The 'Worst' Player On Each Team In The NBA Playoffs

The 'Worst' Player On Each Team In The NBA Playoffs

7 – Dallas: Raymond Felton
You could argue that Greg Smith, Dwight Powell or Bernard James are more worthless than Raymond Felton, but every single one of those guys has shot better than Felton and stagnated the Dallas offense less than Felton.
Once a lithe floor general, the only thing Felton has expanded in is his waistline. The guy used to be good and capable. Now he’s mostly a bench warmer who looks more like an out of shape fan than a professional basketball player. Even with Rajon Rondo struggling and Jose Barea coming back down to earth from his glory seasons, Felton finds himself glued to the sidelines. Something tells me he doesn’t mind that. – The Rev

Why Getting Rid Of Divisions In The NBA Is A Good Idea … And Why Getting Rid Of Conferences Isn’t

Why Getting Rid Of Divisions In The NBA Is A Good Idea … And Why Getting Rid Of Conferences Isn’t

Remembering That George Karl Was A Major Jerk

Remembering That George Karl Was A Major Jerk

 

The 5 Differences Between The NBA And NHL Playoffs

The 5 Differences Between The NBA And NHL Playoffs

 

The 4 Shots That Changed The NBA Conference Finals

The 4 Shots That Changed The NBA Conference Finals

The Turning Point: Iggy Missed Both

For the Sixers to realistically hav a shot at advancing to the Eastern Conference Finals, they really needed to win game 5 on Boston's home floor. Having to win back-to-back games, with one of them being a game 7 in Boston, is just too much to ask of a young, offensively challenged team like Philadelphia.

Last night, the Sixers had a tremendous opportunity to take game 5. They came out and played arguably their most impressive offensive first half of the playoffs, posting 50 points after 2 quarters and taking a three-point lead into the half. Ironically, it was Elton Brand, the same guy I buried yesterday, leading the way.



Again behind Brand, the Sixers came out in the third and extended their lead. Minutes later, Andre Iguodala swiped the ball and broke the other way. Paul Pierce reached out and grabbed Iggy to prevent a momentum-building breakaway dunk and was called for a clear-path foul. Up stepped Iguodala to the line with the chance to give the Sixers a 6-point lead and the ball. It was an opportunity for the Sixers to go ahead by 8 or 9 ponts and take further control of the game. It was the type of moment that can really swing the game one direction or the other, a big moment for the Sixers to exert themselves.



Instead of doing that, Iggy missed both freebies. Then Spencer Hawes turned the ball over on the ensuing possession, and the wheels came completely off. Moments later, the Celtics took the lead and never looked back, ultimately blowing out the Sixers for an emphatic 101-85 victory to take a 3-2 series lead.

Following that huge missed opportunity, the Sixers' offense reverted back to its painful form, settling for contested jump shots and becoming a mess with turnovers. The Celtics suffocated Philadelphia on the defensive end, then went to work offensively. Rondo was magnificent, Garnett dominant once again and Brandon Bass of all people was carrying the scoring load. Boston saw a young, inexperienced team in a moment of weakness and made sure to strike while the iron was hot. And it all started with those missed free throws by Andre Iguodala.

Look at the play-by-play, and it tells the same story. Following that dreadful sequence, the Celtics went on a 10-run to take a 6-point lead, a lead that would only grow as the game went on. Doug Collins even brought it up during a timeout, as TNT showed us him telling his team they had the ball with a lead and chance to extend that lead with the clear path foul and let it slip away. That was the pivotal sequence of the game, the moment that truly determined which way this one was going. Andre Iguodala and his Sixers failed. The Celtics, with their Hall of Fame roster and mountain of experience, took the reins and then stomped out Philadelphia.

Now, I'm not going to go out and kill Andre Iguodala for this. Truthfully, the man has hit more clutch shots this postseason than he ever has, and he's only increased his trade value. I will admit that I cannot understand how in the hell the guy has progressively gotten worse at the free throw line, going from a career-best 82 percent free-throw shooting in his third season (after shooting 74.3 percent and 75.4 percent in his first two seasons) to 72.1 percent, 72.4 precent, 73.3 percent, 69.3 percent and finally a career-low 61.7 percent this season. It seems counterintuive that a player would get worse in that area, yet here we are.

Still, while the sequence that included the missed clear-path free throws and ensuing turnover was the turning point, it's an indictment on the whole team how this game spiraled out of control. The best players for the Sixers last night were arguably Elton Brand and Lavoy Allen, and let's face it, if those two guys are your best players on any given night, your team is in trouble.

No matter how many times this team surprises me with a huge comeback or a resilient effort, no matter how far this Sixers team goes in the playoffs, I can't help but see a completely flawed roster. Spencer Hawes is too soft to be worth the trouble on a team in flux. Iguodala needs to be traded so his talents can be utilized appropriately on a team that needs a great defender and very nice all-around player, not a star. Elton Brand is on his last legs and should be amnestied so he can ride out his twilight somewhere else. Lou Williams is a great spark plug, but he's not what this team needs.

It needs a superstar. It needs to find out if Jrue Holiday and Evan Turner will ever be able to take the next step and be cornerstones of the franchise. It needs to get Thaddeus Young on the court more. Did I mention it needs a superstar? The Sixers won't get any of those things if they continue to be a mediocre team with a flawed roster devoid of a go-to guy, a game-changer. They just won't.

The Sixers aren't a team ready to take on those pivotal moments and own them. They had the opportunity last night, a huge opportunity to get within one victory of the Eastern Conference Finals. But they couldn't do it because this team just isn't quite good enough to do it. After all, they are an 8 seed that got extremely fortunate with the injuries to Derrick Rose and Joakim Noah, an 8 seed that backed its way into the playoffs. Let us, and more importantly let the Sixers ownership not forget that, while enjoying this surprising ride for what it is.

'Iggy's Gonna Miss Both'

At approximately 9:40 p.m. last night, a short burst of text messages came flooding through my phone.

It all started with the Sixers, down by three to the Bulls with less than two minutes left, playing some truly stupid basketball. At this point, there was no reason for the Sixers to take a three unless a wide open opportunity presented itself, and there was certainly absolutely no reason to force a three. Yet there they were, taking two horrid, unnecessary threes at absolutely innopportune times. First, it was Jrue Holiday double-clutching and forcing up a three that stood no chance with 1:39 remaining. Thankfully, Thaddeus Young was there to grab the offensive board and kick it out to Lou Williams. Only Lou immediately dribbled left as Chicago threw a double team at him, and instead of making the right play, Williams attempted a three with two guys in his face, one of them being the 7-footer Omer Asik. And no, he did not make it.

That's when the texts started to roll in:

My friend Tommy: Fuckin Lou

Me: What, you don't like an unnecessary 3 over 2 guys, 1 a 7-footer?

silver fox: I hate this team

Me: Is it wrong if I hope they lose so they git rid of guys?

silver fox: No. If you asked me in the third I woulda said yes, but after watching this I changed my mind

After a missed three by C.J. Watson, the Sixers cut it to a one-point game on a great pass by Thaddeus Young to a wide open Spencer Hawes underneath. It was immediately followed by some of the worst defense in the history of the world coming out of a Chicago timeout, with Spencer Hawes popping out and showing on a screen instead of allowing Evan Turner to fight through and get to Watson. As Hawes showed, Asik rolled to the rim, and no one picked him up, leading to an embarrasingly terrible uncontested slam, three-point lead for Chicago once more.

However, there was Thad again to save the day, driving to the hoop for a layup to make it a one-point game again with 12.8 seconds remaining.

Then, inexplicably, Jrue did not foul C.J. Watson immediately on the inbound, instead letting the Chicago point guard bleed a few seconds off the clock. I was incredulous as Jrue let Watson get away ... but it actually became a blessing in disguise. Why? Because Watson, a good free-throw shooter, inexplicably gave the ball up to Asik, an absolutely atrocious free-throw shooter, and Hawes immedately fouled him with 7 seconds left.

Asik proceeded to miss both, Andre Iguodala grabbed the rebound and then finally did something every Sixers fan alive has been begging him to do for years: he took the ball strong to the hoop. It was amazing to watch. Over the years, we've been watching Iguodala, one of the best finishers around the rim but a mediocre to poor jump shooter, instead opt for difficult fall-back jumpers and contested shots in crunch time, not go to the hoop. This time, Iguodala finally listened, got fouled and headed to the line with the chance to give the Sixers the lead and put them in position to advance to the second round for the first time since 2003.

That's when the texts started again.

Me:Iggy's gonna miss both

silver fox:I'll be stunned if he doesn't

Arkansas Fred: Misses one

Me:I was gonna say both

(Iguodala makes the first)

Me: Huh

Arkansas Fred:No way he makes the second

(Iguodala makes second, Sixers lead 79-78)

silver fox: Wow

Then for good measure, Iguodala blocked the last-second heave, and the Sixers advance.



The texts continued.

Me: Great, same team next year

Arkansas Fred: I still can't believe he made both

Now don't get me wrong, it was great to the Sixers advance to the second round and nice to see Andre Iguodala finally come through with a signature moment. The Wells Fargo Center was rocking, and this team has given the Philadelphia faithful a reason to be excited about professional basketball again.

But now I'm terrified that this 8th-seeded team toppling the top-seeded Bulls will be misconstrued and misinterpreted by management as a sign that these current Sixers are right where everyone wants them to be. They are not. Of course it's always impressive to move on in the postseason no matter the circumstances, but let's not pretend that this No. 1 Bulls team was the same No. 1 Bulls team the Eastern Conference has grown accustomed to seeing. Reigning MVP Derrick Rose was lost for the series in game 1. Joakim Noah got injured shortly thereafter. And several other key players for the Bulls were hobbled.

Meanwhile, the Sixers were healthy, and they had to scratch and claw their way to defeating the Bulls without their best two players. Hell, in game 5, Philadelphia only scored 26 points in the entire first half, and scoring was a struggle all six games, just as it was the second half of the regular season. Even if they manage to beat the aging Boston Celtics in the next round and make the Eastern Conference Finals, it would be foolish to think this team is capable of truly competing year in and year out for a championship. More importantly, proceeding as such would be shortsighted and detrimental, putting the franchise's true contending date even frrther in the future.

I fear advancing another round could cloud management's judgment. I fear it now means Spencer Hawes will be back, and Andre Iguodala will remain. I fear that the same 76ers that we saw thrive early on only to fade and then stumble into the postseason will be brought back for another go-round. And that's not going to get the franchise any closer to a championship than any of the other moves the past decade.

Unless this team somehow miraculously goes on a run to the NBA Finals - it won't - it has to retool. Hawes should not be re-signed. Lou Williams should be allowed to walk. Andre Iguodala should be traded. And Elton Brand should be amnestied. Hand the keys to Jrue and Evan Turner full time, find out what you have in your two young backcourt players and go from there. Because as much fun as this season was at the beginning and now is once again moving on to the next round, there was not a Sixers fan alive who didn't think the same thing as I did: "Iggy's gonna miss both."

When an entire fan base is truly, supremely surpised that its team's franchise player actually made clutch free throws to win a game, you know your team is not where it needs to be. Even after last night, and for all the tremendous things Andre Iguodala does as the most underappreciated best player on his team in the NBA, the next time the game is in his hands, I and the rest of Philadelphia will be thinking the same thing: "Iggy's gonna miss."

The Most Hateable Players in the NBA Playoffs

The Most Hateable Players in the NBA Playoffs

King Kobe

Forget about LeBron James and where he may end up for just a little bit here. In fact, forget about "King" James altogether right now. The NBA playoffs are still going on, still with two rounds to finish, and in case you've been too caught up in the "Summer 2010 Bonanza," there's a familiar face staking his claim, once again, to the NBA kingdom.



Truth of the matter is the crown has been his all along, even as the rest of the world was ready to hand the keys over to LeBron. Yes, James legitimately earned his two MVPs, but he couldn't finish either season on top. Kobe Bryant was the one raising his hands in celebration, and he's the one emphatically leaving his mark as these playoffs wear on.

After a struggling with his shot to start against those spry Oklahoma City Thunder, Kobe still managed to put up games of 21, 39 and 24 points before dropping to an uncharacteristic 12 points in a game 4 loss. Unquestionably frustrated with his shooting touch, Kobe didn't force it and demand to be the man, going against the nature many people accuse him of possessing. In a game 5 rout, he shot just 9 times, netting 13 points, content to facilitate to his teammates, proven by his 7 assists, allowing Andrew Bynum and Pau Gasol — who has been incredible this postseason — to do the heavy lifting offensively. Then he sent the Thunder home for good with a 32-point, 7-rebound performance in game 6, with a little help from his Spanish friend.



Next up was the Utah Jazz, and as LeBron and the Cavs were struggling to keep up with the suddenly rejuvenated Celtics, Kobe raised his game even further, playing like a true MVP in what looked like an effortless sweep. Bryant posted games of 31 and 4, 30 and 8 (plus 3 blocks and 5 boards), 35 and 7, and 32 and 4. He averaged 32 points in the sweep, shot 52.3 percent from the field, 86.8 percent from the line. He took over.

And last night, he was the driving force in the Lakers' 128-107 blowout victory in game 1 of the Western Conference Finals against the Suns.



He scored 40 points on 13-23 from the floor, 3-6 from three and 11-12 from the line. He had 5 boards and 5 assists, added a steal for good measure. Oh, and he gave Grant Hill some broke ankles:





No, Kobe didn't do it on his own. Pau was awesome yet again, getting 21 points on 10-13 from the floor. Ron Artest chipped in with 14-5-5-2. And Lamar Odom was kind enough to remind everyone just what he's capable of, posting 19 points and grabbing 19 rebounds in a dominating performance on the glass. But make no mistake about it, it was Kobe who was leading the way, the same way he did last year, the same way he did last series. The Suns had no answer for him. Truth be told, no one has. Ever. Even as he ages, he remains an impossible player to defend. That's what makes him so dangerous. He has no discernible weakness in his game. Where LeBron can be goaded into taking jumpers or forced to do so by an overly clogged lane, teams don't want Bryant shooting at all. His jumper is lethal, whether from three, mid-range, contested or uncontested. You want the ball out of Kobe's hands period, no easy task. And when he's feeling it, there's really nothing anyone can do.

During the third quarter, the supposed frontrunner for the 76ers coaching job Doug Collins talked about how when he coached Michael Jordan, Michael would come out in game 1 and put up a huge number in the scoring column to let the other team know right from the get-go that they couldn't guard him. He said Kobe's performance reminded him of exactly that. The Suns now have that fear, have that knowledge that they're going to have their hands full with Kobe … not to mention Gasol, Bynum, Odom and Artest.

LeBron may be labeled as the king, but until someone knocks him off, Kobe Bryant is still the real king of the NBA hill.

Also, seriously, how in holy hell did Shannon Brown jump so damn high?



That was easily the most impressive failed dunk I've ever seen in my entire life.

I still hate the Lakers though, so, Phoenix, please don't go down without a fight.

Lackluster Finish

Last night, everyone and their mother was proclaiming that it would take a triple-double by LeBron James for the Cavaliers to stave off elimination in Boston against the Celtics. Well guess what? LeBron got his triple-double — 27 points, 19 rebounds and 10 assists — but the Cavaliers didn't win … and LeBron didn't play well.



That's how good LeBron James is at basketball. He can play a bad game — and I don't care what you say about how much his teammates sucked (and boy, did they ever suck) or how the Celtics tailored their defense to contain James, make him give the ball up (all true points) — and still put up a triple-double. Not many people post triple-doubles ever, let alone doing it on an off night. Yet that's where we are with LeBron in the game 6 loss to the Celtics that ended the Cavs' season.

Look at that line, and you might be fooled into thinking James had a very good game. Let me be the first to tell you that he unequivocally did not. He wasn't bad-bad, but he wasn't good either, at least by his own standards. He wasn't the monster that singlehandedly eviscerated the Pistons in 2007:



Maybe it was the injury, maybe it was the Boston defense, maybe it was some combination of everything, but he just didn't look like LeBron. He was passive at times again, though definitely more aggressive than in game 5. He was timid to rise up, again. He was deferring to lesser teammates too quickly, players who simply weren't capable of getting the job done, especially after Mo Williams duped everyone into thinking he could be counted on with a very good first half. He threw the ball all over the place, evident by his 9 turnovers. He was almost trying to do too much by doing too little, if that makes any sense whatsoever. And it was supremely disappointing.

After a game 5 performance that was nothing short of terrible, everyone thought LeBron would come out and tear the Celtics up, put a stamp on his alpha status in the league. Yet he did none of that, not that he had any help. The Cavs were atrocious, every last one of them, and they basically quit at the end of the game. With two minutes left, they were still within striking distance, however distant that chance was. They had to start fouling, preferably the inexplicably terrible foul-shooting Rajon Rondo, and take their chances, extend the game. Instead, they just gave up, let Boston run out the clock without ever fouling, conceding victory to the Celtics while facing an admittedly monumental task. Yet they didn't even give themselves a chance.

Maybe too much has been heaped upon him, maybe we've grown to expect too much too soon from the reigning two-time MVP, but watching that game, triple-double or no triple-double, LeBron just didn't look like that guy who finds a way, no matter what, to get his team to where it needed to be — the way Allen Iverson did in 2001, the way Jordan did time and time again, the way Kobe and Shaq and D-Wade and Hakeem and Duncan have in the past. LeBron just didn't look like one of those guys, which is beyond belief really.

I'm not here to talk down on LeBron. Maybe it's just not his time yet. The Cavs regressed as the season wore on, and James is going through the growing pains of playoff basketball. It happens. Just because he got to one NBA Final so early doesn't mean he still isn't learning. Remember, he's only 25 years old. He'll get his, I'm sure of it.

Ed wrote a great piece about LeBron today, something truly worth reading. And he brought up a point that my roommates and I discussed after the game, about the difference thus far in demeanor between Kobe Bryant and Michael Jordan and that of LeBron:

So here's the alley-oop I throw to you the basketball fan if you want to crucify the man. Crucify the man for not being a jerk, an asshole, or insensitive to another man's thoughts. LeBron, for everything he's done in his career, as a person...dude just seems like a cool dude. Look at how his teammates revere him, they joke around, they dance at unnecessary times of the game, the take fake photographs, and when things are rolling its all smiles for the Cavaliers. However, when you win 66 games in the regular season, when you lose a game or two and your star player doesn't seem all that affected by it, that permeates into the the rest of the team as well. Its not necessarily LeBron's fault, because his mindset is that he's not going to let one loss get him down. He's going to play better and keep it moving. This is the time I'm going to compare him to MJ and Kobe, the only time. If Mike or Kobe lose a game, they're pissed, breaking backboards, and either not saying a word or they're saying a lot of words that are 4 letters long.

You know what that does to their teammates? It puts the fear of God in them, and it makes them feel like they HAVE TO play better for them to win. Just for the fact that they are terrified of what could happen if they lose again. LeBron's biggest equivalent isn't to MJ or Kobe or anyone else, in my opinion he compares most to Tony Dungy. Someone who in my personal opinion, was one of the nicest and calmest coaches I've ever seen in NFL history, only won one championship with arguably one of the 5 greatest quarterbacks of all-time at the helm. LeBron is in that similar situation, he's too nice. He's not going into the locker room and tearing into the soul of Mo Williams. He's not going to berate Antawn Jamison about getting yammed on by Tony Allen. He's not going to take shots at any players in the press, he's just going to sit there and be quiet. He's only able to lead by example at this point.

That's the exact thing I was saying last night. LeBron's demeanor isn't that of a commandeering tyrant. He's not going to bust his teammates and get on them for every mistake. That's just who he is. That doesn't mean he can't win that way, or that that approach can't bring rings. But maybe in this instance, it hurt the Cavs. Because when LeBron couldn't play on a pantheon level, just the level of typical superstar, there was no one there to pick him, to help him out. It's not something he's demanded from his teammates, at least that's the perception. For all we know, he could do all this behind doors, though we don't hear about it at all.

Michael Jordan was so competitive and wanting nothing more than to win, friendships be damned. He didn't care if people liked him, if his teammates said good thing about him. All he cared about was winning. If he had to punch a few teammates in practice to drive the point home, that nothing short of winning was enough, then so be it. And that got him 6 rings. Same with Kobe. He doesn't care if teammates are complaining about not getting enough shots, makes no bones about admonishing guys for making mistakes. All he wants is to win. That's what consumes him, what consumed Jordan. LeBron wants to win, no doubt, but he wants everyone to like him too. He wants to be the popular one on the team, be buddies with all his teammates. And that's done a lot of good for the Cavs … but does it come at the expense of holding back a bit on asking for more, no, demanding more from them? I don't know, but it's an interesting point.

It's actually a point that comes to the forefront even more following last night. Why? Because Kevin Garnett, even being a player who was disparaged for being too passive in crunch time once upon a time, is cut more from the Jordan/Kobe mold. He barks at teammates when they fuck up. He demands them to work hard on both ends of the court. And he's not shy about putting teammates in their place. It didn't net him anything in Minnesota, but it brought him a ring (along with playing with Ray Allen and Paul Pierce) in Boston, and it has now helped the Celtics get back to the Eastern Conference Finals. Garnett has been the biggest key, whether it is changing the culture defensively in Boston, getting on his teammates, or taking over, like he did last night.



Garnett was the best player on the court last night, even better than LeBron and his triple-double. KG scored 22 points on 11-19 from the floor, and there wasn't a Cavalier out there that could contain him. He nabbed 12 boards, securing a double-double himself, and did all the little things to help the C's get it done. He played great defense, crashed the boards, filled up the basket, and confused the Cavs on pick and rolls. He was barking at Big Baby from the bench when Davis decided to forgo an open jumper and drive to the hoop, only to get blocked. He just had the aura last night of a guy who wasn't going to let his team lose, starting right out of the gate with a few turnaround jumpers, and his teammates followed suit.

It took KG a long time to reach this point. Not necessarily the mentality, because Garnett has always been looked at as an intense competitor, a demanding teammate who will tolerate nothing less than 100 percent. But he knows the road LeBron James is on. He knows playoff failure. He lived it for years. He knows failing to live up to expectations, of getting accused of being too passive or not being capable of getting it done. And he knows that it's possible.



If anything, watching KG and LeBron last night, it should make all the doubters pause for a second. With all the talent in the world, LeBron is simply going on the path KG has already been on. There's no reason to believe James won't get there too. Sure, were his last few games disappointing? Absolutely. The fact he isn't the scowling, demanding teammate certainly will bring up questions about his ability to lead as well. But something tells me LeBron will take this and use it as motivation going forward. Like I said, the man is only 25 years old. The sky is the limit. Which is why it's so shocking when he doesn't take flight. It was a disappointing end to this chapter, but the book is still being written.

By the way, in case anyone in Philly was wondering, yes, even though he now plays in Boston, Philly boy Rasheed Wallace is definitely rooting for the Flyers:



LET'S GO FLYERS!!!!!!

The Four-Headed Monster

Last season, the Orlando Magic rode the three-headed attack of Dwight Howard, Rashard Lewis and Hedo Turkoglu to the NBA Finals. This year, they're an even more fearsome bunch, this postseason being led by a four-headed monster: Dwight Howard, Rashard Lewis, a healthy Jameer Nelson and Vince Carter.



That's a foursome that should send shivers down anyone's spine — Lakers, Cavs, Suns, Celtics, everyone. Especially when these four play like they did last night. Each one of them scored at least 20 points, all shooting 50 percent from the field or better. Dwight Howard was a man amongst boys, leading all scorers with 29 points, adding a beastly 17 boards, shooting 8-9 from the field and making 13 of 18 free throws. Rashard Lewis had 20 himself on 7-13 from the field and 3-8 from beyond, adding four boards, six assists, a block and a steal for an all-around excellent floor game.

But it was Jameer Nelson and especially Vince Carter who stole the show late.



Jameer continued his brilliant playoff run, proving that last season's all-star start was no fluke. He scored 20 points on 7-14 from the floor, 2-6 from three and handing out 6 assists. He made a back-breaking three to help the Magic, who trailed at the half, pull away in the final quarter, and rendered Mike Bibby so useless that the Hawks' starting point guard played less than 14 minutes.

But the biggest story of night was Vinsanity reasserting himself. After a passive first half, Vince flat went off in the second, scoring 20 of his 24 points in the second half, 11 in the final quarter to bring the Magic back from an 8-point halftime deficit to a going-away win. It was Half-Man, Half-Amazing stuff, throwing down a monstrous dunk, nailing deep threes, crashing the glass, even going down and making a ridiculous block, then coming right back down on the other end and nailing a deep three that pretty much ended the game.





He scored 24 in all, shooting 9-16 from the field, 2-5 from three, 4-4 from the line. He had 7 boards, a steal and a block. And he completely dominated in the second half, the single biggest factor in the comeback win. Atlanta had no answer for him. None whatsoever. He was putting on such an amazing show, I couldn't help but find my eyes wandering to our top TV to gaze in awe, despite watching a great documentary on the Broad Street Bullies simultaneously. Only an otherworldly performance could pull my eyes away for even a second from something like that, and Carter put on a display worthy of such an honor.

Vince was the man everyone always wanted him to be, leading his team to a big playoff victory. And yet, even when he puts on a performance for the ages, it still pisses people off. Why can't he do this all the time? Where was this all along? Why didn't he become the next Michael Jordan?

To that, I say, enough. Enjoy the man for what he is, not for what he is not. Just because people like Bill Simmons insist he's a cancer (not a totally unfounded claim, to be fair), that doesn't mean he's a guy you can't win with, a player who's not clutch. No, he's never won a championship, but he sure as hell has led his team to many victories, hit a long line of game-winning shots, and put up some ridiculous performances. And he did it again last night. Instead of questioning his motives or wondering what could have been, maybe everyone should be asking themselves if Vinsanity makes the Orlando Magic unbeatable.

If the four-headed monster can play like it did last night, the answer may be yes. Plenty of people questioned the move to let Hedo walk and bring in Vince, especially when Carter struggled early on after Orlando made the finals with Turkoglu. But now it's all coming together. On their best night, the 2009-10 Magic are definitely better than the 2008-09 Magic on their best night. No question about it. Hedo could do a lot of things offensively. Vince can do even more, creating shots for himself and others, driving and finishing, hitting threes, facilitating, making this team completely impossible to guard, especially with Jameer healthy, Rashard doing his thing and Dwight down low. Plus Vince adds the athleticism, even after all these years, that allows him to make more plays on both ends, as his block last night demonstrates, than Hedo could. When he's on and the other three are too, how do you stop these guys? The answer is that you can't, especially when Dwight is hitting free throws.

On their best night, Vince, Jameer, Dwight and Rashard are impossible to guard, damn near unbeatable, especially with a slew of strong role players backing them up — Matt Barnes and Pietrus providing strong defense and scoring threats, J-Will providing a reliable backup at point, Gortat banging down low, Redick and Anderson deep threats, even Brandon Bass available for energy if needed. The question now remains if they can do it for four games out of seven against the elite, the Cavs, Celtics, Lakers, Suns, all teams who have formidable rosters themselves, teeming with talent. This much is certain, if the four-headed monster in Orlando can put up 80-plus points between them a night, they stand as good a chance as anyone to claim the title. And if I had to pick one foursome capable of having all four players put up 20 points on any given night out of the remaining teams, this is the one I'd pick — over Kobe, Lamar, Pau and Artest; over LeBron, Antawn, Mo and Shaq/Delonte; over Pierce, Garnett, Allen and Rondo; Nash, Amare, J-Rich and Barbosa/Dudley/Frye/Hill; over Parker, Ginobili, Duncan and Jefferson; certainly over Deron, Boozer, and whoever else you want to throw in for Utah (Matthews, Korver, Miles, Milsap?); and most definitely over Crawford, Johnson, Smith and Horford.

That doesn't mean I think Orlando is the best team or will even win it all. But if it comes down to which team simply can't be stopped at its highest level, you have to like Orlando's chances. Just take a look at what they did last night.



I'm definitely rooting for Orlando. I'd love to see Jameer get a ring, Vince get a few people off his back (though even a title probably wouldn't even remotely quiet his detractors). I love Jason Williams; Dwight Howard and Rashard Lewis are guys I'd love to have on my team. Hell, the only Magic player I hate is J.J. Redick.

They may not be the favorites, and they may not even make it to the Finals, but the Orlando Magic, between Jameer's resurgence, Howard's interior dominance (at least so far this round), Carter's brilliant moments and Rashard's bombs-away style, this squad has been as fun as any to watch this postseason. By the looks of it, we'll get to watch them at least for one more series, already up 2-0 against an Atlanta team that just seems to be lacking something. And if Carter, Lewis, Nelson and Howard can keep this pace up, we just may be treated to even more.

Think, Know and Prove You're Wrong

I was going to write (in jest) about how we should trade Roy Halladay, you know, because he was not so good last night against a mediocre San Francisco lineup, or perhaps about Jaroslav Halak's preposterous performance against the Caps last night (53 saves in a 4-1 win to force a game 7). But then I finally finished up reading Bill Simmons' massive two-part NBA's think, know and prove column while taking a mammoth shit this morning. I felt obliged to comment on it.



Let me preface this by saying I really enjoy reading Simmons, despite the recent internet backlash against him, especially when he writes about the NBA. I thought his book was very entertaining, and his insights are usually at least somewhat informed. Sure, like everyone else, I can't stand when he shoves Boston everything down our throats in a national column, and he certainly loves to go overboard on the players he hates, but I typically like him more than not. Though I do admit, as the years have worn on, he becomes more and more smug, acts more and more like he has all the answers and if you disagree with him you are wrong. And boy oh boy did that all come out in this terribly inaccurate series.

So without further ado, time for the FJM treatment.

This year's NBA Most Valuable Player news conference should have been the least suspenseful announcement of 2010, but Ricky Martin already snared the honors by coming out of the closet last month. LeBron James' second straight trophy will have to settle for No. 2. It's such a foregone conclusion that I scrapped my annual MVP column for the first time in six years. In fact, let's add that to LeBron's historical résumé:

"So fantastic in 2009-10 that a sportswriter scrapped one of his five favorite columns to write every year because it just seemed pointless."

Yes, because this year's MVP news conference should be all about you. Jackass.

LeBron submitted the most convincing MVP campaign in 10 years. Maybe his numbers didn't differ dramatically from those in his previous two seasons -- although he nearly broke John Hollinger's Player Efficiency Rating record, shot 50.3 percent from the field, and averaged 29.7 points, 8.6 assists, 7.3 rebounds and 5.4 holy-s----did-he-just-do-that's per game -- but these 2009-10 games felt more like performances. We always wondered whether he would become a supernatural cross between Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson and Bo Jackson some day. Well, it happened. His command of every game, and every arena, was unlike anything we have seen since Jordan's heyday. He put a complete stamp on his team (both its style of play and its personality) like nobody since Larry Bird and Magic. His joy for every game was contagious. He brought it every night. He always gave a crap. Even last season, you couldn't totally say that.

Yes, because Steve Nash, Michael Jordan, Tim Duncan … guys like that didn't put a complete stamp on their teams.

That's what made it so funny when LeBron took heat for resting before the playoffs. Are you kidding? Did you WATCH this season? Did you watch everything he did for the Cavaliers? Did you see the pounding he took? I don't care if he's a 6-foot-9, 280-pound behemoth who might have been created in a laboratory by scientists during the Reagan administration. A beating is a beating. For 76 games, he took one. You have two goals: clinch home-court advantage, and win the title. Once you accomplish one, you start focusing on the other.

People are upset because they pay money to see LeBron play. The Cavs, presumably, didn't drop ticket prices or refund customers with LeBron sitting, even though they most likely bought those tickets to see LeBron play. That's why people are upset. Not everyone is a rich, smug sportswriter who can get a press pass to attend games for free, or you know, afford to pay for season tickets to a shit franchise like the Clippers.

Will that stop some media jackass from climbing on his high horse and robbing LeBron of a unanimous vote for MVP? Of course not. Media members live to screw this stuff up. Ten years ago, Shaquille O'Neal broke a sweat from beginning to end, averaging about 30 points, 14 rebounds, four assists and three blocks, and shooting 57 percent for a Lakers team that won 67 games (and eventually the title). That will always be remembered as The Shaq Season, at least by me. He should have won unanimously, but Fred Hickman decided to vote for Allen Iverson ... who finished sixth overall. That's right, Fred. It's been 10 full years, and I still remember how moronic that was. You're my go-to guy whenever I find myself in a "Who made the dumbest MVP vote ever?" conversation. Congratulations.

Yes, that was a dumb a vote. Clearly no other writer or voter has ever made a dumb statement.

There is definitely another Fred Hickman out there. I would bet anything. Just know that LeBron was the best player on the best team. He had the best stats. He was the most dominant from night to night. His best game was better than anyone else's best game. He meant the most to his team. He owned the 2009-10 season. I could prove these things to you with 6,000 words or 500, but that's the point: I shouldn't have to. In this case, any dissenting opinion is just wrong.

His best game was better than anyone else's? How can you prove this? Lots of players have great games in which they take over and their teams win. You cannot prove this, otherwise you would have. And dissenting opinion is dumb, but not wrong. I don't agree with it, but by its very definition, an opinion cannot be wrong. Saying an opinion is wrong is wrong. That's a fact.

That brings me to the "What do we think? What do we know? What can we prove?" exercise used by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in the movie "And the Band Played On." (I first wrote about it in 2005, when I became the first writer to lead an NFL gambling column with a relevant story about AIDS and the CDC.) I can prove LeBron should be the unanimous MVP. But what about everything else that happened this season? And what about the playoffs?

What do we think, what do we know and what can we prove? Let's break it down into three categories ...

Look at me! I do things no one else does! Aren't I great? You must get tired patting yourself on the back.

WHAT DO WE THINK?

I think I want to know what life would have been like if Oklahoma City had taken Stephen Curry or Tyreke Evans over James Harden.

Sam Presti probably made the right choice. Repeat: probably. When you have someone like Kevin Durant (the best younger-than-25 scorer since Jordan), you borrow the Pippen-Grant-Cartwright recipe, surround that guy with flexible role players, and worry about chemistry and defense before anything else. I get it.

Which is why he actually is a GM, not some guy who lobbies to be the Bucks' GM (by the way, how's Milwaukee doing without you? Just fine? You don't say!).

But just for fun ... I mean ... don't you wonder how the Curry/Evans directions would have turned out? I wish we could play them out in an alternate universe "Lost"-style just to see what would happen. My best guesses:

Sure. I also wonder how your best guesses are any different than your worse guesses.

The Evans Universe: Makes the Zombie Sonics better on paper, screws them up in real life. Russell Westbrook would be threatened as the primary playmaker/distributor; Durant would be threatened as the alpha dog. From a chemistry standpoint, I'm dubious. I just don't think you need him. Think of it this way: I'm already making you dinner with Durant as my main course. He's the $200 slab of filet mignon on the bone. We're at a table with 10 other people. We're chowing down. We already have a Caesar salad (Westbrook), cream of mushroom soup (Serge Ibaka), potatoes au gratin (Jeff Green), asparagus (Thabo Sefolosha), sweet potatoes (Eric Maynor) and the filet (Durant). Harden is delicious corn bread done southwestern-style; Evans is a $150 rack of lamb. Do I really need the lamb? If I brought that out, wouldn't you say, "Good God, this is too much food; I'm gonna have a heart attack!" It might be delicious, but I don't need it. I need the corn bread.

Given all of the above, I think the corn bread is even going overboard.

The Curry Universe: Much more intriguing. Fits in from a chemistry standpoint. Hurts them defensively, but you can always get away with one squeaky wheel if the other four wheels are humming. (See: Parker, Tony.) Doesn't totally threaten Westbrook; as we saw with the Curry-Monta Ellis experiment this season, Curry floats between both guard spots effortlessly. And the shooting ... I mean ... good God. Nobody could ever double Durant with Curry's guy. Beyond that, alt-OKC would have two younger-than-22 shooters with 28-foot range and two 50-40-90 (field goal-3 point-free throw) percentage threats year after year. Could it find another Harden-like talent through the draft or free agency? Yes. Could it find another Curry-like talent? No. He's an original prototype. I like this universe more than Harden World. Sorry. Speaking of Curry ...

But Sam Presti made the right decision. Probably. But I like Curry better. So I just lied.

I think Curry was the 2009-10 Rookie of the Year.

If I didn't know what the definition of an opinion was, I'd call this statement wrong.

Look, I wanted to pick Brandon Jennings because he started for a playoff team, but you can't miss 65 percent of your shots for the last four months of the regular season and be my rookie of the year. Sorry. That leaves two guards (Curry and Evans) who put up gaudy stats on terrible teams. I just thought Curry had a higher degree of difficulty: crazy coaching situation, crazy ownership/front-office situation, super-crazy roster. He played with Ellis and Corey Maggette (two of the ultimate me-first guys), and a rotating cast of promoted D-Leaguers and bench guys. He didn't have a decent low-post player or rebounder; you knew things were bad when someone said the words, "We really miss Ronny Turiaf right now." And yet, he got better every month (check out his splits), and became the first rookie ever to average 17 points and two 3s per game and top 85 percent free throw shooting and 40 percent 3-point shooting (nobody even came close before).

If you wanted to pick Brandon Jennings, as much as I love that guy, my opinion is you're dumb. Jennings had a great season, but as you said, he was nowhere near the class of Tyreke Evans and Steph Curry from start to finish.

Evans made history as well, joining the 20-5-5 Rookie Club along with MJ, Oscar Robertson and LeBron. Pretty good company. But he had better teammates, and if you want to get technical, I never watched a Warriors game without thinking, "Curry would be fun to play with" at least once. I can't say the same about Evans. Curry gets my vote. By the way, I still want to know how Minnesota's David Kahn had the fifth and sixth picks in the draft, took two point guards, and somehow missed Curry AND Jennings. He was like the kid with the gun in the Big Kahuna Burger apartment who fired 25 bullets at Jules and Vincent Vega, and somehow didn't hit either of them.

Apparently, we should base our ROY voting on whether or not Bill Simmons thinks the player would be fun to play with. Hard to disagree.

And look at David Kahn! Bill Simmons should be GM of the Timberwolves!

I think this spring could be the last stand for the Rejuvenated Atlanta Hawks.

And here's why: Joe Johnson is getting max money this summer to play in Chicago, New Jersey, New York, Clipperland or wherever. He's irreplaceable for Atlanta obviously. Assuming Josh Childress returns from his Greek exile, that gives the Hawks Childress, Josh Smith, Al Horford, Jamal Crawford, Marvin "I Look Worse As A No. 2 Pick Each Season" Williams, Zaza Pachulia, Zaza Pachulia's bacne and Mike Bibby's chalk outline next season. That's a 42-win team. The window is right now. They can absolutely make the 2010 Eastern finals ... and then get swept, but still. The Eastern finals!

Do you think Joe Johnson is getting max money somewhere, or is this a fact? Because let me tell you something, Joe Johnson very well may get max money somewhere, but I don't know that for a fact. Neither do you. What if he re-signs with Atlanta? Still the last stand this season?

I think Larry Brown could absolutely outcoach his first- and second-round opponents this spring.

Stan Van Gundy in Round 1, Mike Woodson in Round 2 ... and Mike Brown looming in Round 3. I'm just sayin'.

Stan Van Gundy and Mike Brown have both coached their teams to the finals. Mike Woodson has helped develop a young core in Atlanta. They may not be as accomplished as Larry Brown, but they aren't John freakin Lucas either.

I think Ernie Grunfeld should be the 2009-10 Anti-Executive of the Year.

He turned Dallas into a contender and made Cleveland the overwhelming favorite. His failure to grab J.J. Hickson in the Antawn Jamison trade was the biggest front-office boner of the season by someone not named "David Kahn" and, if you want to dig deeper, an important chess piece in this summer's "Will LeBron stay or go?" drama. Without Hickson, Cleveland wouldn't have a young player to include in a summer sign-and-trade if, say, LeBron stays and Chris Bosh or Joe Johnson wants to join him. Keeping Hickson allows the Cavs to say to Toronto/Atlanta, "Bosh/Johnson is leaving anyway -- give him the max and flip him to us, and we'll give you Hickson, two future No. 1s and $3 million, and sign Shaq for one year and $10 million to make the swap of contracts work ... do we have a deal?" Thanks again, Ernie. You just opened the window for Cleveland to win five straight titles.

LeBron wasn't going to Washington. What does Grunfeld care if he stays in Cleveland or goes somewhere else and opens that franchise's window to win a bunch of titles?

(The Exec of the Year: Milwaukee's John Hammond. Dumped Richard Jefferson's contract, picked Jennings, stole John Salmons from Chicago, nailed the Carlos Delfino signing, maintained his cap flexibility going forward, allowed the "Fear the Deer" era to unfold. That was a clinic on how to keep a small-market team relevant. Had Andrew Bogut not Theismann'ed his elbow, the Bucks absolutely would have beaten Boston in Round 1, and my mom would have been saying to me, "What's up with this Fear the Deer thing?" Alas. By the way, Scott Skiles being the 2009-10 Coach of the Year goes without saying. So I don't know why I said it.)

But Simmons could have totally done so much better. You missed out, Milwaukee fans.

I think Portland had the best home crowd this season.

The perfect blend of creepy intensity, genuine devotion and a massive inferiority complex. I never stumbled across a Blazers game in which their fans weren't totally bringing it. Two great examples from Monday's Oklahoma City game: First, OKC had such a severe free throw advantage, and Portland fans were so furious about it that it seemed like we were headed for the first triple ref homicide. (I tweeted that the whole situation reminded me of Chris Rock's old joke, "I haven't seen white people that mad since they canceled 'M.A.S.H.'") Only Portland fans and Utah fans can make a casual observer feel like the officials are in actual danger. That's a good thing. In the old days, every crowd did that.

Yes, because we all know refs should fear for their safety at work.

Second example: Because news broke of Brandon Roy's soul-crushing knee injury that same night, there was particular meaning to Marcus Camby's get-on-my-back performance (30 points, 13 rebounds) ... which the Blazers' fans recognized by passionately chanting, "Mar-cus Cam-bee!" when he finally left the game. Just a great moment. Only Knicks fans (if they had a good team and were presented with a similar situation) would have seized it with the same gusto. Made me remember the days when NBA crowds knew what the hell they were doing. Gotta love Rip City.

Oh really, only Knicks fans would do such a thing? Fucking Sixers fans, who didn't even show up during the regular season, starting chanting, "REG-GIE! REG-GIE! REG-GIE!" two seasons ago when Reggie Evans busted his ass against the Pistons in the playoffs. Everyone's fans do this. That's what fans do.

(Best NBA crowd rankings for 2009-10: 1. Portland, 2. Utah, 3. Golden State, 4. New York ... then a big drop-off to the next group of cities. Biggest drop-off: Boston, a team that won 50 games but had a better road record than home record. In the defense of Boston fans, they spent the first half of the season waiting for Kevin Garnett to stop limping, then the second half arguing about who should charge the court, pull a Shane Stant on Rasheed Wallace and serve the mandatory prison sentence. They were distracted.)

In more defense of Boston: WHO CARES ABOUT THOSE DAHKIES?!? LACKEY, SCUTARO! SOX, BABY! YANKEES SAHK!

I think Cleveland will win the 2010 title.

Best team, best player, best season. Of course, we could have said that last year. But Jamison and Shaq give the Cavs a flexibility last season's team just didn't have. They can go small, big, medium ... doesn't matter. The only concern if you're picking nits: LeBron still gets a little overeager during big moments, like how his bizarre pull-up 3-pointer derailed what would have been an incredible comeback in Boston on Easter Sunday. Kobe Bryant battled with the Hero Complex for years and years, finally settling into an icy assassin these past two seasons. But it took forever. LeBron isn't there yet. I still think he can be had in a tight game by the right team -- like how Boston exposed Kobe in the 2008 Finals -- but he gets credit for being a vicious closer with a lead (nobody's better up five with two minutes to go).

Yes, LeBron in the clutch is Cleveland's biggest concern. Right. The same guy Simmons just rightfully slobbered over as the MVP.

You know how we will know when LeBron is ready? When, after big shots, he doesn't run over to his bench and hop onto teammates like an overgrown spaz anymore. Maybe Dan Gilbert needs to buy MJ's game-worn, "I knew it was going in" fist pump off eBay.)

Because everyone knows you can't be great and get excited when you do something good.

WHAT DO WE KNOW?

I know Hedo Turkoglu was the 2009-10 LVP (Least Valuable Player).

No you don't. You think he was. Because he had a shitty season. But was he any less valuable than, say, Elton Brand?

We knew it was a desperation move to give Hedo $50 million, and it didn't seem far-fetched at all that someone who peaked two years ago would struggle in a new city in a new offense for a new coach without Dwight Howard protecting him defensively. But I never thought he'd become Enemy No. 1 in Toronto. Hedo fell off a basketball cliff; he's almost unrecognizable. It's like seeing Garry Shandling in the new "Iron Man 2" trailer: Wait a second, I recognize that voice. Is that ... no! It can't be! Poor Hedo might want to give up the cigarettes and cheeseburgers this summer. As for some LVP runners-up: Rasheed Wallace (No. 4), and Philly (No. 3) would have stunk with or without Elton Brand.

First of all, Hedo was great last year, helping the Magic get to the Finals, so I'm not sure he peaked two years ago, but whatever. And Philly isn't a player. It's a team. Moron.

Emeka Okafor (No. 2) deserves his own paragraph. His career arc looks like something you'd see from a guy in his mid-30s. His contract ($10.6 million this year, $38 million over the next three) is a salary cap tsunami for a small-market team. He's a horrible match for a Hornets team that once loved having its big guys set picks for its point guards, then roll to the hoop for alley-oops. (Okafor can't do it. Not in his skill set.) Since he can't post up or shoot free throws, he's useless for the Hornets offensively. (According to hoopdata.com, he was a 38 percent shooter inside 10 feet.) Defensively, his shot-blocking and rebounding numbers dipped, and his athleticism made you think, "Wait, is that Theo Ratliff?"

Are you trying to take a knock on Theo's athleticism? I'm pretty sure that's entirely why Ratliff made it to the NBA: his great athleticism that allowed him to run the floor, block shots and grab rebounds.

Maybe Okafor hasn't been a bust on the Pervis/Darko/Bowie/LaRue/Kwame/Oden (sorry, he has to be thrown in at least for now) level, but at the very least, he's been profoundly disappointing. I'm just glad I never wrote that Orlando should have taken him over Dwight Howard.

(What?)

(I did?!?!?!?!?)

(Expunge that from my archives, ESPN.com editors! DO IT RIGHT NOW! I MEAN IT!)

But you, Fred Hickman, you must live with your shame!

I know "Deron Williams or Chris Paul?" is a legitimate debate.

So does everyone else.

A big concession from the guy who once wrote that Williams was the Stone Temple Pilots to Paul's Pearl Jam. But Paul's knee injury combined with another stellar Williams season ... I mean, if you were picking one of them for the next 12 years and your life depended on it, which one would you pick? Doesn't Williams seem like a safer bet to stay healthy and have Jason Kidd-like longevity? Why does Paul's missing meniscus worry me so much? (Same for you, Brandon Roy. You already had bad knees.) In February's trade-value column, I ranked Williams 10th, Derrick Rose ninth, Roy eighth and Paul seventh. Now? I think I'd go Roy 10th, then Paul, then Williams, then Rose (who's been playing out of his mind lately). Either way, R.I.P. for the Stone Temple Pilots joke. And for Paul's sake, let's hope this didn't turn into The Police (Paul) and U2 (Williams).

The Stone Temple Pilots/Pearl Jam thing isn't a joke. It's not funny, and it doesn't even make sense. And the Police/U2 is even worse, because the Police and U2 suck balls, while Paul and Williams are awesome.

(Important note: If Utah makes another conference finals this year, the debate swings in Williams' favor. I think it could have happened had the Jazz not lost the quietly rejuvenated Andrei Kirilenko down the stretch, which ended up costing them a No. 2 seed. Where does a Kirilenko injury swinging a conference finals prediction rank among the craziest things that happened this season? Above or below Kenyon Martin threatening everyone in Denver's locker room because J.R. Smith's chauffeur filled his Range Rover with buttered popcorn as an April Fool's prank? "I swear to God, man, when I find out who did this, I'm gonna put my mothaf---in' hands on y'all!" You're right; K-Mart was higher.)

I didn't even get a chance to answer, asshole.

I know Chauncey Billups needs to make the Hall of Fame Pyramid in the paperback edition of my basketball book.

Just the facts: 2004 Finals MVP ... seven straight conference finals appearances ... nine straight 50-win seasons (and counting) ... five straight All-Star appearances ... one second-team All-NBA, two third-team All-NBAs (and probably a third one coming) ... two-year peak: 18 points, three rebounds and seven assists per game, 43 percent 3-point shooting, 90 percent free throw shooting ... second-best player on a champ, best player on a Finals runner-up ... career: 39 percent 3-point shooting, 89 percent free throw shooting (seventh all-time) ... career playoff numbers: 18-4-6, 41 percent field goal shooting, 37 percent on 3s, 88 percent on free throws (133 games, not including this spring). At the very least, that's as good as Jo-Jo White. Speaking of the Pyramid ...

And I know you will shamelessly plug your book every chance you get.

I know Kevin Durant should finish second in the MVP voting.

That has nothing to do with the pyramid.

Only 21 years old, best player on a 50-win team, youngest scoring champ ever, clearly headed for phenomenal things ... I mean, shouldn't we just get it over with and sneak him into the Pyramid now? Won't the book look dumb in five years if he's missing? Before the 2007 draft, I wrote that Durant had "a legitimate chance to go down with Bird, Magic, MJ, Baylor, Oscar, West, Duncan, Pettit, Havlicek and every other great non-center who ever played in the National Basketball Association." It can no longer be called "a chance." It's going to happen unless he gets injured.

But he could still get injured. No one knows.

What we still can't figure out: his offensive ceiling. Of other modern players who averaged 30-plus points a game, LeBron's scoring average peaked in Year 3 (also at age 21), MJ peaked in Year 3 (age 24), Iverson peaked in Year 6 (age 26), Tracy McGrady peaked in Year 6 (age 24), Dominique Wilkins peaked in Year 7 (age 27), Bernard peaked in Year 8 (age 29), Ice peaked in Year 10 (age 28) and Kobe peaked in Year 10 (age 28). So we're all over the map. But unlike everyone we just mentioned, Durant makes a high percentage of 3s, gets to the line and makes a high percentage of free throws. Great white sharks are eating machines; Durant is a scoring machine. He was put on earth to score in basketball games. When Phoenix's Jared Dudley said on my podcast that Durant was the single toughest cover in the league, it didn't even seem outlandish. With LeBron, you can at least play off him and beg him to take dumb 3s. There are no outs with defending Durant. Play him tight, deny him the ball and hope for the best.

I bet he'll still try to figure it out.

So his ceiling becomes a question of simple math. Here were Durant's first three seasons:

2008: 20.3 PPG, 43.0% FG, 28.8% 3FG, 87.3% FT, 17.1 FGA, 2.6 3PA, 5.6 FTA.
2009: 25.3 PPG, 47.6% FG, 42.2% 3FG, 86.3% FT, 18.8 FGA, 3.1 3PA, 7.1 FTA.
2010: 30.1 PPG, 47.6% FG, 36.5% 3FG, 90.0% FT, 20.3 FGA, 4.3 3PA, 10.2 FTA.

If his ceiling is simple math, then you can figure it out, which is the complete opposite of what you just wrote.

Let's improve his 2009-10 season with five simple/realistic tweaks: three more shots, one more free throw, better 3-point shooting (up to 44 percent), more 3s and a better overall field goal percentage (up to 50 percent). Something like this:

52.0% FG, 44% 3FG, 92% FT, 23.5 FGA, 5.9 3PA, 11.2 FTA.

Let's tweak things we have no way of knowing will get tweaked in a similar manner, if at all!

According to those (realistic and not entirely far-fetched) numbers, Durant would make 2.7 3s (8.1 points), 10.3 free throws (10.3 points) and 9.3 2-pointers (18.6 points) per game.

According to those (realistic and not entirely far-fetched but completely made-up) numbers …
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That's 37 points a game. Jordan-Wilt Chamberlain territory. Without totally hogging the ball like 1987 Jordan (27.8 FGA, 11.9 FTA) or 2006 Kobe (27.2 FGA, 10.2 FGA).

You know, if this stuff I made up actually happens.

If Durant HOGGED the ball, got to the line and made his 3s? Forty a game. You heard me. He isn't wired that way and would never go there ... but let's just say that, when LeBron boasted he could win the scoring title every season if he wanted, he forgot about someone. Durant needs to be snuck into the Pyramid with an "assuming he doesn't get injured" caveat. There's just no other way.

There's just no other way what? I don't know what you're talking about.

I know Manu Ginobili's recent scoring explosion and a few big-time victories roped people into thinking the Spurs might not be done ... .

But I'm not buying it. Too old, too creaky, too many dumb injuries. Tim Duncan and Tony Parker haven't looked good in three months. I don't see it.

For the record, the Spurs are up 3 games to 1 against Dallas, the very definition of not being done.

I know Denver hasn't been the same since George Karl got sick.

And with reason. In the movies, Karl gets sick, the team rallies around him, he vows to come back for Round 2, he does and the team ends up winning the title. In real life, he gets sick, he vows to come back for Round 2, but the Nuggets can't make it out of Round 1 because Utah has a better team. I hate real life.

I hate real life too, but not because all the things I think I know aren't happening (except this one).

I know the Celtics are going to lose in Round 1

The Celtics are up 3-1, needing just one more win to not lose in Round 1, and it took a superhuman effort by Wade just to make it to a fifth game.

On Tuesday, I thought Dwyane Wade could beat by himself what I described in a recent e-mail as a "decrepit, non-rebounding, poorly coached, dispirited, excuse-making, washed-up sham of a contender" (admittedly, I was a little angry) … and that was before the Celtics tanked Game 82 on Fan Appreciation Night in a pathetic attempt to land Milwaukee in Round 1. Nope. They got Wade and Miami. The karma gods hate that crap. And that's what this season was: crap. The Celtics have been a .500 team for nearly four months. Everyone has a glazed, "As soon as we get eliminated, we get to start summer vacation, right?" look on their face, and if you could describe Garnett's bizarre clinging-to-the-past-and-not-getting-the-hint-that-he's-done-as-an-impact-player season with a movie character, it would absolutely be O'Bannion from "Dazed and Confused."

I repeat, the Celtics are up 3 games to 1.

All this shocked the die-hards who loved the 2008 and 2009 teams and never thought they'd become, for lack of a better word, weak. Yes, we won two years ago. Putting us well within my self-proclaimed five-year grace period -- see rule No. 12: "No fan can complain about a team that just won a title for five years" -- and making me a hypocrite for everything you read in the previous paragraph. Of anything I ever wrote, I regret the five-year grace period most. I created it three weeks after the Patriots won Super Bowl XXXVI, my first Boston title in 16 years. It had been so long since one of my teams won anything that I had forgotten what it felt like. So really, my creating rules for fans of championship teams was like Kate Moss releasing a manifesto for eating fatty foods. How the hell would I know?

Don't hold me accountable for things I did in the past … but you Fred Hickman, you must be reminded of all your past wrongdoings!

Here's what I learned from 2002-10 (six Boston titles in all): You can't stop being a sports fan just because your team won a title. Sports are all about the highs and lows. If you don't get swept up in them, you become detached, and eventually you won't care as much. Just because the Celtics won two years ago doesn't give them the right to embrace "Don't worry, we might not care now but we're gonna try in the playoffs" as their team mantra two years later, just like I shouldn't be obligated to accept their recent foibles out of some twisted sense of gratitude.

Despite what I wrote before.

I thought the Celtics played their fans this season. Don't rope us in with "ubuntu" for two years then turn your back on it like it was a kabbalah fad or something. Don't tell us to embrace "The New Big Three," then shop Ray Allen for eight months like he was a used car. Don't tell us our best forward's knee is fine when we see him limping. Don't blame the effort of your players after a loss when you played all 12 of them like they were Little Leaguers, or when you keep playing the one guy who exhibits no effort whatsoever without calling him out once. Don't sign a second center for big bucks, then act surprised when the incumbent center bristles about his playing time. So on and so on. It was an empty season filled with excuses, half-truths and false promises. Just because they won two years ago doesn't mean fans had to blindly condone it.

Yes, because I'm sure the Celtics, with their roster of three future Hall of Famers who also happened to add a title-winning center known for his defense and rebounding, were out to screw over their fans. That's why they're tanking in the playoffs. Only up 3-1! Ridiculous!

I once wrote that Miami's 2006 title run was like a group of guys in Vegas spending crazy money at dinner, having a great time, ordering dozens of dishes and drinks and never once worrying about the check

It wasn't.

… and the 2007 Miami season was like the 10 sobering minutes when the check arrives and nobody can believe the bill. The check just gets passed around so everyone can stare it in horror, then the one dude with an MBA grabs it and figures out what everyone owes, and you limp out of the restaurant saying, "I can't believe we just spent $250 apiece on dinner, I gotta hit an ATM," but it takes an extra 10 minutes to leave because somebody has to take a dump and somebody else thinks they have a chance with the waitress, so the rest of the guys are just clustered in the lobby, totally full, a little bit drunk, a little bit tired, trying to rally for a big gambling night but knowing they're about to get their asses kicked because you can never win in Vegas when you're drunk, full and tired.

But you sure as shit can in AC! (and soon Fishtown!)

Welcome to your 2009-10 Celtics postseason. The check has arrived. I hope I'm wrong.

You are. The Celtics are up 3-1.

I know Cavs-Mavericks is a smart Finals wager in Vegas

If you want to lose the money. The Mavs are down 3-1.

The good news for Mavs fans: great chemistry; fantastic free throw shooting; very good crunch-time scorer (Nowitzki); quality 3-point shooting; low turnovers; legitimate shot-blocking/rebounding thanks to the Brendan Haywood trade and Erick Dampier's contract year; some genuine toughness; home court through the first two rounds (and possibly Round 3 if L.A. chokes); and even a water-bug point guard who could bother the Parkers/Nashes for a few minutes per half (Roddy Beaubois).

The bad news: You're down 3-1 to a Spurs team that is supposed to be finished according to Simmons.

The bad news: no low-post scoring; too many jump shots; two or three guys who never want to shoot in crunch time unless they have to; a lack of athleticism (noticeable against lanky/young/athletic teams like OKC and Atlanta); too much J.J. Barea; any point guard with a first step can drink Jason Kidd's milkshake; any explosive 2-guard will single-handedly annihilate them (see: Ellis, Monta); and even though the Caron Butler trade was a no-brainer, he's a world-class ballstopper. In other words, when he gets the ball, everything stops. Hmmmmm … I have the ball … clear out for me … OK … hmmmmm … what move should I try?… maybe I'll dribble a few times … I hate guys like that.

Except that's not the real bad news. It's that you're down 3-1.

And yet, throw Kidd, Dirk, Haywood, Marion and Butler out there at crunch time, and that's a tough group of mother-you-know-whats. If Jason Terry catches fire for a half, even better. (Again, the steal was Haywood, playing in a contract year, with a vested interest to give a crap for two months before someone signs him for $40 million and he stops caring again. In a related story, this is why we need a lockout.) The key, as always: Nowitzki. You win the title when your best player plays better than everyone else's best player; Nowitzki's crunch-time performance this season, according to 82games.com (46.7 points per 48 minutes, 45.2% FG, 14.0 FTM, +98) was more efficient than anyone except LeBron (66.1 points per 48, 48.8 FG%, 21.0 FTM, +116).

I thought Butler was a world-class ballstopper? Color me confused.

Now look at these Finals matchup odds from Vegas (see sidebar). You're telling me a Cleveland-Mavs Finals is conceivable once every seven times? Please. It's too bad gambling isn't legal or I would have stepped in here.

And lost all my money.

WHAT CAN I PROVE

I can prove that Andrew Bogut's fluke injury was unfair

How on earth can you prove this?

Because it was.

That's not proof.

If that doesn't happen, Milwaukee grabs a 5-seed, "shocks" Boston in Round 1 and has everyone excitedly babbling about Brandon Jennings, the "Fear The Deer" crusade, John Salmons' homeless-guy beard and the similarities between Scott Skiles and Norman Dale. Life ain't fair.

You also can't prove that, and didn't even offer anything remotely resembling proof.

I can prove that Brandon Roy will miss the playoffs

No, you can't. Because he didn't. He came back already, and has played. So you can't prove it.

And he will.

No, he won't. Because he's already back, and has already played.

Too bad, because the Blazers had evolved into "grind-it-out, get stops, make you conform to their style, hell to play them at home" contenders after the Camby trade.

That's exactly what they've been doing this series, even before Roy came back.

The real shame is that we wasted Camby, who should have played a major role on a contender this spring and now looks like he's heading home after Round 1. He should blame OKC's Sam Presti for not trumping Portland's crappy offer for him under a foolish "Nah, that's fine, we're young, we don't need to do anything like that right now" rationale.

And he should have taken Steph Curry! But he made the right pick in Harden, probably.

I believe the opposite: You can never be too young to make a run when you have one of the best scorers alive. Why not now? What's the big deal? So you sacrifice expirings and a protected lottery pick to get Westbrook, Green, Ibaka, Harden and especially Durant some crunch-time playoff reps? That's a bad thing? You never know what might happen when someone starts getting reps.

Because, you know, the Thunder aren't getting any crunch-time playoff reps in their series with the Lakers, which is tied 2-2. If only Marcus Camby were here!

For instance, this season's "American Idol" has a kid named Tim Urban who looks like a "Beatlemania" extra. He made the final 24 only because someone else got booted for already having signed a record deal. He stayed a couple of extra weeks only because he was "cute" and young girls were voting for him. Then he nailed Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" and bought himself a couple of weeks. Last week and this week, he found his voice -- like a cross between Joe Jonas, Jason Mraz and 90 other people on Sirius' coffeehouse channel -- and for all we know, he might win this thing. I would have given it 1,000,000-1 odds about six weeks ago. You just never know what might happen until someone gets those reps.

This has absolutely nothing to do with the Thunder, the Blazers, Marcus Camby or basketball. And it's terribly out of place in a basketball column. I hate everything about that paragraph.

A good basketball example: 13.8 PPG, 5.2 APG, 3.4 RPG, 42.2% FG, 17 FTs, 5 games.

You know what those numbers were? Dwyane Wade's first playoff series, back in his rookie year (2004), when Miami upset New Orleans in five games. Nothing special, right?

Here was Wade's Round 2 against a really good Indiana team: 20.6 PPG, 5.9 APG, 4.4 RPG, 47.2% FG, 58 FTs, 7 games.

OK, what does this have to do with Marcus Camby? The Thunder are in the playoffs, getting their crunch-time reps in a 2-2 series against the defending champs! Where am I?

That Indiana series had a profound impact on Wade's development as a future superstar; he had his sea legs under him from Round 1, then he went out and did his thing. Two years later, they won a title. Anyway, I think there's a humongous difference between "getting your feet wet in the playoffs" and "doing damage in the playoffs." Oklahoma City could have accomplished both. Remember we had this conversation when Pau Gasol is abusing Nick Collison in a big playoff game next week because Serge Ibaka fouled out.

Oklahoma City is doing both. Right now. They're tied 2-2 with the defending fucking champs!

I can prove that the 2010 Orlando-Cleveland series will be different than the 2009 Orlando-Cleveland series

No, you can't, but I'm listening.

Wrote it before, I'll write it again: The 2009 Magic were kryptonite to the 2009 Cavs because of the Turkoglu/Lewis duo, which could only happen because of Dwight Howard's ability to handle the shot-blocking/rebounding by himself. Teams had someone to cover Turkoglu or Lewis, but not both of them. It just worked. Swapping Turkoglu for Vince squandered that trump card. Throw in Jamison, Shaq and LeBron's vengeance factor and this feels like a totally different series than last year. Of course …

Again, this is not proof. And Vince is a better player who is more difficult to cover than Turkoglu, even the Turkoglu from last year. It may feel totally different, but that doesn't mean the outcome will be totally different.

I can prove that you can't win four straight playoff series by relying on Vince Carter

Again, no you can't, but again, I'm (stupidly) listening.

You know why? Because he's Vince Carter! Ask the Nets' fans about him. Ask the Raptors' fans about him. They know.

For the millionth time, that's not proof. You mean tell me Vince Carter is Vince Carter? Get the fuck out of here! I think Simmons needs to look up the definition of proof. And opinion, while he's at it.

I can prove that Magic fans just muttered to themselves, "We don't need to rely on Vince to win four straight series -- we had a +12.2 point differential after the All-Star break, you jackass."

You've made it abundantly clear you can't prove anything, but they at least offer some proof to refute your lack of proof.

My counter to your muttering: Where are you going in the last three minutes of a tight game? Last spring, you cleared out for Hedo and let him create shots for himself or someone else. Worked all the way to the Finals. What about this spring? Dwight Howard takes 10 shots a game and disappears down the stretch. According to 82games.com, Howard averaged 16.0 crunch-time points per 48 minutes, such a staggeringly low number that Al Horford (17.0) and Udonis Haslem (23.9) topped him, Andrew Bogut (16.0) tied him and Joakim Noah (15.6) nearly tied him. And that's fine. He was still the third-most valuable player in the league. (At least in my opinion.) But you can't win in the playoffs without someone creating quality shots in the last four minutes.

Vince Carter can do that. So can Rashard Lewis. And Jameer Nelson.

So where's it coming from? Jameer Nelson has slipped since his shoulder injury last season.

Except right now. He absolutely dominated in the first-round series against Charlotte.

Lewis' numbers have fallen off without Turkoglu.

That doesn't mean he still can't do the job.

That leaves Vince.

Which is a pretty good option.

Is anyone buying this? What happens the first time someone gives him a hard playoff foul on a drive? What happens if he tweaks his ankle and has to play through pain? What happens if he has menstrual cramps? (Jokes! I'm joking. Stop it. Settle down.) What happens (hypothetically) in a Game 6 in Charlotte or Atlanta, with Orlando trailing three games to two and facing a giant upset, tie game, two minutes to play, win or go home? Who gets the ball? Who takes over? Who is everyone looking at and saying, "Save us?" That's right … Vince Carter. The most disappointing superstar of his generation.

Yes, because this



and this



and this



and this



and these



were all just flukes.

You might be an optimist. You might believe in redemption. You might believe that, after A-Rod, Manning, Duke and Kobe, the thought of Vince Carter being the top creator on an NBA champ isn't far-fetched.

Especially since he's hit so many game-winners in his career.

I am a pessimist. At least when Vince is involved. Even though he's playing for his most talented team ever, I can prove he will destroy them in the end. Why? Because he's Vince Carter.

Good fucking god, this is not proof. Stop using that word.

Did you miss the past 12 years or something?

Nope, but you seemed to miss those buzzer-beaters he's hit.

Why do you think Orlando got him for 20 cents on the dollar?

Because New Jersey is dumb? And was clearing cap space for LeBron?

Why do you think Toronto fans still jeer him lustily even though he left six years ago?

Because he doesn't play hockey?

Why do you think Kidd pushed for a trade to Dallas?

Because Mark Cuban is an awesome owner to play for, and you know, New Jersey sucks.

Orlando fans, remember we had this conversation when there's a big playoff game in a few weeks and Vince is rolling around on the floor like he's been shot as you're screaming, "Get up! GET UP, VINCE! HE BARELY FOULED YOU! IT'S GAME 7! GET THE EFF UP!!!!!!!!!!!!"

When you write a column, it's not a conversation. No one else gets to respond. Though I'm trying.

I can prove that the Disease of More exists

For instance, the more money you get to write a sports column, the lazier you become, the more tired your ideas get and more full of yourself you get.

Our latest example: the 2009-10 Los Angeles Lakers. Just a classic year-after season, highlighted by Kobe grimly refusing to give up shots because he can smell the faint fumes of Karl Malone's scoring record; Gasol griping about Kobe's shot selection; Odom cruising through the season with "I just got paid and I just got married" intensity; Bynum griping about his minutes; Ron Artest launching a reality show; Farmar pressing because he's in a contract year; and the utterly amazing fact that DJ Mbenga has a publicist. You win a title, you get soft and everyone wants more: more shots, more money, more minutes, more everything. That's why Pat Riley called it the "Disease of More." That's why Bill Russell once wrote, "it's much harder to keep a championship than to win one."

The Lakers finished the regular season with the best record in the West and the third best record in the entire NBA.

Look, I know it's confusing as hell that a team as loaded as the Lakers might not make the Finals. Just know that we have decades of NBA evidence to back this up: You can't win without chemistry. Which reminds me …

Just know these things. Like I do. I can prove it. Without any proof.

I can prove that chemistry matters

No, you can't but go ahead.

Group 1 (has it): Cleveland, Oklahoma City, Dallas, Atlanta, Portland, Milwaukee, San Antonio and Phoenix.

Group 2 (doesn't have it): Boston, Los Angeles.

Group 3 (unclear): Orlando, Utah, Miami, Charlotte, Chicago, Denver.

You cannot prove any of this.

Those are the 16 playoff teams. Thought that was interesting. We're clearly gravitating toward some sort of Chemistry Era.

An era that doesn't even exist!

A great example: Wednesday night, Phoenix at Utah. If the Suns lose, they land a 4-seed and a preferable matchup with Denver (which plays an open style that favors Phoenix). If they win, they jump to a 3-seed and a tougher matchup with Portland (more size, slowdown style, great crowd). General manager Steve Kerr heads to the locker room that night thinking, "We should bench the older guys [Nash and Hill], play our subs and settle for the 4-seed." What happens? Everyone wants to play. Better yet, they're excited to play. Kerr talks it over with Alvin Gentry; they decide to go for it and end up winning by 20. In their euphoric locker room afterward, Grant Hill tells Kerr the Suns have better chemistry than any team he's ever played for. And he means it.

And if a Duke player says it, it must be true. Just ask Mike Dunleavy about how honest Elton Brand is.

Those are the stories I need to hear about my title contenders.

Like the 2001-02 Lakers. Chemistry out the ass. Just ask Kobe how it tastes.

As far as I can tell, only six teams have a chance to win the title: Cleveland (the favorite); Dallas, Los Angeles and Orlando (the contenders); Utah (the wild card) and Phoenix (the people's choice).

Except every team that makes the playoffs has a chance. That's why they play the games.

If this truly was a Chemistry Season, that means Cleveland would play the winner of the Dallas-Phoenix Round 2 series in the Finals.

Dallas is down 3-1 to the Spurs. And what makes the Mavs have more chemistry than a San Antonio team with its three core players still playing together for years?

Up until Robin Lopez got hurt, I would have picked Phoenix mostly because of Nash and Amare Stoudemire, who quietly spent the past three months becoming the guy who torched Duncan in the 2005 playoffs again. If Lopez can come back for Round 2, this is Nash's best chance for a title. My favorite subplot of the playoffs. See …

Robin Lopez gives Steve Nash his best chance to win a title. Got it.

I can prove that Steve Nash was a worthy No. 4 MVP choice this year

Name me a star player with a harder job this season.

Dwyane Wade.

His shooting guard went into a funk for half the season. His sixth man missed half the year. His meal-ticket power forward obsessed over his own future for three months and nearly got dumped at the deadline. He's had two starting centers, and just when the second one was hitting his stride he got knocked out indefinitely. He had to carry the offense in crunch time for half the season (his 82games.com "clutch" numbers: 43.4 points per 48 minutes, compared to 27.5 for Amare); not really his game, and besides, he's too freaking old to do that. Or at least, he should be. None of it mattered. Phoenix won 54 games and has the most momentum of any Western team heading into the playoffs.

It must have been the chemistry!

The Suns' season could have fallen apart at a bunch of different points. It never did. Nash gets the credit. I remember hearing he re-signed last summer for three more years and thinking, "Why the hell would he do that?" The Suns seemed like a sinking ship. In America, we're used to superstars who find themselves stuck on a sinking ship, then bolt for greener pastures or selfishly demand a trade without considering the ramifications of that request. (Basically, they just announced to their teammates, "I don't think you guys are good enough to play with me." The situation immediately becomes irreparable. They don't care. They just want to leave. It's like self-sabotage.) Nash never would have done that. He's Canadian. He's loyal. He's the leader. Leaders are supposed to lead.

What does the fact that he's Canadian have to with it? Answer: Nothing. At all.

So he stayed, and he led, and they followed, and now they're here.

I thought it was his greatest season because of the degree of difficulty: Thirty-six-year-olds shouldn't be milking their statistical primes (16.5 PPG, 11.0 APG, 51% FG, 43% 3FG, 94% FT, unprecedented numbers for a point guard his age), performing open-heart surgery on teammates (in this case, Amare) and turning fringe playoff teams into explosive contenders. As recently as this winter, Steve Nash probably thought his Finals chances had come and gone, remembered the bad breaks in 2005 (Joe Johnson's broken face), 2006 (Amare's knee), 2007 (the suspensions) and 2008 (Duncan's 3), then said to himself, "I wish I could press the RESET button and get one more chance." Consider it pressed.

It's like when the Madden computer says, "No way you're going to win this game," makes you fumble a million times, so you press the reset button.

Either way, his brilliant 2010 season reinvented him historically. Now we're looking at a career.

If Steve Nash retired last season, we still would have looked at his career in awe. It didn't reinvent shit. It just confirmed that Steve Nash is all sorts of good, which we already knew.

Ten straight top-notch years, nine 50-win seasons, two MVPs (whether you agreed with the choices or not), seven All-Star games, three first-team All-NBAs, the best shooting percentages in the history of the point guard position, and pole position for the "guard everyone in his generation would have loved playing with most" contest over Kidd.

Without this season, we would have never even seen that "career."

A Finals appearance would be the cherry on the Steve Nash First-Ballot Hall of Famer Sundae. As always, stay tuned.

And watch all my predictions/truths fall by the wayside!