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Recap: Orlando 101, Cleveland 95

February 21st, 2010

Perhaps it’s ridiculous to post my first ever recap in reaction to a loss to Orlando, a team I despise, and during our first three game losing streak since W. was president, but I’ve got to do it. I’m fuming, and I’m tired of seeing us walk down the court whenever Orlando has some momentum.

Where is our transition offense? Is all this because we caused a karmic earthquake and traded Z? Where’s the sense of urgency?

True, we’re up by a few games in the Eastern Conference. We’re learning how to play together. We’re getting Mo back, and now we’ve got to work Jamison in, and everybody is looking for what their role is on the team. I guess, in conclusion, we’re back at the beginning of the season.

Jamison responded with some measured aggression in the 3rd quarter, probably causing J.J.’s heart to break. If Antawn doesn’t get into foul trouble, or if we’re in Cleveland and Howard gets called for that charge in the 4th quarter, this game goes down to the buzzer. But he did get the foul called, and the only reason Orlando was able to gain the momentum it did was because we started to double team Howard. Once we do that, well, I think every Cavs fan knows Orlando’s offense after that. Swing…swing…drive a little…swing, swing, knock down a three.

I don’t care who is guarding Howard, they need to do it alone. And if they’re beat, they need to foul him…hard. As much as I enjoy Van Gundy’s commentating, he’s clearly dissecting Orlando’s problems a helluva lot more than Cleveland. To help his brother? Possibly. And how he got on Vince Carter’s case for the ENTIRE 4th quarter reeked, to me, of some kind of agenda for lighting a fire under Carter’s ass for the rest of the season, which is exactly what SVG wants. Anyway, he was right about fouling hard, even if he was meaning Orlando foul Shaq.

The Cavs are in a rare position where they can overpower and disrupt Howard. Make him not have fun. That’s the goal. If he gets sour, then he’ll stop playing with the carefree attitude that makes Orlando so dangerous. They thrive on lightness, rhythm, pace. The Cavs, when the playoffs come, will need Shaq, Varejao, Powe, and Z (please God come back Z…), to hammer him inside. And they need to do it without ANY help. That’s 24 possible fouls.

FOR THE FUTURE…

I hope Brown will use this starting lineup for a while: Lebron, Jamison, Shaq, Mo, and Hickson. Perhaps this seems a little bizarre and forward-heavy, but in order to beat the top 3 teams (Orlando, Boston, L.A.) in the league, we’re going to have to match up with them size-wise.  I want to keep Parker in the starting line-up, because he is a coach’s player, but he wouldn’t be boxing out a big man on rebounds, and Hickson, despite his brain farts, is a very ambitious rebounder and a talented leaper.

It will be up to Mo and Lebron to create tempo, and this is the most important part for the Cavs. They must, must, must, capitalize off misses and run the floor. Once we made the mistake of doubling Howard in the 4th quarter today, we lost all rhythm and walked up the court and ran set offenses that Orlando will just eat up.

I’ll end on this, and I promise, in the future, my recaps will be more organized. I just had to get these thoughts down.

Maybe Lebron doesn’t need to play point guard, but he needs to work together with Mo and speed up the offense. He’s not doing that right now. As with every single Cavs player right now, they are confused with their roles. Lebron has a choice right now, and he knows all this: Tell Mo you’ll run the offense and turn Mo more into a Ray Allen run off screens kind of player, or…well, there is no other or. I believe this needs to happen. This is the last evolution of Lebron’s game. He needs to become a true point-forward. He needs to keep the tempo going, because it slowed to a halt in the 4th quarter.

Did the Cavaliers Ever Want Stoudemire?

February 20th, 2010

The following is a pretend Conversation Between Cavs GM Danny Ferry and Suns GM Steve Kerr

(Supposedly, Kerr and Ferry had lunch during the All-Star Break in Dallas, Texas. Since neither GM had yet to complete a trade…the Cavs ‘wanting’ Stoudemire, and the Suns ‘wanting’ something in return…perhaps it could be imagined that their lunchtime conversation went something like this…)

*Pre-Note to Reader: Danny Ferry and Steve Kerr were Cavaliers teammates between 1990-1992. They both came off the bench, and remain good friends to this day.

Danny Ferry: Steve, good to see you.

Steve Kerr: Danny, always a pleasure. It’s nice to have a face-to-face lunch.

DF: I hear you. I’m a slave to my phone. But you did get my last message, right?

SK: Yeah…Hickson, some money, and a first rounder?

DF: And maybe Varejao…

SK: You’re kidding, right? I mean, I know it looks like we’re desperate, but seriously, if I trade Shaq and Stoudemire in the span of a year to the same team  for what basically turns out to simply J.J. Hickson and a ton of cash, there’ll be fan mutiny. I mean, how good is Hickson, really?

DF: You’re asking me?

SK: Yeah, friend-to-friend. Bench warmer to bench warmer.

DF: Well, he can dunk.

SK: Obviously. And he hangs on the rim all the time. Can you tell him to stop that? What does he think that is, his signature?

DF: Give the young kid a break. He’s got talent. Lebron really likes him.

SK And you’re giving him to me?

DF: (Sarcastically) See how sweet a deal this is?

(They laugh, drink, check their phones…)

DF: Look, Steve, I’m going to be flat out honest with you. We actually don’t want Amare at all.

SK: I know.

DF: You do?

SK: Of course. This has worked out great, so let’s keep doing it. You offer me horrible trade deals, I pretend to almost pull the trigger, and other teams sweeten their deals. Hell, you got the Wizards on a string right now.

DF: (chuckles) Yeah, I know. First we beat the crap out of them for years in the playoffs and now we might be taking their best player. That’s got to sting.  Hell, we might even get to keep J.J.

SK: Seriously?

DF: Yep. They’re scared shitless about you giving us Amare. (pause…leans in, smiling) So, let me get this on the record…you’re very seriously considering our most recent deal?

SK: (mocks a serious businessman) Oh, we are veeeeery interested.

(They laugh, more drinking, more phone checking)

DF: I don’t even know why people think we should get Amare. I mean, sure he’s young, but do they actually think he’ll want to stay in Cleveland and live in Lebron’s shadow? Plus he doesn’t even stretch the defense, or play much defense for that matter.

SK: That’s our system, Dan. He can play defense, but, when it comes to stats, we’re kind of like the Colorado Rockies of the NBA, if you get what I mean.

(Ferry checks his Blackberry. His eyes widen)

DF: Wow, that was fast.

SK: What?

DF: It’s on the news we’re having lunch.

SK: So how long do you want to play this out?

DF: How about, around the 17th, you send out some hints that you are intrigued about the Hickson deal.

SK: I’ll get death threats, but it’s fine. (smiles tiredly). You know, Dan, you don’t want to be in my shoes. I’ve got a team that’s entertaining as hell. Everybody loves them, so if I trade Amare, I’m the bad guy, because I’m getting nothing in return. If I don’t do anything, I’m not helping the team get better.

DF: It’s a mad world out there, Steve.

(They eat for a while)

SK: You got Jamison in the bag, right?

DF: Just need ‘em to be freaked enough to do it without Hickson.

SK: Dan, (pretending to be serious) I will, deeply consider your offer.

The Dark Chasm of Despair (1994-2003)

February 13th, 2010

Perhaps it was the new innovations of graphic design on personal computers, but the Cavs chose what many Clevelanders believe to be the ugliest uniform in the history of professional sports to start their new season. And they also chose to leave behind the backwoods of Northeast Ohio and the Richfield Coliseum to play in what would be called Gund Arena (not to be mistaken for a Godzilla nemesis). There, fans were treated to an electrically bright blue court, new pyrotechnics, and the slowest basketball team to ever crawl up and down a court.

If you’ve ever seen the beginning of the movie Office Space, where Peter is stuck in traffic and has to watch an old man with a walker pass by him at 1mph, then you might be able to grasp the speed of coach Mike Fratello’s offense. From 1994-1999, the Cleveland Cavaliers mastered the act of stalling, lulling other teams (and fans) into a 24-second hypnosis. The only way to fully prove this is to list the point total of the 47-35 1996 Cavs playoff team, who lost 3-0 to a New York Knicks team: Game 1: 83, Game 2: 80, Game 3: 76.

For years, the Cavs drank their Fratello milk and waltzed into the playoffs with a microscopic margin of error. Constantly, we’d hear the same old lines: We need to cut down on turnovers. We can’t make mistakes! For five years, Terrell Brandon and company were not allowed to have big games. They simply weren’t.

During this half-decade of fossilized memories, I watched Fratello neutralize any kind of flaunting athleticism in favor of roboticised playmaking. As I tried to make my basketball team (cut 7th, 8th, and 9th grade), I watched as even the high school coach adopted this style of defense, defense, defense. I clung to rare moments like these and thought to myself: You see, the NBA still has a place for shooters. Don’t give up. But the Fratello offense, and my high school offense refused to give in to anything resembling ‘flash’. I watched from the bench during JV games, as Cuyahoga Falls High School emulated five grandpas going up the court, making passes until their dentures fell out. Then I’d go home and watch Fratello do the same thing with men blessed with skills I could only dream of having.

Nothing seemed fair. When the 1997 All-Star game came to Cleveland, I felt as if fans had been brainwashed by this playing style. As the top players in the league came into our town, I wanted to run over to them and say Help our city! You see, it’s our coach. He’s a good coach…it’s just, well, we’ve won over 40 games the past few years, and we’ve made the playoffs a few times, but it’s all fake! You gotta believe me! Help us be exciting again.

I respect Mike Fratello. To me, he symbolized a co-worker that’s really good at never making mistakes and never draws attention to himself. He perfected the art of mediocrity, and to his credit, it kept him employed.

Following the 1999 strike, Fratello moved on, and I went to college. The Cavs entered a new kind of darkness, one filled with sub-30 win seasons. It’s as if the franchise had been paralyzed for years and were just now getting their legs back.

And in 2003, with the luck of a wind-whipped ping pong ball, the Cavs became relevant again…

Celebration Dipped in Heartbreak (1983-1994)

February 13th, 2010

In an attempt to distance himself from the Stepien demolition, Gund changed the colors of the team to orange and blue, and, in honor of his muscular legs (or to be more fan-friendly) shortened the Cavaliers to Cavs on their uniform. It’s the equivalent of John Irving selling out and writing a cozy mystery novel, but the fans appreciated it. After being alienated for years, they started to come back. Plus, the Cavs had added an acrobatic player by the name of World B. Free, a consistent 22 ppg wizard with a ball.

Despite the Extreme Makeover, the Cavs punched in 83-84 with a 28-54 record. The next year they managed, out of sheer conference suckiness, to sneak into the playoffs with a 36-46 record and win a game. In 85-86, they took a step backward and won 29 games.

Gund was frustrated. The last thing he wanted was for his team to be spinning their tires, turning in 25-35 win seasons without ever taking a risk. But in 1986, Gordon Gund rolled the dice hardcore…if that’s possible.

-Consider the top 5 minute players on the 85-86 team:

Roy Hinson

World B. Free

John Bagley

Mel Turpin

Phil Hubbard

-And then the 86-87 team:

John ‘Hot Rod’ Williams

Phil Hubbard

Ron Harper

Brad ‘Wham with the Right Hand’ Daugherty

John Bagley

Gund set free World B. Free (sorry, couldn’t help myself) and managed to nab a short white guy who could shoot a sweet free throw by the name of Mark Price. He played off the bench his rookie year. But by the 87-88 season, he was the leader of the Cavs, famously pulling up on fast-breaks to shoot a three, which he made at a near 50% mark. The 87-88 team would end up winning 42 games and helped push away the cloudy days of Cavs mediocrity by almost beating the Chicago Bulls and a young determined Michael Jordan. No, 87-88 was not the year of ‘The Shot’. It merely set the stage, like a play that introduced its cast of characters.

I’ll approach this horrific moment through film. Hopefully you have seen Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. There’s a scene, where Harrison Ford cuts the rope to a flimsy bridge, and the native, voodoo tribe hangs on for dear life as they are all slammed into the side of a cliff, some falling down into water rich with alligators ready to eat your face off. Now, Harrison Ford manages to hang on, and climbs up the bridge, where he attempts to take back some funky jewel from the head voodoo guy. This intense-eyed voodoo guy is famous for plunging his hand into people’s chest and ripping their hearts out. But Harrison Ford is able to push back voodoo guy’s hand. But, tragically, the 88-89 Cleveland Cavaliers weren’t able to fight off voodoo guy (Jordan). In the Cavalier’s movie, their heart is ripped out, and for the next five years they fell from that bridge, and in 92-93 were eaten by an alligator (Jordan again…okay, I’ll stop the analogy) despite finishing with 57 wins. Watch those two clips at your own peril. I would know…

I was eight years old and absolutely obsessed with basketball during that first Shot. I remember sitting in the living room with my mother, poised on the edge of the couch. When Jordan’s shot rattled in, and Craig Ehlo tragically tumbled onto the sideline, a part of me died, even though I was busy playing Nintendo and memorizing stats most of the time.  Still, that shot sent shockwaves through me, and sometimes, when I talk to other Cavalier fans around that time, I can see the sadness in their eyes when The Shot is brought up. It’s as if we were soldiers in a war together, bonded by tragedy. Perhaps you noticed it in the first Miracle of Richfield clip. Cleveland fans are basketball crack addicts.

Unfortunately, outside of Cleveland, the Price, Nance, Daugherty, Ehlo, and Hot Rod years will be remembered more for the evolution of Jordan’s superstardom than for a half-decade of selfless team basketball. By 1994, the Cavs had established a new identity: Above-average, playoff-bound team with zero chance of winning a championship. Indeed, it was a clear improvement from 1983, but for Cleveland, things would only get harder for the next ten years…





 
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