Thursday, February 11, 2016
DIRK DID DALLAS
THINGS WE LEARNED FROM SUPER BOWL 50: Peyton's Place
Monday, February 1, 2016
Treading Warriors
Sunday night's blase mid-season contest between the walking in place New York Knicks and the Golden State Warriors, who play at pace which no one would confuse with the word slow, a seemingly innocuous pummeling by the team on the left (coast that is) to the team on the right, is continuing to provide on a nightly basis evidence for which, just how much the mercury needs to travel in the opposite direction for teams competing (and much less hoping to compete) with the championship-defending Warriors.
On their way to another of the routine patented "plus-fifteen" beatings they've been handing to the rest of The Association (Yes San Antonio Spurs that includes you, Tim Duncan or not), a 116-95 systematic dismantling of the recently revamped Knicks machine of Carmelo Anthony, Kristaps Porzingis, and company, a mundane 1st quarter, was followed up by the kind of quarter you would expect from a team which has taught us to forget about the kinds of things you should expect, at least when it comes to a basketball team. The Warriors converted 14 of the 17 field goals they attempted, for a whopping 82% for the quarter. They attempted four 3-point shots, and were flawless in that area as well as they missed not one. The only area of the court in which they had a minor hiccup with during that period was the charity stripe as they went 5-7, for a modest 71%. Maybe the most telling stat of the quarter would probably have to be Stephen Curry "only" playing seven minutes, with the Warriors relying on the four-headed monster of Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, Shaun Livingston, and Harrison Barnes for the bulk of the minutes. Just for thought: Usually a team's "one-two punch" are it's leading two scorers, however the Warriors third scorer may actually be the "two" in the aforementioned punch. A luxury no championship-level team that I can think of in recent memory employs. Numbers and percentages don't tell you the whole story when it comes to this team. They really do not.
The question was asked of Knicks head coach Derek Fisher immediately following the game during the press conference held in the bowels of the World Greatest Arena, an arena whose world's greatest fans had just witnessed the world's greatest team, how a game like this one highlights their need for a second scorer. "Tonight [as opposed to other nights?]" or something to that degree was the reply. A thinly-veiled incredulous response to a reporter's misguided query to a game he obviously may not have really been paying attention to.
And it happens; to the best of us even. You witness this efficient of an offensive machine every bit as productive as the greatest teams of all time: the 1927 Yankees, the Big Red Machine Cincinnati Reds of the 1970s, and you begin to forget the fuel which creates the fire currently burning up the hardwood at an arena near you. Defense. This was not a game that was going to be decided upon whether Anthony would find help from another source, whether expected or unexpected. Rather, and Fisher painfully knows this is the reason, it was a game decided by which team would play the better defense, generally speaking the recipe for success in the NBA and in most sports for that matter.
And don't get it fooled. Despite the ability to put up iconic second quarter numbers the Warriors know how to defend. On a championship level. But more importantly. As it pertains to a team such as the Golden State Warriors, their adversary better have the wherewithal to sum up the funds to pay for the kind(s) of defense it takes to stop this team. For they come at you in waves. Yes, basketball is a game of runs, which, are waves in and of itself. The kind of waves that come at you when you play the Warriors however are the waves of a different sort. They are the type of waves a team, any team, much less a team like the Knicks, who are still finding their way, drown in. The Association could use a lifeboat right about now. Alot of arenas are underwater.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER!
Sunday, June 22, 2014
It Was All Good Just A Year Ago...
Friday, April 4, 2014
FINAL FOUR SCORE
You could make an argument for each team in the FINAL FOUR, but here's my take: Wisconsin, Florida, and Kentucky all had tough leagues to play in. Not to say UConn didn't, but out of all the four teams left, no one expected them to be there. Florida went undefeated in the SEC during the regular season. I say they finally lose to an SEC team when the play Kentucky for the NCAA Championship. Kentucky will win it all and John Calipari will move to the front of the line of championship-winning college coaches who use gel to slick their hair like Billy Donovan and Rick Pitino.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
He Giveth & He Taketh Away: The Story of Tony Romo
Such is the case when Romo has had these types of game-defining, legacy-defining situations in his hands since talking over for the Dallas Cowboys midway through the 2006 season, and it is his belt that could use a notch or two of wins of great magnitude. Instead losses of great magnitude and the questions that accompany have become part of Romo's wardrobe, and yet it is this accessory which he would like to hang up for once and all, as failing to come through when it counts most these days is so out of style.
This failure, this withering in the presence of pressure, has become the constant essence of Romo in critical situations. You don't have to be even the most knowledgable football fan to have an opinion, usually of the disparaging variety, on him. Most pedestrians know of his epic failures (That still is what the kids are calling those these days, right?) in great detail and can rattle off game after game, play upon play, moments in when he has been true to his ability to be shortcoming. Regular season games with playoff implications, playoff games with championship aspirations, whether his performance suffered for an entire game or at a crucial time and place within the game itself, you name it he has done it. Well, actually he has not. You get the point.
Those occasions could be listed here, but there is neither the time nor the space for them to be eulogized here. And, after taking stock of
This will always be Tony Romo's legacy until he changes it and, for every quarterback that has played the game, whether it be Steve Young trying to emerge from Joe Montana's long shadow, or John Elway trying to erase memories of earlier failures on the grandest of stages, the Super Bowl (XXI, XXII, XXIV to be exact), the script was the same for them as well. Not to compare, because Young never faltered, but only needed a chance to play, and Elway although a three-time Super Bowl loser himself, will always be remembered as a winner in Denver for aligning himself with a running back and a coach that could provide him that opportunity to change his legacy, but this is the same movie. Only difference is that Romo is in the lead role now. He gets scrutinized as much for where he plays, as for how he plays. This is how it is and how it will be until he comes through in the clutch for a change. When it's all said and done he will probably own all the passing records in Dallas Cowboys history, and that is saying a whole lot when you consider it contains heroes such as Roger Staubach and Troy Aikman in it's midst. Will he have their rings; rings such as they own when all is said and done? This is the truest measure of greatness is it not? For this is it how it is for Romo. A question which remains in search of answer.
So there was Tony Romo again this past Sunday in Dallas searching for an answer. A raucous AT&T Stadium home crowd bellowing it's approval of his performance for all of the prior 58 minutes of this searingly-contested battle against a team whom most have picked to win the Super Bowl. It may not have been the playoffs, and as of right now it is a game of no importance with regards to determining making the playoffs (although every game matters immensely in this league), but the opportunity for a defining moment nonetheless awaited Romo; for him and his team, for him and his legacy.
The opportunity of passing Norm Van Brocklin's single game passing record of 554 yards and putting his name in record books amongst the greatest passers of all time would become an opportunity not be capitalized upon.* (Romo would finish with 506 yards for the game, a stellar feat no matter the outcome). The opportunity to beat a team that 16 straight opponents have laid down for, the opportunity for a win that could propel this team to heights only imagined would once again be a possibility not realized. A dream deferred if you will. This is the reality that is Tony Romo, a dream that remains beautiful till awoken. One day this dream will continue when awoken, and Romo will finally answer it. It is a dream I too share. For he is my quarterback.