Exclusive sources are now revealing that rising draft prospect Michael Porter Jr. was brought in for a secret medical evaluation by the Kings. The facts, as they slowly dribble out, are extraordinary.
Porter was flown in to Sacramento on a private jet and ferried to Golden1 Center last week under the cover of darkness. Only a few people in the organization knew about the meeting.
According to sources, General Manager Vlade Divac began the examination by holding a mirror to Porter's mouth to make sure he was breathing. Divac nodded happily when the mirror fogged and gave a lively thumbs-up to team owner Vivek Ranadive.
Porter, who was in excruciating pain, crawled across the floor in an agility drill, avoiding paper clips and assorted office supplies. Ranadive was so impressed, he pumped his fist and winked at Assistant GM Peja Stojakovic, who watched the entire examination with mouth agape.
The Kings, who couldn't find an orthopedist in time for the examination, brought in a highly regarded local veterinarian to finish the exam. The vet proceeded to check Porter's snout, examine his skin for fleas, scratch him behind the ears, and give him a vaccination for ringworm. Porter seemed confused, but went along with the exam.
The Kings drilled Porter with a number of probing questions.
Divac asked if Porter still had any problems with his back.
"Nope," Porter reportedly responded. "All good"
"Awesome," Divac said. "I'm happy"
Porter then grimaced as he attempted to get to his feet, grasping at his hip.
"What's wrong?" Ranadive reportedly asked.
"Jet lag," Porter said, his face red and sweat dripping down his forehead.
Ranadive smiled. "Happens to me all the time," he said.
According to sources, an intern then entered with donuts, surprised to see Porter. "I thought we were set on Doncic?" the intern reportedly said.
Sources said the intern was quickly escorted out of the room as Divac made sure Porter was fully aware that nothing they found would convince them not to draft him.
"You could have a fatal brain disease and be wanted in five states for bank fraud and we'd draft you," Divac reportedly told Porter. "We just love your upside. We've seen you dunk on high school kids. We think you are going to be a superstar. And we know superstars. Ever hear of Nik Stauskas?"
The examination took less than 20 minutes before Porter limped from the room, yelping loudly once when Divac patted him on the back.
Sources say the Kings have now done all their due diligence and won't be swayed from their selection. "We are smart and savvy," Divac reportedly bragged to another employee, "we can afford to take a small, tiny itsy-bitsy risk. I mean, it's not like we don't have another first-round pick next year."
The employee reportedly shook his head as Divac danced away.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Do the King have a De'Aaron Fox problem?
Okay, let's get the prerequisite objections out of the way for the lackluster play of Kings rookie De'Aaron Fox.
He's only 19.
His shot is going to get better.
He's playing with slow teammates.
Fans need to show some patience.
All legitimate. All probably correct. But also red flags for the highly touted point guard out of Kentucky, who was drafted fifth by the Kings and was expected to wow the league with his incredible quickness.
So let's get down to reality.
He is not playing well. He is not a threat outside of 12 feet. He is not initiating the offense. He is not penetrating and making plays. He's getting lost on defense. And he is turning the ball over.
Oh, and one last thing: The other rookie point guard - Frank Mason - is absolutely doing all of the things that Fox is not. He's been gritty and fierce and, most importantly, willing to take control.
Yes, Mason is older and far more experienced, but that doesn't excuse the biggest red flag of all about Fox:
Fox has been oddly passive,
It's strange to watch Fox simply get into the front court, hand the ball off and move quietly to the corner. It's even stranger because he's the primary ball handler, even with George Hill on the court.
But he's not calling for picks and he's not directing traffic. And he certainly isn't drawing defenders.
Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable yet in the offense. Maybe he doesn't want to step on toes.
But if the Kings are looking for an Alpha-dog attitude to lead their team for the next decade, the sight of Fox has to be concerning.
Fox obviously has talent. But does he have that intangible "it factor" that turns talent into stardom? So far, we haven't seen it. And that's not a factor of youth. It's a factor of attitude.
The Kings desperately need a star. Fox, an amazingly likable kid, shines in his off-court interviews. He could own Sacramento - and the league - by fulfilling his potential.
The odds are that Fox will figure it out on the court, but you can't change the internal combustion engine of a player.
Kings fans need to see a few games - even a few glimpses - that prove Fox is ready to grab the league by the collar and announce his arrival.
He's only 19.
His shot is going to get better.
He's playing with slow teammates.
Fans need to show some patience.
All legitimate. All probably correct. But also red flags for the highly touted point guard out of Kentucky, who was drafted fifth by the Kings and was expected to wow the league with his incredible quickness.
So let's get down to reality.
He is not playing well. He is not a threat outside of 12 feet. He is not initiating the offense. He is not penetrating and making plays. He's getting lost on defense. And he is turning the ball over.
Oh, and one last thing: The other rookie point guard - Frank Mason - is absolutely doing all of the things that Fox is not. He's been gritty and fierce and, most importantly, willing to take control.
Yes, Mason is older and far more experienced, but that doesn't excuse the biggest red flag of all about Fox:
Fox has been oddly passive,
It's strange to watch Fox simply get into the front court, hand the ball off and move quietly to the corner. It's even stranger because he's the primary ball handler, even with George Hill on the court.
But he's not calling for picks and he's not directing traffic. And he certainly isn't drawing defenders.
Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable yet in the offense. Maybe he doesn't want to step on toes.
But if the Kings are looking for an Alpha-dog attitude to lead their team for the next decade, the sight of Fox has to be concerning.
Fox obviously has talent. But does he have that intangible "it factor" that turns talent into stardom? So far, we haven't seen it. And that's not a factor of youth. It's a factor of attitude.
The Kings desperately need a star. Fox, an amazingly likable kid, shines in his off-court interviews. He could own Sacramento - and the league - by fulfilling his potential.
The odds are that Fox will figure it out on the court, but you can't change the internal combustion engine of a player.
Kings fans need to see a few games - even a few glimpses - that prove Fox is ready to grab the league by the collar and announce his arrival.
Monday, October 24, 2016
A Cramped Feeling about the Overhyped Golden1 Center.
Look, I know I'm a cynic about the Kings.
But can you blame me? They never fail to astound you in terms of pure futility. They are the NBA's Ultimate Fail. Every move is a disaster. Every season an experience of painful, sadistic torture.
So with that said, I really wanted to love the Golden1 Center. I wanted to prove my sunny disposition. I wanted to show the naysayers that I could be a delightful supporter of this team and their noble effort to build a brand new home for the Kings.
And I actually felt a twinge of pride as I ambled up to the spanking new building for a concert last week. I turned to my wife and said, "You know, it's pretty cool having something like this downtown."
I could picture the surroundings brimming with nightlife and restaurants in a year or so, a hub of activity, a real epicenter of community. We walked the perimeter of the arena, taking in the living wall of greenery on the exterior.
And hey, I gotta admit, the entrance to the new arena is impressive. Open and huge and spectacularly inviting.
Maybe this place was gonna live up to expectations. And then...
Sad trombone.
Okay, here's where I'm gonna get real. For the next three hours, I had one of the most underwhelming, uncomfortable and disappointing arena experiences in my life.
First impression: The main concourse is, well, a concourse. Unadorned concrete. A few nostalgic neon signs tacked up without rhyme or reason. Very little wow factor. And to make it worse, the concourse is populated with horribly overpriced and pretend versions of name-brand restaurant foods from the Sacramento area.
My wife and I both ordered pizza from the Selland's stand. It was dry, tasteless, meager and 10 bucks. A beer was $14. A bottled water was $5. Thirty dollars later and we were wondering if Selland's was going to sue Golden1 for destroying their brand.
All of these names - from Selland's to Star Ginger to Centro to LowBrau - are essentially institutional food stands with cool names.
We spoke to others who had similar less-than-tasty experiences. But okay, maybe we set our sights too high. And maybe they are still working out the kinks. After all, arena food isn't expected to be haute cuisine.
We decided to explore a little. We had seats in the lower level, but decided to check out the upper bowl just for the fun of it.
Unfortunately, my wife took one step out into the upper bowl, looked up, looked down, and then retreated inside. "Never buy seats for me up there," she said. "Ever."
I couldn't resist and had to go back and check it out for myself. The seats are great - if you have a sherpa to guide you. It feels like it's straight up. And it's scary steep. Even after you sit, you need a minute or two to let the feeling of vertigo seep from your body.
I have read that other modern arenas are just as steep, but if this is considered modern-day arena design, it's time to go back to the drawing board. It just doesn't feel safe. And I never had that feeling at the old Arco.
With just a few minutes before the concert, we strolled back downstairs. The pitch of the lower level is far friendlier and we finally managed to find our row and seats without much difficulty.
And that's when we discovered the worst design flaw of Golden1.
They forgot to leave room for your legs.
I'm serious. They must have forgotten.
I mean, I've never seen anything like it. My wife - who is 5-foot-7 - could literally not sit without her knees pressed hard against the chair in front of her. She could not relax and had to sit upright the entire time. Lucky for me, I was on an aisle. And at 6-foot-5, there is literally no way I would have been able to sit through the concert.
I sat with my legs in the aisle the entire time. I looked around at the other rows. People were sucked into their seats, unable to move.
And when someone needed to get up for a bathroom break or a beer run? It was everyone on their feet leaning backwards.
I won't go into the sound system - it was muddy - because I just can't get over the poor design of the seating. I mean, isn't seating the No. 1 priority of an arena? Don't you want people to be comfortable?
I left the arena seriously thinking I may not come back again, unless I am somehow able to score an aisle seat again.
So was it just me? Did anyone else have this experience?
I Googled Golden1 Center legroom and I found results like this.
The Yelp reviews for the arena aren't exactly stellar, either.
I think Golden1 most likely has a decent honeymoon period with people willing to accept some flaws in exchange for a terrific entertainment venue. But I wouldn't be surprised if the complaints continue as more and more people come home with sore knees and unmet expectations.
But can you blame me? They never fail to astound you in terms of pure futility. They are the NBA's Ultimate Fail. Every move is a disaster. Every season an experience of painful, sadistic torture.
So with that said, I really wanted to love the Golden1 Center. I wanted to prove my sunny disposition. I wanted to show the naysayers that I could be a delightful supporter of this team and their noble effort to build a brand new home for the Kings.
And I actually felt a twinge of pride as I ambled up to the spanking new building for a concert last week. I turned to my wife and said, "You know, it's pretty cool having something like this downtown."
I could picture the surroundings brimming with nightlife and restaurants in a year or so, a hub of activity, a real epicenter of community. We walked the perimeter of the arena, taking in the living wall of greenery on the exterior.
And hey, I gotta admit, the entrance to the new arena is impressive. Open and huge and spectacularly inviting.
Maybe this place was gonna live up to expectations. And then...
Sad trombone.
Okay, here's where I'm gonna get real. For the next three hours, I had one of the most underwhelming, uncomfortable and disappointing arena experiences in my life.
First impression: The main concourse is, well, a concourse. Unadorned concrete. A few nostalgic neon signs tacked up without rhyme or reason. Very little wow factor. And to make it worse, the concourse is populated with horribly overpriced and pretend versions of name-brand restaurant foods from the Sacramento area.
My wife and I both ordered pizza from the Selland's stand. It was dry, tasteless, meager and 10 bucks. A beer was $14. A bottled water was $5. Thirty dollars later and we were wondering if Selland's was going to sue Golden1 for destroying their brand.
All of these names - from Selland's to Star Ginger to Centro to LowBrau - are essentially institutional food stands with cool names.
We spoke to others who had similar less-than-tasty experiences. But okay, maybe we set our sights too high. And maybe they are still working out the kinks. After all, arena food isn't expected to be haute cuisine.
We decided to explore a little. We had seats in the lower level, but decided to check out the upper bowl just for the fun of it.
Unfortunately, my wife took one step out into the upper bowl, looked up, looked down, and then retreated inside. "Never buy seats for me up there," she said. "Ever."
I couldn't resist and had to go back and check it out for myself. The seats are great - if you have a sherpa to guide you. It feels like it's straight up. And it's scary steep. Even after you sit, you need a minute or two to let the feeling of vertigo seep from your body.
I have read that other modern arenas are just as steep, but if this is considered modern-day arena design, it's time to go back to the drawing board. It just doesn't feel safe. And I never had that feeling at the old Arco.
With just a few minutes before the concert, we strolled back downstairs. The pitch of the lower level is far friendlier and we finally managed to find our row and seats without much difficulty.
And that's when we discovered the worst design flaw of Golden1.
They forgot to leave room for your legs.
I'm serious. They must have forgotten.
I mean, I've never seen anything like it. My wife - who is 5-foot-7 - could literally not sit without her knees pressed hard against the chair in front of her. She could not relax and had to sit upright the entire time. Lucky for me, I was on an aisle. And at 6-foot-5, there is literally no way I would have been able to sit through the concert.
I sat with my legs in the aisle the entire time. I looked around at the other rows. People were sucked into their seats, unable to move.
And when someone needed to get up for a bathroom break or a beer run? It was everyone on their feet leaning backwards.
I won't go into the sound system - it was muddy - because I just can't get over the poor design of the seating. I mean, isn't seating the No. 1 priority of an arena? Don't you want people to be comfortable?
I left the arena seriously thinking I may not come back again, unless I am somehow able to score an aisle seat again.
So was it just me? Did anyone else have this experience?
I Googled Golden1 Center legroom and I found results like this.
The Yelp reviews for the arena aren't exactly stellar, either.
I think Golden1 most likely has a decent honeymoon period with people willing to accept some flaws in exchange for a terrific entertainment venue. But I wouldn't be surprised if the complaints continue as more and more people come home with sore knees and unmet expectations.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Why Doug Christie Should Be the Next Kings Coach
Stale air.
You choke on every decision. You gag when you watch the team play defense. You feel your chest tighten every time DeMarcus Cousins goes full nut job.
Awful, stinky stale air.
You can see it. You can taste it.
It's been like a thick layer of pollution hanging over Sleep Train Arena for the last decade and, most notably, over the past five seasons.
That's what it's like to be a Kings fan. You're trapped beneath a suffocating fog of despair.
You choke on every decision. You gag when you watch the team play defense. You feel your chest tighten every time DeMarcus Cousins goes full nut job.
And the worst part? There doesn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel.
The next four first-round picks are completely up in the air. Will they keep them? Will they need to swap them?
Their young players, except perhaps Willie Cauley-Stein, have been busts. Their veterans are of little value to a team that wants to compete for a playoff spot.
And their All-Star cornerstone - Cousins - has yet to prove he can behave well with others, much less figure out how to play a full game of basketball without making more anguished faces than a five-year-old waiting in an endless line at Disneyland.
But there's one thing they can do.
There's one thing that can instantly change the atmosphere, clear the air, and let the sun shine in.
Hire Doug Christie to coach the team.
Yup, Doug Christie.
Forget the retreads like Scott Brooks and Mark Jackson. Not impressed. Seen 'em. Don't need to see them again.
Christie brings something the Kings and this city have been sorely missing for the past 10 years...
Joy.
And enthusiasm.
And a love of the game.
Oh, and by the way, he's very smart, too. I'm a believer after listening to him as a team analyst this year.
Now I'm not usually a fan of bringing in someone with zero experience as a coach, but there's just something about Christie that makes me believe he's a winner. You can feel it - right through the TV screen. And if you can feel it through the TV screen, you better bet you can feel it in person.
Christie's a fighter, too. Just ask Rick Fox.
Is it a gamble? Maybe.
But at this point, Kings fans just want to breathe fresh air again. And having a joyful warrior like Christie at the helm would instantly bring a brand new karma to the team.
So Mr. Ranadive, it's in your court. You pride yourself on thinking out of the box.
This one is sitting on a box right in front of you.
Make the call.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
The Scientific, Analytical Guide to How Many Games the Kings Will Win
Okay, forget the pundits and radio hosts and columnists pontificating on how many games the Kings will win this season.
There's only one true way to prognosticate. And that's with pure science and analytics. At Kings Talking Points, our staff of over 100 statisticians and part-time fast food workers always make sure our numbers are on the money.
So buckle up and read on and the suspense will be over. You won't even need to pay attention to this season.
Let's start with 82 wins.
Subtract 40 games right off the bat for being the Sacramento Kings. Climate scientists have proven this sad fact by looking at weather models over the past 10 NBA seasons.
Subtract 5 wins for the awful idea of putting veteran poison Rajon Rondo into the middle of an already volatile mix. Rondo can still see the floor and deliver a perfect pass, but his woeful shooting and fading athleticism makes him a poor fit for a modern NBA team.
Add 3 wins for the addition of Willie Cauley-Stein. Finally, a true athletic big man who can change shots and run the court. And who thankfully doesn't need shots.
Subtract 4 wins for Ben McLemore. Every year there's hope he'll take the next step. And every year he disappoints. Once considered one of the top shooting prospects coming out of college, he's not even streaky at this point. And his ball handling? Oy. He can't take anyone off the dribble and he makes you cringe every time he tries.
Add 2 wins for Omri Casspi. Nobody brings more hustle on the court and he proved to be a consistent fireplug off the bench last season. If he ever got his three-pointer to drop, he'd become even more valuable.
Add 3 wins for the acquisition of Marco Belinelli. Finally, a consistent 3-point shooter on a team filled with brick layers.
Subtract 2 wins for the rest of the bench. Kostas Koufas is solid, but he won't win you any games. Quincy Acy was a wasted signing. James Anderson was a Sixers washout. And Seth Curry has the wrong first name.
Subtract 10 wins for DeMarcus Cousins. Yes, he's a load. Yes, he's supremely talented. But no, I don't think this team can win with him. Too selfish. Too explosive emotionally. Too hard for him to share the spotlight with any other player.
Subtract 4 wins when Cousins and George Karl have a shouting match on the bench after a particularly bad turnover by Boogie on one of his coast-to-coast jaunts.
Subtract 3 wins when Rondo misses a flight to Cleveland because he's been supplanted as the starting point guard by Darren Collison.
Add 6 wins after the Kings acquire a fresh boodle of talent when the Kings trade Cousins in January.
Add 3 wins as Rudy Gay feels revitalized with the depature of Cousins.
Add 4 wins as Karl finally gets his offense into high gear without having to dump the ball into the middle on every set.
FINAL TOTAL: 35 WINS
There's only one true way to prognosticate. And that's with pure science and analytics. At Kings Talking Points, our staff of over 100 statisticians and part-time fast food workers always make sure our numbers are on the money.
So buckle up and read on and the suspense will be over. You won't even need to pay attention to this season.
Let's start with 82 wins.
Subtract 40 games right off the bat for being the Sacramento Kings. Climate scientists have proven this sad fact by looking at weather models over the past 10 NBA seasons.
Subtract 5 wins for the awful idea of putting veteran poison Rajon Rondo into the middle of an already volatile mix. Rondo can still see the floor and deliver a perfect pass, but his woeful shooting and fading athleticism makes him a poor fit for a modern NBA team.
Add 3 wins for the addition of Willie Cauley-Stein. Finally, a true athletic big man who can change shots and run the court. And who thankfully doesn't need shots.
Subtract 4 wins for Ben McLemore. Every year there's hope he'll take the next step. And every year he disappoints. Once considered one of the top shooting prospects coming out of college, he's not even streaky at this point. And his ball handling? Oy. He can't take anyone off the dribble and he makes you cringe every time he tries.
Add 2 wins for Omri Casspi. Nobody brings more hustle on the court and he proved to be a consistent fireplug off the bench last season. If he ever got his three-pointer to drop, he'd become even more valuable.
Add 3 wins for the acquisition of Marco Belinelli. Finally, a consistent 3-point shooter on a team filled with brick layers.
Subtract 2 wins for the rest of the bench. Kostas Koufas is solid, but he won't win you any games. Quincy Acy was a wasted signing. James Anderson was a Sixers washout. And Seth Curry has the wrong first name.
Subtract 10 wins for DeMarcus Cousins. Yes, he's a load. Yes, he's supremely talented. But no, I don't think this team can win with him. Too selfish. Too explosive emotionally. Too hard for him to share the spotlight with any other player.
Subtract 4 wins when Cousins and George Karl have a shouting match on the bench after a particularly bad turnover by Boogie on one of his coast-to-coast jaunts.
Subtract 3 wins when Rondo misses a flight to Cleveland because he's been supplanted as the starting point guard by Darren Collison.
Add 6 wins after the Kings acquire a fresh boodle of talent when the Kings trade Cousins in January.
Add 3 wins as Rudy Gay feels revitalized with the depature of Cousins.
Add 4 wins as Karl finally gets his offense into high gear without having to dump the ball into the middle on every set.
FINAL TOTAL: 35 WINS
Friday, July 3, 2015
How panic, knee-jerk decision making, Vivek and Cousins have destroyed the Kings
Creativity, long-range tactical thinking, and common sense are nowhere to be found.
Instead, the Kings organization is now a constant source of panic, knee-jerk decision making, and utter disregard for logic.
The installation of Vlade Divac as the head of basketball operations has changed nothing.
He is clearly in over his seven-foot head. And despite his bold proclamations that he's in charge, the mere fact that the team is pin-balling from one high-risk, low-reward target to another is clear evidence that Vivek Ranadive is still calling the shots.
Rondo? Vivek's been drooling over the uber head case for a year. Josh Smith? Vivek has desperately wanted the me-first chemistry-killer since last winter.
Vivek is partying like it's 2008. You wonder how a high-tech nerd could be so wrong on so many things when he has a boatload of analytics to use as research.
The recent salary dump trade would have been fine if a smart trade or signing was already in place, but now the team is scrambling for table scraps, offering low-level talents stupid money to join the stupidest team in the NBA.
There is absolutely no plan. There is certainly no regard being given to team chemistry. And nobody seems to care that you can't put a group of flammable personalities together on an already kerosene-soaked team.
I've been campaigning for a year to rid the franchise of its major stench-inducing player - DeMarcus Cousins - and bring in a fresh crop of young, unselfish, hungry players.
Cousins may very well be a top-five talent, but he is not the type of guy who makes his teammates warm and fuzzy. In fact, most hate playing with him. And now his relationship with George Karl is broken beyond repair.
DeMarcus is almost impossible to root for as a fan. He's a surly, self-centered jerk. He whines and scowls and barks at referees and glares at his teammates. If he gets his numbers, he's a happy guy. If he doesn't, it doesn't matter what the scoreboard says.
Yes, trading him to the Lakers would take guts, but there's only one way out of this current swamp of despair.
Put a young team on the floor consisting of D'Angelo Russell, Darren Collison, Julius Randle, Willie Cauley-Stein and Rudy Gay and watch your fans cheer like crazy.
The air will feel cleaner. The beer will taste better. The popcorn will be less rancid.
It won't happen, though. I have no idea why. But the smartest guy in the room at Kings headquarters is in danger of losing every last ounce of goodwill he earned when he saved the franchise for Sacramento.
Pessimism reigns supreme these days. A Rondo signing will only prolong that feeling and delay the inevitable total meltdown.
Vlade needs to do two things today:
Hire Geoff Petrie as a special advisor.
March into Vivek's office and tell him to shut up and sit down.
Instead, the Kings organization is now a constant source of panic, knee-jerk decision making, and utter disregard for logic.
The installation of Vlade Divac as the head of basketball operations has changed nothing.
He is clearly in over his seven-foot head. And despite his bold proclamations that he's in charge, the mere fact that the team is pin-balling from one high-risk, low-reward target to another is clear evidence that Vivek Ranadive is still calling the shots.
Rondo? Vivek's been drooling over the uber head case for a year. Josh Smith? Vivek has desperately wanted the me-first chemistry-killer since last winter.
Vivek is partying like it's 2008. You wonder how a high-tech nerd could be so wrong on so many things when he has a boatload of analytics to use as research.
The recent salary dump trade would have been fine if a smart trade or signing was already in place, but now the team is scrambling for table scraps, offering low-level talents stupid money to join the stupidest team in the NBA.
There is absolutely no plan. There is certainly no regard being given to team chemistry. And nobody seems to care that you can't put a group of flammable personalities together on an already kerosene-soaked team.
I've been campaigning for a year to rid the franchise of its major stench-inducing player - DeMarcus Cousins - and bring in a fresh crop of young, unselfish, hungry players.
Cousins may very well be a top-five talent, but he is not the type of guy who makes his teammates warm and fuzzy. In fact, most hate playing with him. And now his relationship with George Karl is broken beyond repair.
DeMarcus is almost impossible to root for as a fan. He's a surly, self-centered jerk. He whines and scowls and barks at referees and glares at his teammates. If he gets his numbers, he's a happy guy. If he doesn't, it doesn't matter what the scoreboard says.
Yes, trading him to the Lakers would take guts, but there's only one way out of this current swamp of despair.
Put a young team on the floor consisting of D'Angelo Russell, Darren Collison, Julius Randle, Willie Cauley-Stein and Rudy Gay and watch your fans cheer like crazy.
The air will feel cleaner. The beer will taste better. The popcorn will be less rancid.
It won't happen, though. I have no idea why. But the smartest guy in the room at Kings headquarters is in danger of losing every last ounce of goodwill he earned when he saved the franchise for Sacramento.
Pessimism reigns supreme these days. A Rondo signing will only prolong that feeling and delay the inevitable total meltdown.
Vlade needs to do two things today:
Hire Geoff Petrie as a special advisor.
March into Vivek's office and tell him to shut up and sit down.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The Cousins Era is Over. Nobody Wants to Admit It, Though.
If I'm running the Kings, I'm getting ready to field all offers for DeMarcus Cousins.
There's really no other choice at this point.
The sulking superstar has reached his Sacramento expiration date. There's been too much turmoil, too many deep-background leaks, too many coaching changes, too many on-court explosions. I don't think anyone believes the hulking center is ready to go through another season of losing.
Of course, the notion of trading Cousins seems ludicrous on first blush. He's the most dominant center in the game, a bull of man who punishes opponents. His defense has improved tremendously and his passing is sometimes remarkable.
But you can't deal a star from a position of weakness - and that's exactly where the Kings will be next season if things don't drastically turn around. A beef with coach George Karl or an eight-game losing streak would most likely knock him off the rails and send him into the final tailspin, eventually leading to a trade request.
And when teams need to deal players, there's blood in the water. Offers get diluted. Teams play hardball.
The Kings have a new arena coming on line. They need to freshen the air. They need to wipe away the stink of losing and turmoil. And, most of all, they need to bring in a crop of players who are likeable, unselfish and motivated.
Luckily, with a trade chips like DeMarcus and Rudy Gay (yes, I'd trade him, too), you can just about retool your entire roster.
Could you perhaps deal Cousins and Carl Landry for a package of players like Jimmy Butler, Nikola Mirotic, Joaquin Noah and first-round picks from the Bulls? I would.
But there are probably other monster offers that could come their way.
Yes, it's hard to get equal value for a superstar. But it's even harder to get value for a pissed-off superstar who wants out. I'd betting even odds that Cousins is a very pissed-off superstar by week six of next season.
Karl knows the type of player he wants. I'm not sure Cousins fits the bill. And I'm not sure he even gives a bleep.
Cousins is all about Cousins right now. The Kings need to be all about the team's future.
There's really no other choice at this point.
The sulking superstar has reached his Sacramento expiration date. There's been too much turmoil, too many deep-background leaks, too many coaching changes, too many on-court explosions. I don't think anyone believes the hulking center is ready to go through another season of losing.
Of course, the notion of trading Cousins seems ludicrous on first blush. He's the most dominant center in the game, a bull of man who punishes opponents. His defense has improved tremendously and his passing is sometimes remarkable.
But you can't deal a star from a position of weakness - and that's exactly where the Kings will be next season if things don't drastically turn around. A beef with coach George Karl or an eight-game losing streak would most likely knock him off the rails and send him into the final tailspin, eventually leading to a trade request.
And when teams need to deal players, there's blood in the water. Offers get diluted. Teams play hardball.
The Kings have a new arena coming on line. They need to freshen the air. They need to wipe away the stink of losing and turmoil. And, most of all, they need to bring in a crop of players who are likeable, unselfish and motivated.
Luckily, with a trade chips like DeMarcus and Rudy Gay (yes, I'd trade him, too), you can just about retool your entire roster.
Could you perhaps deal Cousins and Carl Landry for a package of players like Jimmy Butler, Nikola Mirotic, Joaquin Noah and first-round picks from the Bulls? I would.
But there are probably other monster offers that could come their way.
Yes, it's hard to get equal value for a superstar. But it's even harder to get value for a pissed-off superstar who wants out. I'd betting even odds that Cousins is a very pissed-off superstar by week six of next season.
Karl knows the type of player he wants. I'm not sure Cousins fits the bill. And I'm not sure he even gives a bleep.
Cousins is all about Cousins right now. The Kings need to be all about the team's future.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Eyewitness: Inside the room during the negotiations with George Karl
I was lucky enough to be invited inside the top-secret negotiations between Vivek Ranadive and George Karl. Here's my report:
Breaking: Karl just told me he is promising to wash Cousins' headband after every game.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek counters, wants Karl to massage Boogie's shoulders, too. Could be sticking point.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Wow. Karl just pounded on the table and Vivek's Egg McMuffin went flying. This is getting nasty.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek is furiously tapping on his I-pad. Just took a peek. He's playing Sims 4 with a family that looks just like his players.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Pete D'Allesandro just stuck in head in the room. Asked if he could help. Vivek flipped him the bird.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Karl is very handsome in person. Except for that weird scar on his face. He says it was a dog bite. I think it was a drug deal gone wrong.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek and Karl were close until George made off-hand remark about how he despises Bollywood. Things turning ugly.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek is calmer now. Talking on phone to the agents for DeMarcus, assuring them that the Karl talks are dead. Vivek slyly winks at Karl.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Unsubstantiated rumor that Gavin Maloof is about to arrive to help facilitate the negotiations.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Gavin's here. Party time. Taking a break for beer run.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek is getting tipsy. So is Karl. This is gonna be fun.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Karl now blotto, dancing on table with shirt off. Vivek throwing 5-dollar bills at him.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Karl and Vivek now drunkenly debating whether Bruce Jenner is more attractive as a man or woman
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Chris Mullin just fired up a big doobie. Room is hazy. Karl says smell reminds him of his last Lillith Fair.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Things getting mellow now. Lights down low. Candles. A lot of low talking. Karl and Vivek huddled in corner. Smoke drifting across room.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Media person just walking in. Asked Vivek if he wanted to take a call from Marcos Breton. Vivek just busts out laughing and shoos him away.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Sticking point on contract. Seems Karl wants to be known as Fair Oaks Karl going forward. He's sick of Carmichael Dave getting all the pub.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek just got call on phone. DeMarcus scheduled to arrive shortly. Asks security guards to remove all sharp metal objects from room.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
DeMarcus just entered room. Karl greeted him with big bear hug and kissed him on the cheek. Cousins seemed to like it.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Karl asked if he could sit on Cousins' lap during negotiations. DeMarcus is now getting annoyed. Moves to other side of table.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Karl compliments Cousins on his tattoos. Pulls down pants to show him a tattoo of his own. He's got the Beastie Boys on his hip.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
DeMarcus just told Karl he doesn't care who the Kings name as coach. He's not listening to anybody.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek just checked online banking statement. He's got money left over, but not much. "What was I thinking," he says to himself. "Soccer?"
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek pulls up his sleeves. Showing off his guns at this point. He's been working out. Demarcus nods approvingly.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
DeMarcus reading tweets off his phone. "I like this Bruski guy," he says. "But why is Wenig always busting my balls?" Karl looks bored.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek just asked assistant to leak to the press that DeMarcus and Karl have taken a blood oath of friendship. Cousins smirks. Crosses arms.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Cousins in corner, talking to agent. "Please leak that Karl is playing hardball and refuses to allow me to play point guard," he whispers.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
I just took a leak, Yahoo reporting.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Break in negotiations. Boogie nap time. Vivek gently tucks him in. Karl's jaw agape.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Cousins is snoring loudly beneath table. Karl demanding more money and pay-per-view rights to his physical altercations with Boogie.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
D'Allesandro pokes his head in the room again. "Now can I come in?" Vivek responds with a two-hand pumping bird.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Vivek asks Karl to pose with arm around the sleeping Cousins. He snaps a photo. "We have to prove that you guys like each other," he says.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Boogie rises from a dead sleep. Eyes Vivek, then looks at Karl, his arm around him. "What the hell?"
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Cousins storms out of room. Talks have taken turn for worse. Negotiations teetering at this point. A single tear rolls down Vivek's cheek.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Just saw Pete D'Allesandro in hallway. Pacing. Shaking like a leaf, sipping herbal tea.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015
Isaiah Thomas just popped in to say hi. "Pizza Guy is here," he bellowed to the room. Vivek buried his head in his hands.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015We follow Vivek to a small corner office. Ty Corbin is waiting inside. This is going to be uncomfortable. Ty is frisked. No weapons.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Corbin wants an answer from Vivek. "Am I your favorite interim coach or what?" he shouts.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Vivek offers Ty a Milky Way bar. Corbin swats it and it flies across the room and lands on Vivek manuscript for book on basketball strategy.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Outside door, Karl and D'Allesandro jawing furiously. DeMarcus just passed Isaiah and gave him an unplayful shove. All hell breaking loose.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Corbin took wild swing at Vivek, who ducked out of way. Vivek raced out of room. Ty is chasing him, but limping badly on injured achilles.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Just heard media flack tell a reporter that everything is calm and completely under control. "Franchise is in good hands." he boasted.
— Ron Wenig (@RonWenig) February 8, 2015Saturday, February 7, 2015
Show me the money, DeMarcus the victim, and other interesting musings
Things we know about the current state of the Kings:
Suddenly, the management is cheap. They don't have the cash to pay a new coach. Yes, they can buy into a professional soccer club, but when it comes to hiring real talent, they throw a fit.
The money issue just brings back bad memories of a former ownership group headed by a group of lunkhead playboy brothers. It's not a good look.
Ty Corbin should just resign and tell the ownership group to take his job and, well, you know the rest. He was put in a ridiculous position. The players had no desire to listen to him. And general manager Pete D'Allesandro barely made a peep to defend him.
DeMarcus Cousins needs to shut up and stop acting like he's the poor victim in all of this. We've seen some of his antics, including berating teammates and having complete mental breakdowns on the court. I'm not so sure that Cousins isn't the biggest problem in regards to the team's attitude.
This team's start was mostly fluke. Yes, Mike Malone had the team playing tough defense, but the early season was not as rosy as it seems. The offense was still a mess and the lack of outside shooting was evident even then. In addition, the poor depth became increasingly evident as soon as the injuries started to pile up. This is not a good team. It's pretty much a bad one. And I'm not so sure it would have been that different if Malone had stayed on. Still, you have to credit Malone for one thing: He and Cousins seemed to have a connection - and that's hard to do.
George Karl and DeMarcus Cousins is gonna be pure theatre. I'm grabbing my popcorn now and waiting for the fireworks to begin.
Nik Stauskas was drafted for one reason: He was a great shooter. Now we're looking at possibly the biggest bust in the draft. He doesn't have Ben McLemore's athleticism to fall back on, so I'm not sure if there's much of an upside. He needs a summer of performance enhancing drugs just to have a shot at improvement. Some skeptics were comparing him to Jimmer after the Kings drafted him. They might have been right.
Rudy Gay has reverted to his selfish persona of the past. Toronto fans hated him. I'm starting to see why. He's all about getting his shots at any cost. And, most of the time, it doesn't matter if he's double or triple teamed. Can a new coach get through to him? If not, I'd put him on the block in the summer.
I'd explore a deal with the Chicago Bulls. Any deal. They own the rights to the Kings' first-round pick if Sacramento doesn't end up as one of the 10 worst records in the league. Make a deal with them in exchange for relinquishing the protections on the pick. Maybe get Taj Gibson. They need to give up this year's pick in order to have a first-round pick going forward.
Tempo is great when you have Klay Thompson and Steph Curry. It's a damn near disaster when you have the crew that the Kings put on the floor. If we never hear that word again, it will be too soon.
Suddenly, the management is cheap. They don't have the cash to pay a new coach. Yes, they can buy into a professional soccer club, but when it comes to hiring real talent, they throw a fit.
The money issue just brings back bad memories of a former ownership group headed by a group of lunkhead playboy brothers. It's not a good look.
Ty Corbin should just resign and tell the ownership group to take his job and, well, you know the rest. He was put in a ridiculous position. The players had no desire to listen to him. And general manager Pete D'Allesandro barely made a peep to defend him.
DeMarcus Cousins needs to shut up and stop acting like he's the poor victim in all of this. We've seen some of his antics, including berating teammates and having complete mental breakdowns on the court. I'm not so sure that Cousins isn't the biggest problem in regards to the team's attitude.
This team's start was mostly fluke. Yes, Mike Malone had the team playing tough defense, but the early season was not as rosy as it seems. The offense was still a mess and the lack of outside shooting was evident even then. In addition, the poor depth became increasingly evident as soon as the injuries started to pile up. This is not a good team. It's pretty much a bad one. And I'm not so sure it would have been that different if Malone had stayed on. Still, you have to credit Malone for one thing: He and Cousins seemed to have a connection - and that's hard to do.
George Karl and DeMarcus Cousins is gonna be pure theatre. I'm grabbing my popcorn now and waiting for the fireworks to begin.
Nik Stauskas was drafted for one reason: He was a great shooter. Now we're looking at possibly the biggest bust in the draft. He doesn't have Ben McLemore's athleticism to fall back on, so I'm not sure if there's much of an upside. He needs a summer of performance enhancing drugs just to have a shot at improvement. Some skeptics were comparing him to Jimmer after the Kings drafted him. They might have been right.
Rudy Gay has reverted to his selfish persona of the past. Toronto fans hated him. I'm starting to see why. He's all about getting his shots at any cost. And, most of the time, it doesn't matter if he's double or triple teamed. Can a new coach get through to him? If not, I'd put him on the block in the summer.
I'd explore a deal with the Chicago Bulls. Any deal. They own the rights to the Kings' first-round pick if Sacramento doesn't end up as one of the 10 worst records in the league. Make a deal with them in exchange for relinquishing the protections on the pick. Maybe get Taj Gibson. They need to give up this year's pick in order to have a first-round pick going forward.
Tempo is great when you have Klay Thompson and Steph Curry. It's a damn near disaster when you have the crew that the Kings put on the floor. If we never hear that word again, it will be too soon.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Vivek's biggest blunder? Letting Isaiah go for nothing.
The Phoenix Suns hit town just in time to remind Kings fans that their owner, Vivek Ranadive, may be on the verge of a real organizational dilemma.
Yes, the firing of coach Michael Malone was out of the blue, but it might have been considered just part of a brilliant plan if legendary George Karl was waiting in the wings. He wasn't. And now nobody knows what's going on at Kings headquarters. You'd need a Kremlinologist to figure out what they're thinking.
Malone was no offensive genius and his players shifted into panic mode far too often, but he was respected in the locker room and he got his players to buy in on defense.
He seemed to give the team a sense of purpose and order. Most importantly, he was respected by DeMarcus Cousins, the moodiest mega-talent in the NBA.
Yet Ranadive dumped him. Without a plan in place.
That's scary enough. But you have to go back six months to find the biggest mistake of the Ranadive era.
The out-and-out disposal of point guard Isaiah Thomas.
An explosive scorer with a chip on shoulder, Thomas was a valuable commodity in the NBA. But the Kings, with a chance to keep him on an extremely sensible 4 year, $27 million contract, let him walk.
For nothing. Zip. (Okay, a crappy trade exception that will never be used).
By the way, Thomas is currently 37th in the NBA in PER, higher than any King besides DeMarcus Cousins.
Now I don't care if your nerd analytic team thought he was not the right player for your system. You do not let him go for nothing.
You sign him. And you tell him to fit in. Are you telling me the current Kings couldn't use another three-point shooter who can score from all over the court?
Let's say it didn't work out. So what. Worst-case scenario, you have an extremely valuable trade chip.
Want to know how the Kings might have convinced the Nets to include Mason Plumlee in the trade for Deron Williams? Put Isaiah Thomas in the deal.
Instead, the current Kings have no trade assets. They have no first-round pick to deal. They are stuck looking for high-priced, past-their-prime big names who other teams want to pawn off.
You get the feeling Ranadive thinks he's always the smartest guy in the room. Yet Ranadive's room is dark and secretive and closed to the outside world.
Sometimes you need to open up a window and let a little light shine in.
Yes, the firing of coach Michael Malone was out of the blue, but it might have been considered just part of a brilliant plan if legendary George Karl was waiting in the wings. He wasn't. And now nobody knows what's going on at Kings headquarters. You'd need a Kremlinologist to figure out what they're thinking.
Malone was no offensive genius and his players shifted into panic mode far too often, but he was respected in the locker room and he got his players to buy in on defense.
He seemed to give the team a sense of purpose and order. Most importantly, he was respected by DeMarcus Cousins, the moodiest mega-talent in the NBA.Yet Ranadive dumped him. Without a plan in place.
That's scary enough. But you have to go back six months to find the biggest mistake of the Ranadive era.
The out-and-out disposal of point guard Isaiah Thomas.
An explosive scorer with a chip on shoulder, Thomas was a valuable commodity in the NBA. But the Kings, with a chance to keep him on an extremely sensible 4 year, $27 million contract, let him walk.
For nothing. Zip. (Okay, a crappy trade exception that will never be used).
By the way, Thomas is currently 37th in the NBA in PER, higher than any King besides DeMarcus Cousins.
Now I don't care if your nerd analytic team thought he was not the right player for your system. You do not let him go for nothing.
You sign him. And you tell him to fit in. Are you telling me the current Kings couldn't use another three-point shooter who can score from all over the court?
Let's say it didn't work out. So what. Worst-case scenario, you have an extremely valuable trade chip.
Want to know how the Kings might have convinced the Nets to include Mason Plumlee in the trade for Deron Williams? Put Isaiah Thomas in the deal.
Instead, the current Kings have no trade assets. They have no first-round pick to deal. They are stuck looking for high-priced, past-their-prime big names who other teams want to pawn off.
You get the feeling Ranadive thinks he's always the smartest guy in the room. Yet Ranadive's room is dark and secretive and closed to the outside world.
Sometimes you need to open up a window and let a little light shine in.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Who are these guys? No, seriously, who are they?
I'm a little befuddled right now.
This is about the time of year I start to make fun of the Kings with wild abandon. It's when I realize the team is hopeless, listless and positively devoid of talent.
But something strange is going on this season. I'm beginning to wonder if there was some kind of NBA zombie apocalypse. Bodies have been swapped. That much is clear.
That's the only way to explain the team's fast start, especially after an off-season that left Kings fans scratching their heads.
I would have bet 25 wins at most.
I mean, Omri Casspi?
Yes, Omri Casspi!
The former King has returned with the type of high-energy, refined game that I thought was impossible.
And what about Jason Thompson, a man who never saw a pump fake he didn't take? He's turned into one of the NBA's best defensive big men, stifling the likes of Tim Duncan and Anthony Davis.
Carl Landry? Awful contract. Veteran coming off a serious injury. Yet he's playing like a youngster again, winning down low and making all sorts of big shots.
Ben McLemore? He's suddenly playing like a real-life NBA player, nailing long-range bombs like he's back at Kansas.
And then there's that big angry dude in the middle. The guy they call Boogie.
He's been a revelation. Banging bodies, imposing his will on anyone who dares cross his path.
I've never been a big fan. I've wanted to see him traded on numerous occasions. But I'm almost convinced that he may have put his time-bomb ways behind him.
Yes, the Kings are fun again.
And winning.
Let's hope the zombie apocalypse has a long reign in Sacramento.
This is about the time of year I start to make fun of the Kings with wild abandon. It's when I realize the team is hopeless, listless and positively devoid of talent.
But something strange is going on this season. I'm beginning to wonder if there was some kind of NBA zombie apocalypse. Bodies have been swapped. That much is clear.
That's the only way to explain the team's fast start, especially after an off-season that left Kings fans scratching their heads.
I would have bet 25 wins at most.
I mean, Omri Casspi?
Yes, Omri Casspi!
The former King has returned with the type of high-energy, refined game that I thought was impossible.
And what about Jason Thompson, a man who never saw a pump fake he didn't take? He's turned into one of the NBA's best defensive big men, stifling the likes of Tim Duncan and Anthony Davis.
Carl Landry? Awful contract. Veteran coming off a serious injury. Yet he's playing like a youngster again, winning down low and making all sorts of big shots.
Ben McLemore? He's suddenly playing like a real-life NBA player, nailing long-range bombs like he's back at Kansas.
And then there's that big angry dude in the middle. The guy they call Boogie.
He's been a revelation. Banging bodies, imposing his will on anyone who dares cross his path.
I've never been a big fan. I've wanted to see him traded on numerous occasions. But I'm almost convinced that he may have put his time-bomb ways behind him.
Yes, the Kings are fun again.
And winning.
Let's hope the zombie apocalypse has a long reign in Sacramento.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Is Malone a problem for the Kings? Time for a hard look
Michael Malone seems like a nice guy.
And it seems like the players respect him.
But he has done nothing to prove he's an NBA coach. And Thursday night's mind-numbing meltdown at the hands of the Grizzlies is big, fat Exhibit A.
Before we talk about the tragic final play, let's explore how the Kings gradually let their 26-point lead evaporate in the second half. The primary reason? Malone's offense came to a grinding halt. Not that it's ever really in any other gear.
Yes, the defense wasn't exactly stellar, but it's the offense, stupid.
You see, the Kings have no offense. It's all about DeMarcus Cousins bulling his way down low or Rudy Gay faking and pumping until he gets off a tough 15-footer. When those two players are hitting shots, everything is seemingly fine. But when the going gets tough, the Sacramento offense needs roto-rooter. It's a clogged, poopy mess.
Sometimes Darren Collison gets into some open space and creates, but for the most part, there is nothing. Zero. A painful sharp stick to the eye of NBA observers.
This is on Malone. Sure, the Kings don't exactly have unselfish players, but that's not an excuse for a system that is unable to generate even a small amount of easy shots.
By the way, where exactly is rookie hot shot Nik Stauskas? And why can't this team run a single play for him?
But enough about the offense, let's take a long, hard look at that final play with just 0.3 seconds left on the clock.
Go ahead, look at it.
Keep looking.
Bet you don't see any Kings players defending the basket, do you?
That is inexcusable. And that is on the coach. Period.
All you have to do is be clear and say this: DeMarcus, you stand along the right side of the hoop, Jason, you stand on the other side, and Ryan, you just stand right in front of it. Nobody gets close to the hoop for a lob. Game over.
It's his job and his alone to make this clear. If his players aren't listening to him, that's his fault.
The probation period is over for Mike Malone. It's time for him to prove he's more than a nice guy.
The Kings have shown early that they have the talent to compete. But two gut-wrenching meltdowns in a row point to only one person -- and he's sitting in a suit on the bench.
I'm looking at you, Mr. Malone.
And it seems like the players respect him.
But he has done nothing to prove he's an NBA coach. And Thursday night's mind-numbing meltdown at the hands of the Grizzlies is big, fat Exhibit A.
Before we talk about the tragic final play, let's explore how the Kings gradually let their 26-point lead evaporate in the second half. The primary reason? Malone's offense came to a grinding halt. Not that it's ever really in any other gear.
Yes, the defense wasn't exactly stellar, but it's the offense, stupid.
You see, the Kings have no offense. It's all about DeMarcus Cousins bulling his way down low or Rudy Gay faking and pumping until he gets off a tough 15-footer. When those two players are hitting shots, everything is seemingly fine. But when the going gets tough, the Sacramento offense needs roto-rooter. It's a clogged, poopy mess.
Sometimes Darren Collison gets into some open space and creates, but for the most part, there is nothing. Zero. A painful sharp stick to the eye of NBA observers.
This is on Malone. Sure, the Kings don't exactly have unselfish players, but that's not an excuse for a system that is unable to generate even a small amount of easy shots.
By the way, where exactly is rookie hot shot Nik Stauskas? And why can't this team run a single play for him?
But enough about the offense, let's take a long, hard look at that final play with just 0.3 seconds left on the clock.
Go ahead, look at it.
Keep looking.
Bet you don't see any Kings players defending the basket, do you?
That is inexcusable. And that is on the coach. Period.
All you have to do is be clear and say this: DeMarcus, you stand along the right side of the hoop, Jason, you stand on the other side, and Ryan, you just stand right in front of it. Nobody gets close to the hoop for a lob. Game over.
It's his job and his alone to make this clear. If his players aren't listening to him, that's his fault.
The probation period is over for Mike Malone. It's time for him to prove he's more than a nice guy.
The Kings have shown early that they have the talent to compete. But two gut-wrenching meltdowns in a row point to only one person -- and he's sitting in a suit on the bench.
I'm looking at you, Mr. Malone.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Secret Transcript from the Kings War Room That Will Shock You
A shocking video was slipped to me this morning. It was secretly recorded inside the Kings war room yesterday.
Nobody in the media has seen it yet, but the scene is quite illuminating and helps to unravel the continuing mystery around the team's relationship with free agent point guard Isaiah Thomas. My source told me it was filmed by Grantland, but was confiscated by the Kings soon after shooting.
Those in the video include GM Pete D'Alessandro, owner Vivek Ranadive, team advisor Chris Mullin and a team of crowd-sourcing analytics experts.
Here for you is the raw transcript:
D'Alessandro: "Okay, give me everything you guys got on Collison."
Overweight Analytic Nerd in Checkered Shirt: "According to my calculations, the guy does really well every two years when the starter goes down for 10 games or less"
Vivek (nodding): "Interesting"
Sad Sack Analytic Nerd: "It's quite extraordinary. Collison is below average for 93 percent of the time, but when he starts, he becomes fairly non-mediocre."
Vivek: "Wow."
Mullin: "But doesn't Isaiah put up great numbers all the time as a starter"
Vivek (glaring at Mullin): "Tell him, Pete"
D'Alessandro: He's short"
Mullin: "Yeah, but-"
Very Skinny Analytic Nerd: "Teams with starting point guards below 5-foot-10 only have a 13.8 percent chance of making the playoffs based on a 25-year rolling average."
Vivek (nodding again): "Plus, Collison will only cost us $5 million a year. Isaiah wants to be paid like he's Carl Landry or something."
D'Allessandro: "And Isaiah is short"
Token Minority Analytic Nerd: "We discovered that although Isaiah had comparable numbers to young superstar point guard Kyrie Irving, we had to adjust Isaiah's numbers downward because he just doesn't make enough plays for his teammates."
Mullin (muttering under his breath): "Maybe his teammates suck."
Vivek: "What?"
Mullin: "I mean, would you pass to Ben McLemore? The guy is more likely to hit the side of the backboard. And Travis Outlaw? Or Jason Thompson? Geez."
D'Allesandro: "We are changing the team's culture. We don't want as many gunners. We need to move the ball."
Mullin: Wait a second. We just drafted Nik Stauskas. Are you telling me we drafted the best shooter in the draft so he could pass more?
Vivek (angrily): "You're excused, Chris."
Mullin stares at Vivek, than tosses a glance at D'Allesandro: "Really?"
D'Allesandro shrugs. Mullin exits.
Hunched-Over Analytic Guy: "We calculate that losing Isaiah Thomas will only cost the Pizza Guys franchises a mere 5 percent loss in total business, mostly affecting their sausage and meat-lovers varieties"
Vivek (now beaming and proud): "I love you guys. This is why we are Kings 3.0."
Mullin pokes his head in the door: "You can't buy heart. You want Isaiah on the Pistons? Or the Lakers, for God's sakes?"
Vivek: "Somebody lock the door"
Nobody in the media has seen it yet, but the scene is quite illuminating and helps to unravel the continuing mystery around the team's relationship with free agent point guard Isaiah Thomas. My source told me it was filmed by Grantland, but was confiscated by the Kings soon after shooting.
Those in the video include GM Pete D'Alessandro, owner Vivek Ranadive, team advisor Chris Mullin and a team of crowd-sourcing analytics experts.
Here for you is the raw transcript:
D'Alessandro: "Okay, give me everything you guys got on Collison."
Overweight Analytic Nerd in Checkered Shirt: "According to my calculations, the guy does really well every two years when the starter goes down for 10 games or less"
Vivek (nodding): "Interesting"
Sad Sack Analytic Nerd: "It's quite extraordinary. Collison is below average for 93 percent of the time, but when he starts, he becomes fairly non-mediocre."
Vivek: "Wow."
Mullin: "But doesn't Isaiah put up great numbers all the time as a starter"
Vivek (glaring at Mullin): "Tell him, Pete"
D'Alessandro: He's short"
Mullin: "Yeah, but-"
Very Skinny Analytic Nerd: "Teams with starting point guards below 5-foot-10 only have a 13.8 percent chance of making the playoffs based on a 25-year rolling average."
Vivek (nodding again): "Plus, Collison will only cost us $5 million a year. Isaiah wants to be paid like he's Carl Landry or something."
D'Allessandro: "And Isaiah is short"
Token Minority Analytic Nerd: "We discovered that although Isaiah had comparable numbers to young superstar point guard Kyrie Irving, we had to adjust Isaiah's numbers downward because he just doesn't make enough plays for his teammates."
Mullin (muttering under his breath): "Maybe his teammates suck."
Vivek: "What?"
Mullin: "I mean, would you pass to Ben McLemore? The guy is more likely to hit the side of the backboard. And Travis Outlaw? Or Jason Thompson? Geez."
D'Allesandro: "We are changing the team's culture. We don't want as many gunners. We need to move the ball."
Mullin: Wait a second. We just drafted Nik Stauskas. Are you telling me we drafted the best shooter in the draft so he could pass more?
Vivek (angrily): "You're excused, Chris."
Mullin stares at Vivek, than tosses a glance at D'Allesandro: "Really?"
D'Allesandro shrugs. Mullin exits.
Hunched-Over Analytic Guy: "We calculate that losing Isaiah Thomas will only cost the Pizza Guys franchises a mere 5 percent loss in total business, mostly affecting their sausage and meat-lovers varieties"
Vivek (now beaming and proud): "I love you guys. This is why we are Kings 3.0."
Mullin pokes his head in the door: "You can't buy heart. You want Isaiah on the Pistons? Or the Lakers, for God's sakes?"
Vivek: "Somebody lock the door"
Sunday, January 5, 2014
DeMarcus Cousins: Superstar Pain in the butt
And now all the rumbling begins.
Dissension. Strife in the locker room. The coach throwing players under the bus. Players throwing other players under the bus.
It's getting ugly.
Unfortunately, it ain't gonna get better. And there's a huge reason for that.
His name is DeMarcus Cousins.
Yes, the incredibly talented center is putting up All-Star numbers. He's become a dominant force in the NBA.
But he is not a leader. And he's an intense, still immature, force of nature who doesn't suffer fools. Or anyone else, for that matter, not named DeMarcus. Sometimes it's hard to grow up, hard to learn how to be diplomatic and understand how people view you. It took me 40 years.
With Cousins, you get the feeling his teammates are not that happy to suit up at his side.
On a veteran team, Cousins might be fine. On a young team, he's a problem.
The Kings' brass, for some reason, think they are just a couple of players away from competing for a playoff spot. Why else bring in Rudy Gay and his ridiculously large contract? Or take a flyer on Derrick Williams, who will be owed $6 million next season?
The Kings are miles away from being a good team. Mostly, because they are a team of players with a miserable attitude about each other. And that won't change until Cousins undergoes some serious soul searching or is dealt. If it was my team, I'd vote the latter.
Yes, I know, you can't trade a talent of that magnitude. He's supposedly "untouchable." He's gonna be a force and a beast and a superstar.
Maybe so. But I doubt it happens here. There's a better chance he gets suspended for giving a teammate an atomic wedgie.
Dissension. Strife in the locker room. The coach throwing players under the bus. Players throwing other players under the bus.
It's getting ugly.
Unfortunately, it ain't gonna get better. And there's a huge reason for that.
His name is DeMarcus Cousins.
Yes, the incredibly talented center is putting up All-Star numbers. He's become a dominant force in the NBA.
But he is not a leader. And he's an intense, still immature, force of nature who doesn't suffer fools. Or anyone else, for that matter, not named DeMarcus. Sometimes it's hard to grow up, hard to learn how to be diplomatic and understand how people view you. It took me 40 years.
With Cousins, you get the feeling his teammates are not that happy to suit up at his side.
On a veteran team, Cousins might be fine. On a young team, he's a problem.
The Kings' brass, for some reason, think they are just a couple of players away from competing for a playoff spot. Why else bring in Rudy Gay and his ridiculously large contract? Or take a flyer on Derrick Williams, who will be owed $6 million next season?
The Kings are miles away from being a good team. Mostly, because they are a team of players with a miserable attitude about each other. And that won't change until Cousins undergoes some serious soul searching or is dealt. If it was my team, I'd vote the latter.
Yes, I know, you can't trade a talent of that magnitude. He's supposedly "untouchable." He's gonna be a force and a beast and a superstar.
Maybe so. But I doubt it happens here. There's a better chance he gets suspended for giving a teammate an atomic wedgie.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
The Danger of Not Tearing It Down
The Kings have been in purgatory for a decade.
After a tantalizing stretch of marvelous talent and playoff appearances, the Kings haven't been relevant since the early years of George W. Bush.
And now they've seemingly missed the window again to turn the corner.
Geoff Petrie attempted to rebuild the team on the fly, adding the likes of Brad Miller and Ron Artest, but it was the equivalent of rubbing dirt on a gaping wound.
The team tried coach after coach after coach, none of whom had the ability to take a team utterly lacking in talent and making it seem, well, competent.
The Maloofs finally tapped out around 2008, their bank account drained by bad casino decisions. From then, it was bargain-basement rebuilding.
Which brings us to 2013, new owner Vivek Ranadive, and this year's frustrating assemblage of mismatched parts
New owners have a tough time being patient and Ranadive is no different. He wants results on the floor.
In the last three weeks, the Kings made two big moves.
They traded their top defender for former No. 2 draft stud Derrick Williams, an enigmatic player without an apparent position who stands to make $6 million next season. Can he make a difference? Maybe. But he's exactly the wrong type of player for the Kings. Bad three-point shooter. Undersized. Lacking in defensive skills.
Then the team dealt for Rudy Gay, a no-doubt talented player whose shooting skills have vastly deteriorated over the past two seasons. He'll be owed close to $20 million next season, but the bigger question is this: If Gay does manage to revitalize his career with the Kings, it's gonna be a tough sell to keep him in Sacramento. ln other words, it's a bad gamble with little upside for the Kings past next year.
So what should the alternative have been?
Just look at Boston.
Danny Ainge completely tore it down. Selling off assets for draft picks. Positioning the team for future cap space. Drafting solid young talent.
The Kings should have torn it down. To the studs.
Right now, the team is awful. The defense is embarrassingly shoddy, starting with DeMarcus Cousins, who has yet to learn how to defend a pick-and-roll, to Ben McLemore, who looks so completely lost you want to hand him a map.
Isaiah Thomas is the team's heart and soul, but he rarely gets his teammates involved, a sin for a squad that is comprised of me-first shooters. Marcus Thornton still thinks its the off-season.
Jason Thompson has regressed badly. And the rest of the team, except Gay, is comprised of second-tier talent at best.
Then there's coach Mike Malone, who is still in his honeymoon period. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have any answers.
Will they get better? Probably marginally. Maybe enough to drop their draft position to 10 or 11, which is not where you want to be in a year with perhaps the best selection of college talent ever. If they drop past 12, they lose the pick entirely (to Cleveland), thanks to Petrie's awful deal for J.J. Hickson a few years back.
So that leaves the Kings in an awful position, doomed to rise to utter mediocrity and tread water for the next three or four years.
If it was my call, I would have hacked it to bits. Dealing every veteran player. For draft picks. Or young talent with a defensive mentality. Anything but high-salaried players with questionable long-term help to the team.
Even Cousins should have been dealt. Yes, I know he's got oodles of talent, but his on-court antics are impossible to ignore. You wonder how his teammates put up with him.
It's too late now, I suppose.
Kings fans are stuck with this mismatched, overpaid, selfish collection of players. Maybe they'll grow into something special.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
After a tantalizing stretch of marvelous talent and playoff appearances, the Kings haven't been relevant since the early years of George W. Bush.
And now they've seemingly missed the window again to turn the corner.
Geoff Petrie attempted to rebuild the team on the fly, adding the likes of Brad Miller and Ron Artest, but it was the equivalent of rubbing dirt on a gaping wound.
The team tried coach after coach after coach, none of whom had the ability to take a team utterly lacking in talent and making it seem, well, competent.
The Maloofs finally tapped out around 2008, their bank account drained by bad casino decisions. From then, it was bargain-basement rebuilding.
Which brings us to 2013, new owner Vivek Ranadive, and this year's frustrating assemblage of mismatched parts
New owners have a tough time being patient and Ranadive is no different. He wants results on the floor.
In the last three weeks, the Kings made two big moves.
They traded their top defender for former No. 2 draft stud Derrick Williams, an enigmatic player without an apparent position who stands to make $6 million next season. Can he make a difference? Maybe. But he's exactly the wrong type of player for the Kings. Bad three-point shooter. Undersized. Lacking in defensive skills.
Then the team dealt for Rudy Gay, a no-doubt talented player whose shooting skills have vastly deteriorated over the past two seasons. He'll be owed close to $20 million next season, but the bigger question is this: If Gay does manage to revitalize his career with the Kings, it's gonna be a tough sell to keep him in Sacramento. ln other words, it's a bad gamble with little upside for the Kings past next year.
So what should the alternative have been?
Just look at Boston.
Danny Ainge completely tore it down. Selling off assets for draft picks. Positioning the team for future cap space. Drafting solid young talent.
The Kings should have torn it down. To the studs.
Right now, the team is awful. The defense is embarrassingly shoddy, starting with DeMarcus Cousins, who has yet to learn how to defend a pick-and-roll, to Ben McLemore, who looks so completely lost you want to hand him a map.
Isaiah Thomas is the team's heart and soul, but he rarely gets his teammates involved, a sin for a squad that is comprised of me-first shooters. Marcus Thornton still thinks its the off-season.
Jason Thompson has regressed badly. And the rest of the team, except Gay, is comprised of second-tier talent at best.
Then there's coach Mike Malone, who is still in his honeymoon period. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have any answers.
Will they get better? Probably marginally. Maybe enough to drop their draft position to 10 or 11, which is not where you want to be in a year with perhaps the best selection of college talent ever. If they drop past 12, they lose the pick entirely (to Cleveland), thanks to Petrie's awful deal for J.J. Hickson a few years back.
So that leaves the Kings in an awful position, doomed to rise to utter mediocrity and tread water for the next three or four years.
If it was my call, I would have hacked it to bits. Dealing every veteran player. For draft picks. Or young talent with a defensive mentality. Anything but high-salaried players with questionable long-term help to the team.
Even Cousins should have been dealt. Yes, I know he's got oodles of talent, but his on-court antics are impossible to ignore. You wonder how his teammates put up with him.
It's too late now, I suppose.
Kings fans are stuck with this mismatched, overpaid, selfish collection of players. Maybe they'll grow into something special.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Trading Cousins is the smartest path
Yup. DeMarcus Cousins sure has matured.
He's gone from screeching baby to unhinged toddler. All that talk about his growth just seems like an off-season Vivek Ranadive fever dream. Cousins still seems eons away from harnessing his remarkable talent and putting it into something positive.
Tuesday night's game against the Hawks was a chilling example of his his flammable behavior. In one two-minute span, he collected three fouls, glared ominously at officials, pushed an opponent in intimidating fashion, and just plain melted down before our eyes.
It wasn't pretty. But it's something we've seen too many times before.
Cousins has the ability to be one of the best players in the NBA, but he's not right now. And with a lack of talent surrounding him - especially upfront - life is only going to get more frustrating for him.
Furthermore, his effect on his teammates is not productive. They are completely deferential to him on offense, sometimes seemingly feeding him the ball to avoid an ugly stare. During one timeout during his fourth-quarter flare-up. rookie Ben McLemore looked at Cousins as if he was radioactive. You get the feeling the Kings don't want to get on his bad side. And can you blame them?
Cousins is the best teammate in the world when he's filling the stat sheet, but if things don't go his way -- and they don't more than half the time -- his attitude turns dark far too quickly.
It might be the biggest mistake in the world, but I've been saying to trade him for two years.
My opinion hasn't changed. I've witnessed some impressive efforts from Cousins. He can dominate a game. He is agile and strong and brimming with potential. But the Kings can't depend on him because of his unstable behavior.
Pull the ripcord. Get out now. Send him to a talented, veteran team that can nurture him without having to make him the centerpiece.
You're crazy, you're thinking right now as you read this, didn't this team just hand the guy a huge, long-term deal.
Well, yes, they did. And I don't expect them to change their minds this soon and deal him.
But if the losses start piling up, it's only going to get worse.
Sooner or later, trading DeMarcus is going to be the best thing for him. And for Sacramento.
He's gone from screeching baby to unhinged toddler. All that talk about his growth just seems like an off-season Vivek Ranadive fever dream. Cousins still seems eons away from harnessing his remarkable talent and putting it into something positive.
Tuesday night's game against the Hawks was a chilling example of his his flammable behavior. In one two-minute span, he collected three fouls, glared ominously at officials, pushed an opponent in intimidating fashion, and just plain melted down before our eyes.
It wasn't pretty. But it's something we've seen too many times before.
Cousins has the ability to be one of the best players in the NBA, but he's not right now. And with a lack of talent surrounding him - especially upfront - life is only going to get more frustrating for him.
Furthermore, his effect on his teammates is not productive. They are completely deferential to him on offense, sometimes seemingly feeding him the ball to avoid an ugly stare. During one timeout during his fourth-quarter flare-up. rookie Ben McLemore looked at Cousins as if he was radioactive. You get the feeling the Kings don't want to get on his bad side. And can you blame them?
Cousins is the best teammate in the world when he's filling the stat sheet, but if things don't go his way -- and they don't more than half the time -- his attitude turns dark far too quickly.
It might be the biggest mistake in the world, but I've been saying to trade him for two years.
My opinion hasn't changed. I've witnessed some impressive efforts from Cousins. He can dominate a game. He is agile and strong and brimming with potential. But the Kings can't depend on him because of his unstable behavior.
Pull the ripcord. Get out now. Send him to a talented, veteran team that can nurture him without having to make him the centerpiece.
You're crazy, you're thinking right now as you read this, didn't this team just hand the guy a huge, long-term deal.
Well, yes, they did. And I don't expect them to change their minds this soon and deal him.
But if the losses start piling up, it's only going to get worse.
Sooner or later, trading DeMarcus is going to be the best thing for him. And for Sacramento.
Monday, July 8, 2013
A Monta Ellis signing would set back franchise four more years
The Kings supposedly want highly inefficient guard Monta Ellis.
Four questions:
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
This would easily be the stupidest move of any team in free agency.
The new regime wants ball movement and defense. He brings none of that. He is a ball dominant, me-first, shooting machine. Been there. Done that.
Has Vivek Ranadive ever watched anyone play who didn't play for the Golden State Warriors?
Who's next? Troy Murphy?
I want three qualities from my players: Intensity, maturity and unselfishness. The Kings can't manage to find players with these qualities. The Maloofs couldn't find them. And now it seems like the new regime doesn't care either.
Just recently, it was reported that the ownership group marched down to the home of DeMarcus Cousins in Mobile, Alabama, to announce their undying devotion to him.
They want to build the franchise around him.
The most unstable player in the league.
Who has shown not an iota of evidence that he wants to change.
This is the new ownership group. This is NBA 2.0.
Who's next? Troy Murphy?
I want three qualities from my players: Intensity, maturity and unselfishness. The Kings can't manage to find players with these qualities. The Maloofs couldn't find them. And now it seems like the new regime doesn't care either.
Just recently, it was reported that the ownership group marched down to the home of DeMarcus Cousins in Mobile, Alabama, to announce their undying devotion to him.
They want to build the franchise around him.
The most unstable player in the league.
Who has shown not an iota of evidence that he wants to change.
This is the new ownership group. This is NBA 2.0.
The signing of Ellis is just a bad move. Plain and simple.
Don't do it.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Royal advice: Don't max Iggy (they didn't), let Tyreke go (they're gonna), and deal DMC
A MAXIMUM MISTAKE
Rumors are bubbling about that the Kings are mulling a max offer to free agent Andre Iguodala.
That's an awful idea. He's a nice player and would be a good fit on the Kings, but he NOT a max player. Not by a long shot.
Update: Kings reportedly offered Iguodala $56 million over four years. I think that's probably the most they can offer right now with their cap situation.
Update of the update: Kings took my advice. Yanked offer.
One problem is his age. He's 29. For a guy who relies on athleticism, that's an ominous age for a long-term contract.
Read this.
The guy averaged 13 points and 5 rebounds last season. He's extremely versatile and a lock-down defender, but a max contract should be about the future, not the past. What will his game look like in years three and four of his contract when the team will be hoping to be a factor in the playoffs?
Signing Iggy would certainly help change the perception of the team and, yes, Sacramento has to overpay to get free agents, but not for this guy.
What free agents would I target? I don't mind point guard Jose Calderon, who has already met with the team. He should come at a good price. Maybe Hawks point guard Jeff Teague, who might be more expensive. And maybe a certain Timberwolves center (read below).
Maybe nobody. You don't buy just to buy.
TYREKE EVANS: COMING OR GOING?
Tyreke Evans is looking at a big payday and the debate is raging over whether to match or not.
It shouldn't even be a question.
Did anyone watch Evans for the past two seasons?
Bum ankles, bad decisions, indifferent defense and awful shooting. Is that the kind of guy you reward with $11 or $12 million a year?
No way. I'd be happy with prying point guard Greivas Vasquez from the Pelicans in a sign-and-trade.
Update: Yup, looks like Kings are taking my advice again. Evans reportedly on his way out and Vasquez on his way in. Nice job, Vivek,
DISMANTLE THE STINK
So what to do?
I think you deal DeMarcus Cousins. The guy is not a great teammate. And it's very hard to root for him. His surly, childish antics are irritating, to say the least.
Does he have potential to be great? Oh, yes. I saw him up close in the final game of the season and was startled by his ability to play a dominant all-around game. It was easily the best he looked all year.
But he has some serious issues. And, according to insiders, refuses to even think about getting help with those issues. Maybe he gets his act together. Or maybe he punches someone and gets suspended for half the season. What are you betting on?
I think you can get some pretty nice pieces by dealing him, including a very high pick in next year's prized draft.
Yup, if you haven't guessed, I'm all about blowing up this jumbled mess of a team.
If the Kings were going to make a huge free-agent move, I'd try to do a poison-pill max deal to lure center Nic Pekovic from Minnesota. It would take some creative financing, maybe an amnesty, and the Wolves would most likely match, but I'd try anyhow.
Then, with Pek onboard, I'd deal DMC.
I'd also like to see the Kings make strong moves to deal for Indiana forward Danny Granger, who is now available.
Or how about LaMarcus Aldridge up in Portland.
Your move, Mr. Ranadive. Time to prove you're the smartest guy in the room.
Rumors are bubbling about that the Kings are mulling a max offer to free agent Andre Iguodala.
That's an awful idea. He's a nice player and would be a good fit on the Kings, but he NOT a max player. Not by a long shot.
Update: Kings reportedly offered Iguodala $56 million over four years. I think that's probably the most they can offer right now with their cap situation.
Update of the update: Kings took my advice. Yanked offer.
One problem is his age. He's 29. For a guy who relies on athleticism, that's an ominous age for a long-term contract.
Read this.
The guy averaged 13 points and 5 rebounds last season. He's extremely versatile and a lock-down defender, but a max contract should be about the future, not the past. What will his game look like in years three and four of his contract when the team will be hoping to be a factor in the playoffs?
Signing Iggy would certainly help change the perception of the team and, yes, Sacramento has to overpay to get free agents, but not for this guy.
What free agents would I target? I don't mind point guard Jose Calderon, who has already met with the team. He should come at a good price. Maybe Hawks point guard Jeff Teague, who might be more expensive. And maybe a certain Timberwolves center (read below).
Maybe nobody. You don't buy just to buy.
TYREKE EVANS: COMING OR GOING?
Tyreke Evans is looking at a big payday and the debate is raging over whether to match or not.
It shouldn't even be a question.
Did anyone watch Evans for the past two seasons?
Bum ankles, bad decisions, indifferent defense and awful shooting. Is that the kind of guy you reward with $11 or $12 million a year?
No way. I'd be happy with prying point guard Greivas Vasquez from the Pelicans in a sign-and-trade.
Update: Yup, looks like Kings are taking my advice again. Evans reportedly on his way out and Vasquez on his way in. Nice job, Vivek,
DISMANTLE THE STINK
So what to do?
I think you deal DeMarcus Cousins. The guy is not a great teammate. And it's very hard to root for him. His surly, childish antics are irritating, to say the least.
Does he have potential to be great? Oh, yes. I saw him up close in the final game of the season and was startled by his ability to play a dominant all-around game. It was easily the best he looked all year.
But he has some serious issues. And, according to insiders, refuses to even think about getting help with those issues. Maybe he gets his act together. Or maybe he punches someone and gets suspended for half the season. What are you betting on?
I think you can get some pretty nice pieces by dealing him, including a very high pick in next year's prized draft.
Yup, if you haven't guessed, I'm all about blowing up this jumbled mess of a team.
If the Kings were going to make a huge free-agent move, I'd try to do a poison-pill max deal to lure center Nic Pekovic from Minnesota. It would take some creative financing, maybe an amnesty, and the Wolves would most likely match, but I'd try anyhow.
Then, with Pek onboard, I'd deal DMC.
I'd also like to see the Kings make strong moves to deal for Indiana forward Danny Granger, who is now available.
Or how about LaMarcus Aldridge up in Portland.
Your move, Mr. Ranadive. Time to prove you're the smartest guy in the room.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Will Ranadive be a patient owner? Don't bet on it.
There's a famous adage in the business world that goes like this: The formula for success is to under promise and over deliver.
I'd be willing to bet that new Kings owner Vivek Ranadive is a big proponent of this philosophy. Here's what he said at the announcement of Mike Malone's hiring as the new Kings coach:
"It's a process. It's going to take a couple of years. Our success criteria aren't going to be wins and losses right off the bat."
That's called under promising.
And that's why I don't buy for a second that Ranadive is going to be patient when it comes to what happens on the court. He will demand that his team over deliver.
How can we tell?
Well, with names like Larry Bird and R.C. Buford being tossed around, it's clear the Vivek wants to make a big splash instead of a bunch of little trickles.
Ranadive is smart. Very smart. And he's very good at getting what he wants.
According to reports, he's very hands-on and he hates to lose.
That doesn't sound like a patient man to me.
This is gonna be fun. Expect big moves. Big trades. Big signings.
And wins.
A lot sooner than you might think.
I'd be willing to bet that new Kings owner Vivek Ranadive is a big proponent of this philosophy. Here's what he said at the announcement of Mike Malone's hiring as the new Kings coach:
"It's a process. It's going to take a couple of years. Our success criteria aren't going to be wins and losses right off the bat."
That's called under promising.
And that's why I don't buy for a second that Ranadive is going to be patient when it comes to what happens on the court. He will demand that his team over deliver.
How can we tell?
Well, with names like Larry Bird and R.C. Buford being tossed around, it's clear the Vivek wants to make a big splash instead of a bunch of little trickles.
Ranadive is smart. Very smart. And he's very good at getting what he wants.
According to reports, he's very hands-on and he hates to lose.
That doesn't sound like a patient man to me.
This is gonna be fun. Expect big moves. Big trades. Big signings.
And wins.
A lot sooner than you might think.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Grading the major players in the Sacramento-Seattle duel to the death
The saga is close to over. It looks like a happy ending for Sacramento. So let's look at the major players in this death duel and grade them. Grades are based on their power, instincts, and overall effectiveness:
Vivek Ranadive: Silicon Valley titan came out of nowhere to bring big bucks and a big brain to the ownership group. His tech knowledge and ties to India made a difference. A
Kevin Johnson: The Mayor put himself firmly in position to be the state's next governor with an over-the-top P.R. performance and the ability to bring together a coalition of heavy hitters. A+
George Maloof: The failed casino owner pushed his older brothers, Joe and Gavin, aside and took control. He did manage to wrangle an eye-popping offer from the Seattle group, but his obstinance to selling to Sacramento buyers will ruin his reputation forever. No chance he'll be invited to Gold Rush Days anytime soon. D-
Joe and Gavin Maloof: Missing in action. The faces of the Kings ownership for the last decade went silent. You have to believe that they weren't onboard totally with George's shenanigans. C-
Carmichael Dave: If you were going to follow one person on Twitter, Super Dave was the one. His relentless defense of the team, inside knowledge, and troll hunting made him a favorite for Kings fans with a need for solace. My bet: He's working for Ranadive in a year. A
Chris Hansen: The impossibly rich face of the Seattle group had plenty of money but almost zero in terms of public relations skills. He let Sacramento control the narrative, offering nothing to the hungry press. He did manage to throw the occasional firecracker into the teapot by relentlessly upping his offer, but he didn't seem to understand where the NBA was headed. B-
David Stern: The NBA puppeteer, er, commissioner basically held Sacramento's hand and waltzed them down the aisle, much to chagrin of Seattle fans. What were his motives? Does he hate Seattle? Was he making it up to Sacramento fans for that rigged game in the 2002 playoffs? Doesn't really matter, does it? B+
Grant Napear: The KHTK broadcaster went from chief flunky to head cheerleader with a dizzying 180-degree turn. Napear certainly supported the sale enthusiastically for the past two months, but nobody will forget how much water he carried for the Maloofs over the past two years. You just can't shake the feeling that he was celebrating more keeping his job than keeping the Kings. Guess you can't fault him for that. B-
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