Our New Up-Tempo Offense

July 15th, 2010

Up-Tempo offense requires each player to know their roles. Easier said than done.

You can see the two extreme styles at play in the NBA today by looking at the Phoenix Suns and Golden State Warriors. Of course, the Suns style has been the most successful, while the Warriors have often struggled to win games since losing Baron Davis a couple years back to the Los Angeles Clippers. Still…I think it’s important to analyze these two teams before getting all warm and fuzzy thinking about the Cavaliers scoring 110 a game.

The Phoenix Suns last season had two teams in one, and all of them knew exactly what they were supposed to do. As Alvin Gentry stated, their best opportunities to score were off missed shots. Get the rebound, and get down the court.

A typical Suns possession would be Nash up top, two wings, and two on the block, one of them staying down low or setting a pick for Nash, the other setting screens or setting up in the middle in order to get the ball flowing. This all works because of Nash, who is able to see when someone on the defense is leaning one way, or is flat-footed, or is too committed to one side. Nash, if you watch him closely, is almost always fluid. He is continuously moving. Even when he shoots, it’s only until the last second that he decides to spot up. Never will you see Nash take a breath before taking a shot.

Without an all-seeing point guard, you have……………………

The Golden State Warriors…or the Memphis Grizzlies a few years back. The Warriors style relies on what’s called ‘Nellie ball’. Basically, while you have the same pace as the Suns, players have even more freedom to create. Nellie ball needs the point guard to find excellent, lopsided, one-on-one situations in which they can score quickly and get back on defense. To ask a team to, night in and night out, find mismatches in transition is asking a lot, but, if executed properly, can wreak havoc in the playoffs…case in point when the Warriors upset a 60-win Dallas Mavericks team in the first round (6 games). Nellie ball hangs around only because it gets even better in the playoffs. The regular season, however, will always be complicated. Don Nelson’s system is perfect when his team gets to sink their teeth into a team for a seven-game series, but on back-to-backs, it’s absolute hell.

As for the Cleveland Cavaliers, the way their roster is at this point, I would have to point at the Suns as a model, because most of the players we will keep after this Summer of Sedation know how to compromise more than create. When you play behind a giant’s shadow, you find a way to give yourself some light.

Mo Williams: Now this guy has gotten some pretty unfair criticism, but if there is ever a season for him to lead a team, it’s this one. In hindsight, I now see Mo’s first half in game 6 in a completely different light. Did he know something? Probably not, but I have a feeling he could feel something off with Lebron and decided to take it into turbo. Of course when Boston’s defense collapsed on him in the 2nd half, there was no one really to keep up his pace.

Mo’s career will be defined this year. Scott is going to give him the keys. There are times when I see he has court vision and creates incredible opportunities for other players. Of course I’ve also seen more of him scoring, which makes me wonder what he will choose this coming year. No matter which he chooses, this is the year Mo has career highs in scoring and assists. He is the Cavs engine, and it’s going to be a lot of fun watching him keep the pace up, because I assume, from his f-u first half in game 6, he wants his foot on the accelerator.

Now, after Mo drives to the lane, he will need set-up shooters, naturally. We’ve got Antawn Jamison waiting on one side, and possibly Anthony Parker on the other. Both of them, particularly Parker, love to spot up. Jamison can be successful both ways, but I think Mo will learn what Antawn wants and vice versa as the season goes on.

J.J. will be the man setting the pick for Mo to get around his man. If there’s one thing J.J. is already a polished veteran in, it’s rolling to the basket. He is turning more and more into a self-contained Amare Stoudemire. The only difference is that no coach is going to let him go through his career without learning how to play defense. Mr. Hickson will be just fine, and this new offense is going to make him one happy camper.

So naturally, that leaves us with center, that wonderful position normally reserved for two kinds of men, depending on your team. The huge dude down low who knows exactly what’s going on, but simply can’t get younger. (Shaq). Or the high-energy player who is overmatched when it comes to defending the giants of the league (Varejao). Either way, you give up something at the five. We’ll give up pace if we re-sign Shaq, and we’ll give up size if we start Varejao. This is what made the Suns so unstoppable last season. Channing Frye turned them into some kind of amoeba-like, three-point bombing squad. This is the biggest hole the Cavaliers need to address. I would love Varejao to finally get some flashy respect and start, but I love him even more coming off the bench, when the starting five are dragging because of a brutal back-to-back.

So, this is where I leave it. We’ve got shooters coming off the bench (Gibson…could use one more). And we have a pretty solid starting five. We just have to decide how fast we want our center to play. Whoever the Cavaliers choose in these coming months will dictate whether we crumble like the Golden State Warriors, or expand like the Phoenix Suns.

The Championship Will Taste Even Sweeter

July 9th, 2010

Ladies and Gentlemen, the starting five for your 2010-2011 Cleveland Cavaliers. Let it be so. Of course, there may be changes, but here it is…

PG: Mo Williams

SG: Delonte West (let’s hope…)

SF: Antawn Jamison

PF: J.J. Hickson

C: Zydrunas Ilgauskas (also hoping…) or Shaq

Key backups: Anderson Varejao, Daniel Gibson, Anthony Parker, Jamario Moon

I can hear the criticisms already. Backcourt’s too short. Not enough size and strength in the frontcourt. Where’s the versatility? And you’re probably right, but if there is one thing this team can have, it’s this: Pride. A giant chip on their shoulder. Can’t win without Lebron? Well we’ll just see about that. I absolutely cannot wait to root for this team like no other team before. I WANT the Miami Teats in the playoffs, first round. Because there will be that one game at home, game 3, where he will have to come back home, where everyone in the entire arena will be swinging elbow braces, signs that read: WITNESS REVENGE.

I want to see Byron Scott firing up the crowd after an alley-oop dunk from Mo to J.J. Lebron, hands on his hips, yelling at Bosh and Wade to cut after he has found a way to slowly transform them into puppets of Le-Iso, South Beach Style.

I want to see Delonte West dye the white talcum powder black, stand up on the scorer’s table, and unleash a black cloud of Cleveland anger. You DO NOT go on national television and screw over Cleveland.

I want to see Z change his uniform number to 23, then, when the season’s over and he possibly retires, we’ll retire both his numbers in a lavish ceremony on ESPN 2, with all proceeds going to Zydrunas Ilgauskas and the charity of his choice.

I want to see J.J. dunk two handed after Lebron tries to track him down from full-court, then shake his head slowly at him. “I’m Cleveland…bitch.”

I want to see Mo Williams block a Lebron fade away, followed by a finger wag.

I want to see Lenny Wilkens courtside, standing with his arms crossed. Whenever Lebron scores, I want him shaking his saintly head in absolute disgust. “For shame, Lebron. For shame,” his eyes say.

I want to see Mike Brown holding up a sign from the stands. “You make them fire me and then leave? We are so not friends anymore.”

More than anything in the history of my basketball-loving life, I want to see Dan Gilbert on the NBA Finals podium. I want him to say, with a shoulder shrug. “Welp…guess we didn’t really need him. Fans? Drinks on me!”  The man who refused all sign and trades, the man who released a rant and called Lebron a quitter.  Was it too impulsive? No…because sports are about passion, they are about pure reaction. People will say Gilbert showed no class in what he said and what he is accusing James of. Sorry, folks, but if we’re not allowed to react naturally to being stung on national television, why do we breathe? (But we aren’t animals. People should calculate their emotions and measure their responses…Lebron worked hard for us for seven years.) Wow…you’re right, so what should we do? Humbly count our lucky stars for getting a chance to watch him? Bow to him? Throw him roses? Lace the public with professional jargon that hides our true feelings? I don’t think so…

So….is it shallow to base an entire season on the revenge of one player? I don’t know…is it shallow to break the hearts of an already broken city (on TV!) after saying how badly you want to win a championship there?

Cavs fans. Now, more than ever before, I am happy to have created this website. It is time for us all to galvanize. It is time to break the chain of victimhood that has continuously plagued such an awesome city. It is time for the team to show how paralyzed it was under a Lebron-led (coach-assisted) offense, and how liberated it will feel under a Byron Scott ‘Showtime’ offense.

It’s time for the real Cleveland Cavaliers to take over, and it’s time for the real Cavs fans to help them.

The Lebron James Era…..Fade to Black. Let the New Era begin.

Questions

May 15th, 2010

It was too difficult to write an instant response about the Cavs-Celtics series. Game 5 and Game 6 seem like a fractured nightmare, unrelated to the season we’d been enjoying.  The fact that the Cavaliers gave up with a minute and a half to go, down by 9, makes me wonder why I cared for so many months about a team, who, when things got intense, decided to lay down and die. The shocking lack of effort from the Cavaliers in Game 5 and 6 border on conspiratorial. That needs to be said. If a poll question were to occur with this sentence: “Was there a suspicious lack of effort from the Cavaliers in Games 5 and 6?” I’m sure there would be a greater majority answering yes. When Delonte West threw a pass against the backboard in Game 6 after jumping and finding only lazy cutters to the lane, I knew then we were toast. The team had given up on each other, on the coach, on the season, on being winners.

Cavaliers fans need answers from the players and coaches. Full answers. Complete answers. Otherwise, how can we ever believe in this kind of team again? It’s as if we were led up Everest by a group of professional guides, only, near the top, they said to us: “This is a good enough view, we’re going back down.”

Was it Mike Brown? Was it Lebron not wanting the ‘Cleveland Experience’ anymore? Was it player A hating player B? Was it the pressure? Was it ‘outside’ pressure? The Celtics are a team who don’t make mistakes in the playoffs, and they are indeed discplined, tough, and quite talented, but to lay an egg after dismantling a team 124-95, reeks of internal conflict.

I’m tired of people also saying that Lebron did not get enough help. Lebron, you dominate the ball. The only way you’re able to get into a rhythm is if you have the ball in your hands for a long period of time. Perhaps 10 seconds on the shot clock. Yes, you pass off to teammates, you get your assists, but you control the entire possession. Please, pick a position (preferably point guard) and BECOME that position. You need a ROLE. Your teammates need to see you have a role, so they know how to play off of you. You’re not Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins, playing many instruments at once, you are one person of five. And each part must harmonize with the other. Maybe you realized this in game 5, and chose to be a small forward and nothing but a small forward. But, sadly, that is not what that particular team was used to. That kind of change can only occur in the offseason. No matter where you go, please, choose a position and dominate it. If you don’t, you will forever be a regular season god who gets double-teamed in the playoffs. Oh, and find a coach who refuses to believe you are great. Find a coach who takes you for granted and treats you like shit. Find a coach who believes you are nothing but a failure. Find a coach who doesn’t want to have fun. Only then will you win, and only then will people start to understand you…if that’s what you want.

You can find this in Cleveland, by the way.

The Cleveland Massacre (120-88 L)

May 12th, 2010

Where is Our Team?

I’ve been a Cleveland Cavaliers fan ever since moving to Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio in 1987. I grew up watching those Daugherty, Price, Nance, Ehlo, and Hot Rod years. Every year they were a solid, all-around team coached by Lenny Wilkens, a man who put complete faith in his team and brought a calmness and wisdom to his actions. Yes, every year it seemed like we lost to the Bulls, or Michael Jordan, but I always admired how hard they worked to keep those games close. If there’s one thing Michael Jordan would say about those Cavs teams, it would be this: They tried as hard as they could.

In my years of sports watching and playing, I’ve bore witness to athletes whose minds were out the door before the season even ended. It happened to me my senior year of college, playing my final week of tennis matches. The fire had gone out of me. Forgive me for comparing myself to world-class athletes, but each of us knows that feeling when our heart is not into doing something. That can happen to anyone, and it’s currently happening to Lebron James.

Game Five was a massacre on so many levels, an event us Cleveland fans did not deserve. When Charles Barkley compared the Cavaliers to the Atlanta Hawks during halftime, I had a feeling we were toast. There are so many reasons being floated around as to why Game 5 happened the way it did. Here’s the list below. I added a few…

1)       The Cavaliers have stopped believing in Mike Brown.

2)       Lebron is hiding an intense elbow injury

3)       The elbow injury is not severe, but the mental damage it has caused a once invincible Lebron is.

4)       Players are upset about rotations, especially since there is no  set ‘bench’. This might support reason number 1.

5)       A scandal of some kind…

Personally, I lean toward number 1, because nothing destroys the soul of a team more than losing faith in their leader. Watching Al Gentry fuse the Suns into a well-oiled machine of rhythm and beauty, one can see first-hand the benefits of a respected coach. The Hawks gave up on Mike Woodson this year. The Orlando Magic are excellent, but the Atlanta Hawks played like shadows. The Denver Nuggets care very much for George Karl, but winning without him perhaps felt strange and almost blasphemous. They couldn’t respect Adrian Dantley, because their most innate respect was reserved for the man who created their chemistry.

In retrospect, perhaps that is what has happened to Mike Brown. The chemistry changed too much. Did we need to make changes after losing to Orlando? Yes. Did we make too many and, as a result, break apart the chemistry we once had? Possibly. Watching how hard the Cavaliers played against Orlando last year, I actually get a little nostalgic. They fought the way Larry Nance, Mark Price, and so on fought. Overmatched, but never outworked.

With the acquisition of Mr. O’Neal, Jamario Moon, Anthony Parker, and later Mr. Jamison, the Cavaliers were perhaps (God let Game 6 prove me wrong)  given too many parts for one machine. Bill Simmons mentions in his book ‘The Disease of More’, that happens to championship teams who try to get even better the next year through trades, signings, larger contracts, et cetera. Again, in retrospect, think about the massive changes we made to a 66-16 fun-loving team. True, we didn’t win the championship, but we had chemistry.

I’ll watch game 6, and I’ll be looking for one thing: Effort. I want to see us frantically trying to cover their shooters. I want to see us rough up Rajon Rondo. I want to see group huddles, head nodding and attentive players listening to their coach, no matter what they feel. I want to believe in my team again. I want to believe that they tried their absolute best. And if it wasn’t enough, then that’s fine. I can live with that. Put aside the issues, the complaints, the doubts, the injuries, the egos, and play the game you have loved, and I have loved, since you were kids. Step onto the court for game 6 and love the game all over again.

A Therapy Post

May 10th, 2010

I did some research the last few days in the hopes of calming my nerves during the Celtics-Cavaliers series, now tied at 2-2 going into game five at the Q. What is not calming me is seeing how my second favorite team, the Phoenix Suns, are running through teams because they trust their bench and have established a clear identity on what they can do. Can they beat the Lakers? Eh, maybe, maybe not. There’s not really that much pressure. When I watch the Suns play, I get the feeling that everyone on that team is having a hell of a good time. The Cavaliers were like that, last year, in those first two rounds when the wind was at their backs.

Okay…that didn’t help.

Here’s what did…slightly. Again, if you are a Cleveland fan, there is no therapy for us. There is only reality, and a highlight reel that twirls in your head of The Drive, Byner’s fumble, Jordan’s Shot, Parts 1 and 2, Craig Counsel’s sacrifice fly, or Edgar Renteria’s single. But I’ve decided to fight against my natural state. Yes, I grew up in Ohio, but I refuse to think like a victim!

Ever since the NBA Playoffs expanded to 7 games in the 1st round in 2003, these are the playoff records of each NBA champion.

2003- 16-8 (San Antonio)

2004- 16-7 (Detroit)

2005- 16-7 (San Antonio)

2006- 16-7 (Miami)

2007- 16-4 (San Antonio…against Cleveland)

2008- 16-10 (Boston)

2009- 16-7 (Los Angeles)

Not exactly unblemished, right? You can actually go back through each year and see some interesting things. For example, in 2003, New Jersey swept through the Conference Semi-Finals and the Conference Finals…only to lose to San Antonio in 6.

With the exception of the 2007 Finals (pulls at collar…gulp), you can see that teams lose, usually, at least 7 games before winning the championship. This made me feel better for one reason. Struggle.

The 2009 Cavaliers played the first two rounds with a run and gun, no pressure style that, in my opinion, hurt them in the long run when it came to close games against the Magic. Struggle brings about Experience, and the 2010 Cavaliers are indeed struggling right now. But the harder this series is, the better off the Cavaliers will be against the Magic.

Don’t listen to the experts who say, “the Magic are looking like the class of the East”. No…that’s not true, they just got our 2009 schedule the first two rounds. They played a Bobcats team who couldn’t score…(cough cough old, washed up 2009 Pistons cough cough), and now they have the spineless Atlanta Hawks, who look like they’re going to wet the bed every time they enter a pressure 4th quarter. Can’t we remember a year ago? We destroyed the Hawks last year as well. Sure, the Magic have de-double-dawg destroyed them this year, but that’s because Joe Johnson has stopped believing in his team, and the Hawks have stopped believing in Mike Woodson.

For further proof that this epic 2nd round struggle is a good thing, here are two more recent examples from last year. The Los Angeles Lakers went 7 games with a fundamentally tough, well-coached, motivated Houston Rockets team. In retrospect, the Rockets sharpened the Lakers, and their confidence only grew against the Nuggets the next round. The other example? Boston and Orlando…last year. That series went 7 games. It was rough, and it damn near went Boston’s way. But Orlando learned how to bounce back when down…something they did effortlessly against the 09 Cavaliers in the first halves of games 1 and 2.

There has been a lot of criticism connected to the Cavaliers lacking intensity and focus for the full forty-eight minutes. It’s justified…however, it has been the identity of the team the entire year. They only answer to direct, in-your-face challenges, much like the 2004 Pistons were known for. If there’s one thing that’s impressed me about this team, it’s their ability to fight themselves out of a corner. I’m not sure how this identity evolved. After all, the 09 Cavaliers played with a lot more looseness and carefree energy than this team. Perhaps the only way Lebron can get motivated anymore is when everyone starts to doubt him.

Game 4 was a mystery. Was it lack of aggression? No. Was it Boston baiting Lebron into taking jump shots, who then proceeded to drive into the heart of the lane and pass off to teammates, who were waiting for him to take over? Maybe more of that. It was a noble, passive-aggressive game for Lebron. I think, deep down, he believes he left his teammates behind in the 09 playoffs. By that I mean he feels like they need to feel even more involved in the offense.

As Brian Windhorst mentioned, the team still has chemistry issues. Mo Williams, who gets criticized far too much, is stuck between a rock and a hard place. To start with, he’s wondering if Lebron is going to be a point guard one play, and on the other, he knows he needs to get Jamison involved when he does have the ball. Talk about an identity crisis. What is Mo Williams to this team? Just tell him what he’ll be, and things will go a whole lot better.

I’m getting back into panic mode. All I wish is that Lebron decide his role, because this whole ‘sometimes I play point, sometimes not’ is confusing the role players.

Not that I have any say in the matter, but I have to feel this situation would be just fine and dandy:

(Lebron brings the ball up, calls the play. Mo runs off screens set by Parker and Shaq. Jamison does a pick and roll with Lebron. Jamison goes to the basket, and takes a player with him. If Jamison’s not available, you’ve got Mo coming off a large Shaq screen. If he isn’t open, you’ve got Shaq posting up, with Parker perched in the corner. Options, options, options.)

The Cavaliers do this…a lot. But there are times when I see Mo close to the top of the key, waiting on what he’s supposed to do. The above situation is unstoppable with Lebron at the point. Tell Mo he is a shooting guard, and will always be a shooting guard, and you’ll see improvement in his shooting.

God I’m nervous about Game 5…





 

Cleveland Cavaliers History

Innocence and Experience
(1970-1983)

In 1970, after Bill Nichols broke the story that Cleveland had landed a professional basketball team, the Cleveland Plain Dealer held a write-in contest to name the new NBA franchise coming to town. After 11,000 possible nicknames (I.E., Presidents, the Jays…) the winner, Jay Tomko, whose son Brett would later pitch in the MLB for about twenty-six teams, came up with “Cavaliers”. The city of Cleveland did not have an existing population of Cavaliers, just like Utah does not have a famous Jazz scene, but the name stuck.

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Celebrations Dipped in Heartbreak
(1983-1994)

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.

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The Dark Chasm of Despair
(1994-2003)

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.

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