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The King is Dead! Long Live the King!

Monday, June 13th, 2011

By Jason Parker

The King is dead.  Long live the King!

Or should I say The Kaiser?  King James, with a little boot in the backside from Dirk Nowitzki and a brand of defense the likes of which Mavericks fans have never seen, has abdicated his NBA throne to the “Ghost-Faced Drilla” from Wurzberg, Germany.  That’s right, the man so many had perhaps unjustly labeled soft and unable to lead a team to a championship now sits in the top spot of The Association’s monarchy. 

Mavericks’ legend Mark Aguirre paid Dirk perhaps the highest compliment, “Answer me this: If you switched Dirk with Wade, or Dirk with LeBron, would the Mavs be in the Finals?  No way.”

I must admit, during the first half of the series-clinching Game 6 victory, I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to publish this article; what with Nowitzki languishing in an unfathomable 1-12 shooting funk.  But like so many times before, when the stakes were highest, Dirk was at his best, shrugging off the slump to seal the victory with five clutch buckets in the last 7:22 of the game.

“We’re world champions,” Nowitzki said after taking a private moment to wipe away a few tears of joy in the locker room.  “It sounds unbelievable.”

It wasn’t always this way.  I’ve been an avid Dirk defender over the years, but there have been moments when he just wasn’t able to put this team on his back and lead them over the hump.  In the final three games of the 2006 Finals, Dirk went 20-55 and missed a number of key free throws down the stretch.  In 2007, his MVP season, Nowitzki shot 38% from the field (2-13 in the clinching Game 6) as the Mavs became the first #1 seed to fall to a #8 (Golden State) in a seven-game series.  2008 saw another first-round playoff exit against Chris Paul and the upstart Charlotte Hornets.  The next two seasons would end with second and first round losses, respectively.

This year, there was something different about Dirk.  Perhaps galvanized by past failures, Nowitzki would not be denied.  After a pedestrian regular season by his standards, Dirk turned it up a couple of notches once the playoffs started, playing his best basketball when it mattered most.  When the Mavericks needed a big bucket or clutch free throws to overcome a huge deficit or seal a victory, Dirk delivered.  He was clearly the best player in a postseason that culminated in a championship.     

LeBron's series was sub-par by his standards

Now on to the man Nowitzki supplanted as king.  Last season, in game 5 of the Eastern Conference Semifinals, Lebron James looked up and came to the perhaps premature realization that no matter how good he played, no matter how many spectacular dunks he threw down, he could never win a championship with the collection of talent around him in Cleveland—so he checked out of the series mentally, and the Cavaliers quickly followed suit.  Lebron will deny it, but if it looks like a duck, sounds like and duck, smells like a duck…

Fast forward a little over a year to the NBA Finals, and the situation is very different, but it’s also the same.  Lebron is a member of the most talented (if not the deepest) team in the league, yet he frequently distanced himself from the front lines of this pitched battle for the NBA Championship, deferring to Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh whenever possible. Actually, James’ fourth-quarter game of hot potato throughout the series was worse than deference, it was desertion.  Pat Riley, Wade and Bosh, are thinking of asking for a $14.5 million refund.  They’re thinking they recruited the wrong superstar.

James was not gracious in defeat, lashing out at his and the Heat’s critics:

“All the people that were rooting me on to fail, at the end of the day they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life they had before,” James said. “They have the same personal problems they had today. I’m going to continue to live the way I want to live and continue to do the things that I want with me and my family and be happy with that.”

“They can get a few days or a few months or whatever the case may be on being happy about not only myself, but the Miami Heat not accomplishing their goal,” James said. “But they’ll have to get back to the real world at some point.”    

James’ latest big-moment disappearing act prompts us to reevaluate his motives for running out on his home-town-team instead of sticking it out through good times and bad, for better or worse (a-la a certain seven-foot German). Lebron claimed he joined Wade and Bosh in Miami so he could win multiple championships, but now there appears to be more to the equation than that.  It looks more like Bron-Bron couldn’t bear the burden of leadership, of being his team’s hoops messiah.  How else can you explain his habit of fading, no, sprinting into the background when the spotlight is squarely focused on him and him alone?

Compare this to the play of Nowitzki and his own teammate, Dwyane Wade, who combines physical brilliance with mental fortitude and inspirational leadership.  Wade demands the ball at the end of games and James is all too willing to give it to him, especially on the game’s biggest stage.  Confession:  I wrote two versions of this article; the one you are reading, and one proclaiming Wade king if the Heat had won the series.

To be fair, perhaps LeBron James never wanted this mantle that was foisted upon him at the age of 18.  He never dubbed himself “King.”  Whether he wanted it or not, as the most physically-dominant player this game has seen since Wilt Chamberlain, the crown was his to wear.  But now it appears that it was too heavy for those chiseled shoulders to bear.  Who knows, maybe by the time the Kaiser is ready to cede the throne in a few years, LeBron will be ready to take it back.  He need only look at the evolution of one Dirk Nowitzki to find a role model.

But until then, the Mavericks and their fans hope to win another title or two during Dirk’s reign.    

Jason Parker, Blogger for War Room Sports

Sports Has Become Soft!

Friday, December 10th, 2010

The sports I grew up watching were a lot tougher and a lot more competitive. Now I have nothing against sportsmanship but what I have been seeing lately is utterly ridiculous.

In the NFL you are not allowed to hit anybody without giving the NFL a rebate, in the NBA you are not allowed to have any emotion without hurting your team by getting a technical foul.

I watched Lebron James go back to Cleveland and make jokes with his former teammates after an off-season where he basically called them all garbage. He chose to leave a team that won over 60 games to play with his two friends and a bunch of players that wouldn’t make it on the bus if this was an And 1 try out.

It is ridiculous. I see players in football and basketball knock each other down and then rush to pick up the player they just knocked down. “WHERE THEY DO THAT AT?” I sit back and think of the “Bad Boy” Pistons or the Pat Riley Knicks or Heat teams and imagine them picking up a player they just knocked down. YEAH RIGHT!

I sit back and wonder what Buddy Ryan would have said if Andre Watters or Wes Hopkins would have picked up a wide receiver they just knocked down! That would have been an offense comparable to Colonel Nathan Jessup ordering the code red on William Santiago.

I know why Sports have become this way. It’s an amalgamation of free agency, corporate sponsorships, and athletes becoming businesses themselves. When Tom Brady said he hates the Jets I got excited and thought “that’s the way it is suppose to be”. Stop being politically correct and telling people what they want to hear! Tell your opponent you hate them and then do your best to defeat them.

I guarantee if sports stopped being so soft, the contest would mean more to the athletes and we as fans would get better contests. More players should be like Tom Brady and hate their opponent. Then again Tom Brady wears Uggs so he is also soft. Oh well!

Jimmy Williams

GET OFF THE BANDWAGON!!!

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Bandwagon jumpers, also known as front-runners, also known as faux fans, absolutely disgust me.  Now, “wagoneers” come in several different categories, and I’ll briefly explain a few of them.  First you have your “Hometown Wagon Jumpers”.  These are the folks who may not follow a particular sport, or may not even follow sports in general, but when one of their hometown teams get on a miraculous postseason run, they hop on the bandwagon, even if only to avoid being left out of the city’s excitement.  I’ve witnessed this in Philadelphia over the past several years as baseball and now hockey fans have come out of the woodwork.

Then you have your “Hometown Frontrunners”.  This is the group who can care less about the hometown teams unless they’re doing well.  This may sound similar to the “Hometown Wagon Jumpers”, but this group is comprised of knowledgeable sports fans that actually follow the sport or sports in question.  However, their televisions stay on a different channel and the stadium/arena seats stay empty until the team starts to show some promise, and when that team is finally considered good or “special”, the television ratings start to suddenly skyrocket and the arena is miraculously filled for the rest of the season. (See Miami Heat fans in the 2005-2006 NBA Season.  Even their President & General manager Pat Riley jumped on the bandwagon by forcing Stan Van Gundy out and making himself head coach of an obvious contender).

Then there are the “face-savers”.  These are the ones who pick teams that they saw winning when they were young, newbie sports fans.  Later in life when those teams stink and aren’t worth rooting for, you don’t hear much about them but they still claim them to save face and avoid getting called out by assholes like me.  Then when those teams are back on top, jerseys are purchased, car flags are flown, and they represent as if they never left.

Finally, you have your straight up “Wagon Groupies” who hitch their wagons to one of the odds-on favorites in each sport year after year.  This is the most shameless of the bunch because their “loyalties” have the potential to change every year.  Year after year, they’re representing different teams and act as if they have no clue why other sports fans they know look at them with a crooked eye.  Every year, they have a new “childhood team” (even if that team is an expansion team that wasn’t around in their childhood), or so it seems.

Now don’t get me wrong…this is a free country, so wagoneers have the right to root for whomever they please, whenever they please.  My biggest beef with them is that they always sought out the most die-hard fan they know to talk their trash.  I think THEY THINK it makes them look and feel more “die-hard” to pick fights with REAL “die-hards”.  Just know that if you have to constantly explain your “fanhood” to people you talk to every day, then we know you’re not real.  So my message to the “Wagon Contingent” remains………….”WE DON’T BELIEVE YOU.  YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE!”

GET OFF THE BANDWAGON!!

Devin “Dev” McMillan of The War Room, for War Room Sports