Showing posts with label dunks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dunks. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Eric Gordon Dunks, Makes Case For You to Order League Pass Right Now

I only watched like 10 minutes of the Clippers-Spurs game (on League Pass), and I saw this:



I surely wouldn't have missed this dunk—a sadistic throwdown that was surely catalogued instantly by every one of NBA TV's video interns for inclusion on year-end highlight packages—even if I hadn't seen it live. But a dunk that registers this high on the Richter scale is the best argument there is against an anti-NBA stance like, "Only the fourth quarter matters" or, "The season's too long, only the playoffs matter." This dunk screams for people to pay attention early and often. Watching something this monstrous happen during the flow of game play, instead of on "SportsCenter," is as rewarding as watching one of those street artists use spray paint and a paper towel to create mayhem on canvas.

Also of equal import: Forget finding a nickname for Blake Griffin or Eric Gordon. This whole Clippers team needs its own thoughtful moniker first.

[Video from @jose3030, obviously]

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Team Dreamin' 2011: Orlando Magic

At No Regard, we love basketball. We love the spectacle and strategy of the game, but sometimes the league's lack of imagination confounds and disappoints us. Call us optimists, visionaries, or kids who watched too much Space Jam, but we have ideas. Damn are we gonna share 'em.

Hi Orlando Magic. Yeah, we see you in the back refusing to make eye contact with us, trying not to get called on. But we didn't forget about you.

Because Magic, your plans for this year are as important as any other team's 2010-2011 strategy. You need to capitalize this season or never, because in Dwight Howard you have the one piece that no other team has (Pau is 3/4 the player Howard is; Brook Lopez is about 2/5, but on his way up), but his athleticism will only last so long. And your former All-Star Rashard Lewis (who gets paid $10 million too much each year) is clearly the favorite to gain 35 pounds during the inevitable lockout of 2011.

Unfortunately, you've surrounded Dwight with mediocrity, albeit an opulence of mediocrity. But as we've learned from the Mavericks, you can have as many third options as you'd like, but you cannot win a ring without two sincere stars, one at least seven-feet-tall and the other capable of creating his own shot.

(Yeah, OK. 2004 Pistons, I see you in the back, you can put your hand down now. Right, you won a ring without following this rule. Your outlandish collection of role players masked as all-stars worked together to create a demonic mega-lord with Larry Brown for a brain. When a squad regularly holds teams to 68 points, you can disregard whatever algebra other teams use to chase rings.)

What I'm suggesting here is the NBA equivalent of "write what you know": Hide your deficiencies by playing to your strengths.

Your deficiencies: Lack of traditional post-up scorer; having a point guard who's merely very good during the New Golden Era of Point Guards; the aforementioned missing second banana; no one willing and able to take over offensively in the last two minutes of a close contest; the dangerous trajectory of losing interest in an effective and outspoken head coach; Patrick Ewing on your coaching staff.

Your strengths: Dunks.

So, a humble suggestion for the upcoming season...

Monday, May 10, 2010

How Seriously Should we Take Orlando? Part II: Electric Boogaloo

I was going to post this in the comments of Adam's post, but we don't have enough readers for that type of behavior yet. Anyway, while we were both three stories above sea level this past weekend, JoaquinPhoenixSuns told me that this blog needed less words, more turds (well he said "videos" instead of "turds"), so 'ere you go:



Yeah, so many things. Clearly, the slo-mo Jason Williams is the winner here, but also: That bouncy line dancing, Gortat's between-the-legs Euro dunk contest entry, J.J. Redick's very very earnest double-clutch and, most epically, Matt Barnes attempting the low-percentage pass to Mini Sly (he's got stone hands). Just in case you weren't sure how much you liked this team.

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