. Given its history, however, I’m not holding my breath.

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Your Annotated Smartphone Bathroom Reader for Tuesday, July 15th, 2014.

Last two posts on the Diss are bathroom readers? Yep, must be July.

Dream Role
Kate Fagan
ESPN

I was watching the Clippers play summer league the other day, and was surprised to see a woman on the bench, working with the coaching staff, drawing up plays and getting into Delonte West’s ear. This piqued my interest; who was this woman whom I had never seen before? This woman is Natalie Nakasi, who has spent the last year of her life working as a do-it-all intern for the Los Angeles Clippers. In this longer piece, we learn that there’s much more to Nakasi than just her dream — to coach in the NBA — and that her story is a fascinating, engrossing one. Nakasi, a former Division I basketball player for UCLA, has made her mark as one of the hardest-working young coaches in the NBA, after having coached overseas, and having turned down several jobs that would brand her as a “women’s coach.” Seeing where she came from is fascinating, and given her acumen, it only seems like a matter of time before she latches on permanently with a coaching staff. I enjoyed learning more about this prospective NBA coach, and hope that she shatters one of the strongest glass ceilings in American professional sports.

Splitting the Basketball Atom
Seth Partnow
Nylon Calculus

Now that the Hardwood Paroxysm Network (HP Network) has filled the void that the TrueHoop Network used to occupy, I’m getting used to old faces writing in new places, under a new(ish) banner. I was not surprised to see Seth Partnow join in on the act. Partnow — who is known in basketblogging circles as a writer who is as sharp as he is prolific — delivers a real whammy of an introductory piece for Nylon Calculus, the HP Network’s site based on analytics and advanced stats. In his opening piece, Partnow goes long(form), and provides the reader with a comprehensive overview of where basketball scientists stand in their quest to metaphorically split the basketball atom, and really delve into the building blocks of how the game happens on a nightly basis. Partnow’s analysis is full of stuff to chew on, including the various forms of technology being employed to better understand the game, and the ways that technology is used by its creators, as well as its clients. In the analysis, a central theme emerges (at least for me, a guy who doesn’t know too much about stats): that while technology has made leaps and bounds, the humans that use it are just as, well, human as they’ve ever been, in that they know this stuff is useful, but they’re not really sure what for yet. This provided an interesting look into where we stand in terms of breaking down the game into its smallest parts — even though I think that pursuit is, in the end, meaningless.

Who Actually Got the LeBron James Scoop?
Kevin Draper
Deadspin

Yes, a familiar face, at a not-so-familiar-place. The Diss’ co-editor “Detective” Kevin Draper gets his reportage on with Deadspin, and does what he does best: provide an autopsy explaining who, exactly, broke the LeBron James story. Draper’s investigation takes us to an unlikely face: Chris Sheridan, the former ESPN news-breaker, who has fallen largely out of the spotlight in recent years. In the end, Sheridan got to the right place first, but how much of it was legit, and how much of it was guessing? “Chris Sheridan got the end result right, in other words, but along the way he got enough wrong that you have to wonder about the reporting process,” writes Draper. It’s that “along the way” that Draper is so good at illustrating, showing how this great big “Sources Say” sun in the sky keeps us all moving around it. Congrats to Detective Draper, this is a very good read.

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Your Annotated Smartphone Bathroom Reader for Thursday, July 10th, 2014.

Going off the grid until next week. If LeBron goes back to Cleveland, send a search party so they can alert me.

Inside Basketball
Colin McGowan
Sports on Earth

Three years into this basketball writing thing, I’ve finally learned that July is something of a pitfall for basketbloggers. This is the season of wild guesses and outlandish speculation, and as such, grounded pieces of work are few and far between. Part of this is excusable — this is the NBA’s silly season, after all — but it does raise questions about the best way to approach the silly putty nature of the offseason. I found Colin McGowan’s piece in Sports on Earth to be both a refreshing change of pace, and a resource for different perspectives on the draft, free agency, and other minor events of the offseason that create this atmosphere of sponginess. McGowan asserts that imagination is the driving engine of the offseason, and that both NBA teams and NBA fans use the time to let their minds run wild. “Tautologically, the only truly useful report about where LeBron is set to sign will be the one that confirms where he is set to sign. Anything else is noise, but noise fills in the gaps between not knowing and knowing,” writes McGowan, but then he adds an important caveat: “The 24/7 news cycle is supposed to drive us crazy, but if you are single-minded — if you have an imagination like an on-rails shooter — it’s something that tides you over.” Spot on, and the reason I both love-and-hate July with fiery passion.

How NBA Free Agency Became the Most Thrilling Part of the Season
Bethlehem Shoals
GQ

In McGowan’s piece (annotated above), he writes some kind and thoughtful words about Bethlehem Shoals, and how his style of writing could be a positive change in a field of analysis that’s high on imagination, but lacking a cohesive voice:

When a talent like LeBron is on the open market, [Henry] Abbot claims, we all get to use our imaginations. And presumably, an insider stimulates our imaginations. But if it’s imagination fans want, Bethlehem Shoals — who effortfully projects his anxieties and beliefs onto players — would be a more successful writer than Adrian Wojnarowski, who just moves them around like plastic Risk figurines. However, there is no such thing as a DarkoBomb.

Ask and you shall receive, in a sense. Shoals, who contributes to GQ, provides the reader (and keep in mind, these are likely casual fans, at best) with an overview of where the NBA stands at this current moment: waiting to see what LeBron James is going to do. Shoals’s point is not necessarily a new one — that NBA free agency is different because of the sheer power the players hold in making-or-breaking a team for 3-5 seasons — but it is expressed with that trademark elegance that Shoals first started sharing with readers nearly a decade ago. “Next to this kind of watershed, a draft seems positively barbaric, a gimme to the owners who might not be up to the real challenges they face today in their jobs,” Shoals writes. “LeBron may be the standard-bearer—he’s the one who instantly makes a team a contender and can more or less dictate his terms—but this summer, every free agent of note has a little bit of this swagger.” Not only can Shoals educate casual fans, but he can make even the most tired, jaded fans stop scanning The Same Free Agency Piece You’ve Read 1000 Times Prior, and just read. The article provides a strange into basketblogging’s past, in a way, but also a different sort of piece of work for the present, and one that could only be written by Bethlehem Shoals.

I See You, Rasual Butler
Stephen Coston
DerMarr Johnson’s Socks

Stephen Coston is a favorite around the Diss. He occasionally contributes to our humble little site, and we like that. But we also respect him a lot because he, like ourselves, steadfastly believes in the power of independent blogging. His first site, NBA 24/7 365, was a go-to for NBA fans for years. His new project, DerMarr Johnson’s Socks, provides a soundtrack for what has to be the most eclectic collection of NBA tchotchkes on God’s green Earth. Coston has every single NBA thing ever made, it seems, and a story to tell about all of them. I particularly enjoyed this piece about Rasual Butler. Coston seems to dwell on players that average viewers would gloss over, and as such, his missive on Rasual Butler — a bit player in the NBA who has drifted in-and-out of the league over the last decade — matches his general outlook on the NBA. Coston’s lens for understanding the game is the memorabilia, with an emphasis on memory. I love what Coston brings to the table, and you should too.

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For LeBron James, Cleveland is Scylla and Miami is Charybdis

Despite what you may have been lead to believe, free agency hasn’t actually started. Teams were allowed to contact players starting 12:01 a.m. on July 1, but they can’t actually sign then until 12:01 a.m. on July 10. Teams are racing to secure agreements, but there aren’t yet any contracts. This isn’t just a technicality: last summer Donald Sterling (who else) almost tanked an already-agreed-upon-but-not-yet-allowed-to-be-consummated three-way trade to bring JJ Redick to Los Angeles.

Despite the fact that stars like LeBron James and Carmelo Anthony aren’t even allowed to sign a contract for another day, the rumor mill does not abate. Much has been written in the past couple weeks (by myself and others) about it, mostly focusing on the reporters and fans. Conspicuously absent, however, are the players. Every once in awhile a player will put reporters on blast, or a team executive will give an interview rubbishing a report, but for the most part this is a game that doesn’t involve them.

By most accounts, LeBron James was on vacation during the first few days of July. When asked about the free agency process yesterday by AP, he responded, “no complaints.” That is the only public statement he has issued on the process. Until a day or two ago he wasn’t even actually meeting with teams. In the meantime, however, the Sourcing Industrial Complex continued to grow.

Somebody desperately trying to become twitter famous “reports” that his “sources” (said person has no sources to report anything) told him that Nike bought every available billboard in Cleveland to announce James’ return, and for some reason all of Cleveland ran with the report, forcing actual reporter Marc Stein to quash it. A Cleveland talk radio host “reported” that Dan Gilbert was on his way to South Florida, and then had to backtrack and lash out at being proven wrong when Dan Gilbert tweeted that he was sitting in his backyard in Cleveland.

Meanwhile, Carmelo Anthony has been travelling around the country meeting with the Knicks, Bulls, Rockets, Mavericks and Lakers. One of the factors that will determine which teams he signs is the reported desire of his wife to remain living in New York, and Anthony’s stated hesitance to uproot his son. The Anthony family is doing the same thing families all across the world do every single day, balancing careers, lifestyles, wants and needs of all family members and their economic situation in making decisions. Totally reasonable, right?

Wrong, you dolt. According to basketball fans, taking your wife’s desire into account when making a decision that is life-changing for both you and her means you are pussy whipped. Anthony is a bitch if he listens to his wife AND she’s a bitch for having the nerve to have an opinion on where she lives. Doesn’t she know her place is in the kitchen?

If you’re getting the sense that the stars can’t win, well you’re onto something. If they sign for a max contract, they will be pilloried for having hamstrung their teams’ ability to compete, what Zach Lowe calls “the NBA’s double standard of ‘sacrifice’.” If LeBron re-signs with Miami he will be tearing out Cavaliers fans’ hearts again; if he returns to Cleveland he will have twice left a team in the lurch. Either way one fan base will vehemently hate him and 28 others will dislike him.

The media-fan relationship is mostly a symbiotic one. Fans demand ever-more information about the free agency process, and reporters oblige them. Reporters need fans to click on and link to their stories, so they report every last small change in information. Nobody in these situations is the bad guy—except the idiots that make up reports and the “reporters” that are more megaphone than reporter—and nobody is behaving maliciously.

It’s just sad that the byproduct of perfectly understandable desires and motives of fans and reporters is a long, drawn out, two week killing of the reputations of the NBA’s stars.

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Diss Guy Miss Guy, Vol. 79

Diss Guy: Adrian Wojnarowski

It started with the draft last week and has continued unabated over the past week: I open Tweetdeck and my eyes immediately go to the list I’ve titled “Hoop” where a few of my favorite NBA minds congregate in a steady stream of messages, but I’m not looking for a few, I’m looking for one: @WojYahooNBA, the Twitter handle of Yahoo Sports’ Adrian Wojnarowski who has become the LeBron James of breaking NBA news and signings.

Sure, there are others in the game who are masters of their craft like Marc Spears (also of Yahoo) and Marc Stein (of ESPN), Brad Turner (of the Los Angeles Times) and Shams Charania (of Real GM), but there’s only one Woj.

The pale, dark-haired, middle-aged bespectacled reporter looks like as bookish as you’d expect. He’s not thin, not fat, there’s nothing in his appearance that stands out. But as his reputation has grown, thanks in part to his massive Twitter following, his appearances have reached beyond writing and occasional radio to forays into the TV game with Fox Sports 1.

The face of reporting genius

Being on the west coast, I was unlucky enough to have a work call scheduled last week when the draft kicked off. No fear though, I quickly turned to Woj who was, as he is every June, a step ahead of the actual draft. Before Adam Silver even made it to the podium to announce the picks, there was Woj tweeting out the picks with great accuracy and zero regard for scooping the commissioner and ESPN. While I had been in a hurry to cut the call short (“Yeah guys, that’s all I got … no really, that’s it. I don’t need to hear anymore.”) and hustle my ass home, I started realizing that the prospect of Woj tweet updates significantly outweighed the inane babbling of Bill Simmons and Jalen Rose on ESPN’s coverage. I stood at the bus stop eyes glued to my phone where I eagerly followed Woj’s tweets. Then I was on the bus, surrounded by faceless bodies, bumping me, invading my personal space, but it didn’t matter because I was locked in waiting for the next Woj tweet.

It was around this time that I figured out I couldn’t care less about the televised event. Woj singlehandedly crushed the allure of the NBA’s top TV event of the summer. Unlike a game where the action itself is the substance you want, there’s very little action at the draft beyond players exchanging hats.

A few days later, at midnight Eastern time on July 1st, the league’s free agency period kicked off and there was Woj again, applying his own version of a swarming full court press, rattling off tweets that touched teams and players in all four corners of the NBA’s world. His ubiquity is such that a couple of teens seized on his awesome infallibility to create a copycat Twitter account and fool a few veteran NBA journalists. Was Woj flustered or deterred? Nope, he just plowed through the wreckage like a headbandless LeBron, reporting more news and official signings with a higher accuracy rate than any of his colleagues.

Just for fun, I took a look at Rotoworld’s NBA player updates to track the sources of their most recent NBA notes. In case you’re not up-to-speed on Rotoworld, it’s one of the primary sources of information on players for fantasy sports purposes. Part of the attraction of their blurbs is that they’re presented in a simple, easy-to-digest format which includes a summary of player updates and then an editorialized fantasy spin.

After looking through over 100 updates broken by 54 different sources for 25 teams and 67 different players, the leaders in breaking news looked like this:

woj dominance

To be clear, this list shouldn’t be looked at with any definitive sense of authority, but rather directionally to validate the view that Woj is everywhere reporting on everything. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back on Twitter and see what crazy business Woj has gotten himself into now.

Miss Guy: Uncouth Men of the Off-Season

In a league known for its fraternalism and occasionally incestuously nepotistic hiring practices, it’s always striking to see an act of blatant inconsiderate regard with which former Bucks coach Larry Drew and Rockets guard Jeremy Lin have been treated. Worse yet, these affronts were catalyzed by men with reputations that foreshadowed exactly this type of shitty, shoddy behavior.

The former coach from Milwaukee was essentially the victim of a coup. Sure, new owners Marc Lasry and Wesley Edens provided the arms and the atmosphere for the hostile takeover, but it was Jason Kidd and his agent, Jeff Schwartz that set the process in motion.

Is there a protocol or a best practice for how to go about getting an NBA coaching job? If you believe the aforementioned Adrian Wojnarowski, then yes, there’s a coach’s code where “You don’t pursue job belonging to someone else.” Kidd going after Drew’s job doesn’t appear to be unique as Woj wrote back in May in regards to Pacers coach Frank Vogel:

Most of the stories surrounding Vogel’s possible removal as coach, league sources told Yahoo Sports, had been coming from unemployed coaches trying to angle themselves into contention to replace him.

Kidd, and likely anyone else attempting to go to underhanded lengths to supplant an existing coach, has a simple response: “I think Billy (King) said it best: It’s business. That’s what it comes down to.”

That the NBA is such a small, tight-knit community is where an “it’s business” attitude has the appearance of becoming problematic, but with both Kidd and Rockets GM Daryl Morey, that hasn’t been the case at all. In Morey’s latest situation, his callous decision (as GM and the external face of the Rockets organization, he has to be held accountable), to use Lin’s number 7 in a mockup of Carmelo Anthony was disrespectful and dismissive of Lin, a player still on the team and still under contract.

Houston Rockets: Where there’s only room for one #7

As Eric Freeman, also of Yahoo Sports, wrote:

It’s an approach that treats Lin not so much as an employee in partnership with the franchise than as a mercenary contracted for a particular task. While the latter may be true in terms of cold contractual language, it’s far from the only factor in a sports world where loyalty and family bonds are spoken of as principles that contribute to success. When a player is spoken of as an “asset,” he becomes a commodity rather than a person.

Any NBA player must know that he could be moved to another team at any time — it’s part of the business. However, at a very basic level, they still want to be treated with respect. It’s a point worth keeping in mind the next time a Rockets executive — or one from any team, really — demands that a player show his loyalty to his team. These relationships must go both ways if they are to mean anything.

Freeman acknowledges the inevitable role of business in the NBA, but also points out the obvious: that players (and coaches) want (and deserve) to be treated with respect. Some would hope that karma exists for people like Kidd and Morey who show such little regard for others, but in each man’s case that hasn’t happened.

In Houston, Morey continues to attract free agents with a combination of glitzy sales pitches, big money, and a pipedream of building a championship contender – which feels further and further away as the Rockets repeatedly dismiss any notion of chemistry or fit. Meanwhile Kidd, who had a reputation as a coach killer as a player, is able to get a head coaching job fresh out of retirement and parlay one decent season in Brooklyn into a raise and an extension in Milwaukee. If you’re looking for justice, as our little friend Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones reminds us, “you’ve come to the wrong place.”

We hope the nastiness catches up with guys like this, but in an NBA where the top-paid coaches are guys with zero years of bench experience and GMs are increasingly selected for their ability to navigate the complexities of the cap (or for their association with the Spurs), it appears that business, no matter how seedy or unseemly, trumps basic decency. The sad aspect of this possible trend is that in both Morey’s and Kidd’s cases, the end result could’ve been achieved with just a modicum of considerate communication that was overlooked, ignored, or worst, acknowledged, but dismissed.

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Your Annotated Smartphone Bathroom Reader for Wednesday, July 2nd, 2014.

A quiet pre-Independence Day week here at The Diss. Here are some pieces to enjoy while celebrating our victory over the Redcoats. We’ll be back in earnest next week.

Run and Gun
Flinder Boyd
FOX Sports

The offseason is the time to kick back with a chilled beverage and read some long pieces about basketball, and Flinder Boyd gets the festivities started with this excellent piece about Javaris Crittendon, focusing on how, where, when, and why things went south for him. Crittendon, who is known to most NBA fans as “the other guy the Lakers sent to Memphis to get Pau Gasol in 2008,” is currently in prison, awaiting trial to see how involved he was in the killing of a woman in Atlanta, Georgia. As we learn in these types of pieces, it wasn’t always that way for Crittendon; there was a time when things were going well for the young man who beat all sorts of odds to be drafted in the first round. But it’s never an easy tale to tell, nor explain, and Boyd — a professional baller-turned-writer, who is a favorite around these parts because of his ability to weave a fabulous story — does justice to the man and his life. This is a fine contribution to an already-expansive body of “troubled baller” longform literature, and very much worth your time.

Started from Yaounde, Now He’s Here
Jordan Conn
Grantland

I cannot lie: I do not get a good feeling about this Joel Embiid cat. I’m perfectly willing to ascribe this line of thinking to a sort of confirmation bias (that is, set of problematically-held stereotypes) about 7-footers who get mentioned for their “injury prone” nature as much as their height, wingspan and upside, and who start their careers in street clothes, chewing gum and watching their team lose tons of games. But as Jordan Conn explains in this excellent piece for Grantland, Embiid has already beaten the odds just by playing basketball in the first place. Conn takes us through a whirlwind tour of the history of basketball in Cameroon, the soccer-crazy African nation where Embiid grew up. Cameroon’s claim to fame is Luc Mbah a Moute, a respected specialist who is anything but a household name, both in the States and in Cameroon. Embiid hopes to continue a growing tradition of Cameroonian ballers taking the Western Hemisphere by storm, a process that, as Conn explains, involves equal parts persistent recruitment and blind luck. Conn does a wonderful job with this story, writing a piece which takes the reader all the way to Cameroon, where soccer rules the day, and there are two — two! — indoor courts in the entire country. If Embiid proves me wrong, I’ll point to this story as the one that got me intrigued with the guy.

LEBROCALYPSE 2014: Thinking Outside the Major Market Box
Miles Wray
Hardwood Paroxysm

The funny thing about the title of this piece is that LeBron’s been blissfully silent about his free agency plans, mostly because it seems to be a question of dollars-and-cents rather than where exactly he wants to go. All signs point to a re-upping in Miami. But what if that was different? Miles Wray takes us down the rabbit hole, and shows us reasons why LeBron should consider some of the, shall we say, “lesser marketed” cities in our great country. Imagining LeBron playing for the Hawks, Raptors, or even the Spurs, is enough to cause one to crack a smile. The affable Mr. Wray does an excellent job making the fantastical seem believable. I don’t think LeBron’s headed to Phillips Arena to turn it back into The Highlight Factory, but it’s a nice thought.

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