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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Robert Goes to the Game

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.”
-Revelations 6:8

It’s always a solid idea to invoke the eternal in situations like these. Granted, the Columbia School of Journalism would frown on such a thing. Not your classic pyramidal lede, after all. But I used the King James version in honor of last night’s opponent. Yours truly, by dint of luck, got to attend this titanic affair in person (some of you may have already read my in-game tweets). Just as the good Dr. Thompson would have were he still with us, I brought a pad and paper (no smart-phone for Altacockers like me — heck, I came this close to wearing a fedora and bringing a Smith-Corona with me) and took copious notes. Here, Gonzo-style, is my mostly unedited, minute-by-minute experience of/commentary on said contest…

5:20 – Walking up 7th Avenue. Looking for that “Knicks buzz” that we haven’t seen round these parts since Bubba Clinton was lord and master of all he surveyed. It’s sorta there. Scalpers milling about at five-ish is a good sign. So is cops half-heartedly trying to bust said scalpers. For a second I ponder hocking my ticket and “covering” this event from Rudy’s Bar and Grill down the block (free hot dogs!). But considering I’m a respected member of the mainstream media, I quickly ditch this idea.

5:25 – I finish my last cigarette and enter MSG. Turns out, Gerry Cosby Sporting Goods is no longer in existence. I die a little inside. Back in the day, going to the game with my father, a key part of our pre-game ritual involved a pit stop at Gerry Cosby to stare in wonderment at the game-used jerseys and (utterly out of our price range) threads for sale. I blame Ebay/Craigslist for its demise. [Ed’s note: Cosby’s is still alive, 31st street East of 7th.]

5:26 – I wander over to the concierge desk and get my ticket. Clyde Frazier saunters (and I mean saunters) by. He’s rocking a turquoise suit, shirt and shoes. Sweet.

5:35 – So this shindig’s been set up by American Express. Upon entering, I’m approached by a middle management-type who gives me a free hat (not to mention, you know, the tickets) so I smile politely and make a beeline for the hors-d’oeuvres.

5:36 – I was hoping for some good cheese at the buffet table, but alas, there’s just reheated pigs-in-a-blanket and some chicken teriyaki thingies.  I eat them anyway. I mean, they’re there so I’ll eat but I was kinda hoping for fancy cheese m’self.

5:38 – There’s Clyde Frazier and Earl “The Pearl” Monroe. I’m giddy as a schoolgirl. Seriously, just in awe. I walk over, attempting to be casual, as if chilling with all-time NBA greats is a daily occurrence for your humble correspondent. (I assume I fail. Casual anything isn’t my strong suit).  They’re talking about Rondo and how they’d defend his lack of a shot. Clyde, in his ineffable greatness says, “I’d insult him. I’d stand five feet away with my hands at my side and dare him to shoot. One miss, and he’d be mine for the rest of the game.” (I so want to be as cool as Walt Frazier in my next life). You may have seen some of the choice quotes from Clyde n’ Pearl at the mini-“press conference” that I tweeted (http://twitter.com/KnickerBlogger). But prior to this, we just hung out and talked hoops. I’m just about ready to die happily now. A few snippets of our chit-chat below…

PEARL: Dick Barnett used to bring his man close to me so he’d lay off Dick and double me. That was his way of letting me know it was time to give him the ball.

CLYDE: The Knicks haven’t executed a last-second play well since Red was the coach.

(I then asked Clyde, “Is that the players’ fault? Or the coach’s/poor play design?)

CLYDE: It’s both. They don’t practice it enough. In that situation, you’re so exhausted it has to be instinctive. You have to rely on muscle memory.

(Side note — I often carp on Clyde’s malapropisms/misused vocab when he’s calling a game. Hearing him “just talk” he’s clearly a very bright, articulate guy. It make me kinda wish he’d ditch the rhyming shtick — he clearly doesn’t need  it.)

PEARL: I almost came out of retirement to play for the expansion Dallas Mavericks in ’81. They really tried to sell me. Offered me a house in Dallas and a front office job when I retired. Almost said yes, but I really couldn’t play any more and I didn’t want the fans to remember me struggling.

CLYDE: (Comparing LBJ/Wade to himself and Monroe) Someone has to adapt and change their game. A team always knows who the alpha dog is. You fight it, and everyone gets messed up. Pearl changed to fit with me and we were able to flourish.

6:10 – I’m positively floating after getting to talk roundball with two of my heroes. In my stupor, I eat my eighth pig-in-a-blanket. The waiters are eyeballing me warily.

6:15 – The aforementioned mini-press conference. I listen for a bit. When the questions devolve into, “What was your favorite moment as a Knick,” I figure this is my chance to grab a last smoke before the game begins. Alas, I’m not allowed to leave. For serious. There’s an electronic chip on the ticket that once scanned, can’t be re-scanned or something and so if I go, I’m out for good. I begin to mumble something about hyper-technology dehumanizing us all and go back to the event, smoke-free.

6:30 – John Starks enters.

6:31 – John Starks exits.

6:32 – Wait, was that John Starks? Is he coming back? I wanna meet John Starks and do the three-fingers-to-the-heart gesture!! I go to ask the AMEX guy, but he’s hitting on the bartender. Poop.

6:35 – The pre-game event is over and we’re supposed to head up to the luxury suite, but I break away from the pack to take in the ambiance and go over my notes (this will be important later). Charles Smith walks by. He seems to not have aged at all since 1993. Ironic, since his series of bricks at the end of Game Five v. the Bulls clearly took ten years off my life and added three or four permanent furrows to my brow. [Ed’s note: That moment is what turned me from a boy into a man. It stole any childhood happiness from my soul.]

6:55 – I make my way up to the suite. I’ve never seen this part of MSG before. Honestly, it looks like the hallway of a Days Inn somewhere. Middle-aged, red-faced, clearly wealthy guys in suits, reeking of axe body wash are dragging their half-bored fraying trophy wives behind them. Again, just totally out of my element. The Garden for me will always be dingy fluorescent hallways that reek of deep-fried food and/or urine. It’s like the Great Recession never happened for these people. I can guarantee you that none of them ever considered lining their pockets with Ziploc bags to scarf buffet-table leftovers (I’ll let y’all decide if that’s a good or a bad thing).

7:00 – I enter the suite. We’re above the blue seats. To my surprise, being this high up allows for a much better view of the game than what one would find in the 200’s. There’s clearly a mathematical reason for this, but look! More buffet food. Sliders and dumplings and wings! Awesome. Excuse me please…

7:03 – Again, I try to suss out the vibe of MSG. Being this far away from the huddled, unwashed masses makes it a wee bit difficult, but there’s a genuine nervous energy about the place. Folks are ready to bust out with joy and/or hate.

7:08 – Pre-game hoopla. It’s a remnant of the Isiah regime. So much hurly-burly. T-shirt cannons. Random hype guys trying to get the crowd juiced. Hate it. I understand when the Knicks were a pitiable lot, some corporate bigwigs might have thought all this sound and fury was necessary to, you know, distract the populace from the abhorrent product on the court. But now that there’s a good (or at least usually entertaining) team, it’s just not necessary. I’m reminded, oddly enough, of a scene from that awful remake of Rollerball.

7:12 – Oh, right. The game. LeBron, etc. That’s why we’re here.

7:20 – Between sending Mike K. my tweets, taking notes and snacking like a fiend, I realize that I’m only semi-paying attention to what’s occurring on the court. I’m more impressed than ever by Bill Simmons’ running game diaries/”Cover it live” scribblings (to which this little ditty owes more than a passing resemblance). It’s really hard to write about and watch the game and be vaguely witty and/or insightful all at the same time.

7:25 – I ravage the buffet/beverage table like Amar’e going to the rim on the pick and roll. I’m on my twelfth piggie-blankety treat and loading up with Buffalo wings. So now I’ve got a hot sauce slathered face (bleu cheese dressing is for wimps) and I’m intermittently bellowing things like, “That was a foul!” and, “Stop throwing up early three’s Raymond/Will/Landry! Move the @#$%^& ball!!” My fellow box residents are starting to give me the stink-eye. None of them seem nearly as emotionally invested in the outcome of the match as I am.

7:35 – 1st Quarter ends. Nix down nine. I’m trying to figure out what cost our lads the lead. Felton/Amar’e seem too eager to play well. Doubling LeBron is allowing Bosh and Carlos effing Arroyo to nail easy open shots. While marveling at my brilliant analysis, I suddenly realize that I’ve been in the wrong luxury suite the whole time. I’m surprised no one asked who I was what I was doing there or something, but as I said, these folks didn’t seem to care too much that they were there, so my presence wasn’t likely to make that much of an impression.

7:38 – I make my way to the AMEX box. This is more like it. I’m suddenly surrounded by some seriously jacked fans, wearing Amar’e jerseys and drinking heavily. (The fact that this suite [unlike my first one] contained a fully stocked bar probably helped. I take a moment to curse the fact that I’m an alcoholic and move on). Much theorizing about why they’re down. Someone says, “D’Antoni sucks!” Cogent analysis or not, these are my people. The AMEX guy asks, “Where have you been?” I mutter something about being in the wrong suite and he laughs stiffly and whacks me on the back saying, “You rock, dude!” He’s like the fraternity brother I never had.

7:52 – Oo! A Padma Lakshmi sighting in celebrity row! She’s like, really pretty and like, this season of Top Chef looks like totally promising if…Wait. Wrong pointless obsession. Sorry ’bout that. [Ed’s note: I thought I was the only one? Which chef do you think has the best game? The easy answer is Anthony Bourdain, but I’d put my money on the darkhorse chef/cager, Eric Ripert. There are plenty of ballers in France… I see what you mean by pointless obsession.]

7:59 – The Knickerbockers start to claw their way back in the game, capped by Willll-son CHAND-La!’s thunderous dunk on the break. The suite’s rocking and the one attractive woman in the room starts to dance seductively to whatever classic rock tune they’re playing during the time out. Suddenly every male with an operant limbic system shifts their curdling blood-rage into an indefinable lust for this supple yet lithe, gyrating female. Her ostensible boyfriend, heretofore the most vociferous chap in the joint, gets quiet and protective.

8:10 – Halftime. Tied. I’m seriously jonesing for a smoke, but the food-coma I’m entering is counteracting the effects nicely. Everyone in the suite is super-sure that the Nix will win this one. I’m not convinced. It’s not the ten years of losing, mind you. My Nix, even when they were a “contender” always seemed to botch games like this’n. I wonder how these doe-eyed optimists are going to react when the soul-crushing defeats inevitably arrive. Will they be thrilled just to have “meaningful games?” Will they revel in “moral victories?” Or will they be even more distraught?

8:30 – My notes say in all-caps & repeatedly underlined, “3 MISSED FREE THROWS BY STAT. THAT’S THE GAME. IT’S OVER.” Again, I’ve seen too many of these affairs. It’s not because I have any great b-ball insight, mind you, it’s all a matter of  repetition. I’ve seen this show before. Just like I know how Hamlet’s going to end when I watch that bit o’ drama play out.

8:54 – And just like that, down 16 at the end of the third. John Kenney’s got a much more thorough recap but in short, LeBron went into full-on killer mode.

9:02 – The fans in the pricey seats start leaving in droves and the energy in the arena deflates quicker than the Metrodome.

9:12 – The AMEX guy asks if I’m sticking around for the post-game interviews. Of course, I say. He seems edgy and queries what I plan on asking Gallo/Stat/Turiaf (Who evidently are going to hang around to chill with us uber-fans after getting grilled by the beat reporters. I’m impressed. After this game, I’d be high-tailing it out of there.) I reassure him I won’t say anything to kick the team after a bad loss. Clearly, I’ll never be employed by the New York Post.

9:25 – Game’s over and we’ve made our serpentine way through the bowels of MSG to the court. We wait.

9:30 – We wait some more. Again, if Gallo/Stat/Ronny chose to bail, I wouldn’t blame them.

9:31 – By the way, the fans in the pricey seats left a TON of food on the floor. Aside from the mess, those things are expensive and some people took less than one bite before throwing it away! Why not take it with you? It’s still good! Och!

9:33 – Stephen A. Smith walks by. Someone in our group yells out, “Quite frankly, I love them Cheesy Doodles!” I laugh like a hyena. If you’d like to get the reference, check out this clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAB5lOIl-2U. Heh. Cheesy Doodles.

9:35 – Gallo/Stat/Ronny come out. AMEX has swung us a free photo with them on the Knicks’ logo at center court. I wait my turn and step on to the sacred floor of Madison Square Garden.  I’m 12 years old and Bernard King is still the best baller ever. I mime launch a three and stand next to the aforementioned trio. Kill me now.

(Side note — NBA players are really tall. The thing about watching games on TV is that, since everyone on the court is usually a ginormous human being (save Nate), one doesn’t realize how massive these guys really are. We’re not even the same species. There’s a photo coming of this moment via mail which I’ll share with y’all as soon as it arrives. I’ll be the midget sporting an ear-to-ear grin.)

9:36 – As the photographer gets ready, I say to Turiaf, “C’est dommage, mon gros!” (Translation: Too bad, my friend!) Completely unsurprised by my comment in French, he replies, “Oui, Oui, Le demain sera meilleur.” (Translation: Tomorrow will be better). Ronny Turiaf is super-cool. Then I say to Gallo, “In bocca al lupo! (Translation: Into the mouth of the wolf – it’s Italian slang that means, “good luck”). He was seriously taken aback, but still managed to pull off a fist bump while saying, “Crepi!” (Again, it literally means “Eat it!” but it’s slang for, “I will!”).  Dap from Gallo plus a bit of linguistic gymnastics has me on cloud nine. I’m King Superfly Baddass Mofo.

9:40 – We find out the Q&A has been canceled. They’ve got to get on a plane to Cleveland. No quibbles here.

9:50 – I’m on 7th Ave again, killing my nic-fit and still in a daze (maybe it’s the literal truckload of buffet I gobbled). Thinking back on the evening’s events, I’m given pause by how much it didn’t feel like going to the game (at least not in any sense that I’d experienced before). I know we lost and I have a few ideas as to why, but the usual emotional highs and lows were for the most part completely absent. And then it hit me. I couldn‘t watch the game as a fan because I was there to report on the game. Now, I’m not saying I had a typical sportswriter’s experience. For one, I assume that real reporters aren’t nearly as star-struck as I was. But the thing I think I shared with those ink-stained wretches is the sense of detachment that’s required for the task at hand. There’s really no way to root for the Knicks and write about it as it happens (recaps for Knickerblogger are clearly another matter entirely) in any competent manner. So I sacrificed my emotional investment in order to type this. And were someone to pay me to report on this team on a daily basis (Ha!), I’d have to stop pulling for this team in order to do my job. I guess I just inadvertently discovered objective journalism.

Didn’t see that coming.

40 comments on “Robert Goes to the Game

  1. Bruno Almeida

    Really awesome write up Robert, loved it.

    I was a journalist here in Brazil and I’ve been to a couple of high profile events, and it can be a pretty mind-blowing experience when you get to see things from that perspective, it’s pretty cool.

  2. danvt

    Really entertaining write up Bob! Incredible. How’d you get the opportunity? Weird how pro basketball has become akin to lifestyles of the rich and famous. Whatever happened to pop corn and Reingold with a plastic cover on the top? (or am I getting confused with Shea stadium?)

    On the game/ team: I don’t think Lebron is quite as good as he played last night. He seems to lean way back on his jump shots and every time I’ve geared up for a performance like that in the playoffs in the last couple of years he’s been Mr. Brick. NYK could have played way better (missed free throws!!) and Miami pretty much shot the ball out of their minds. We might have a chance to beat these guys later in the season.

    I’m with you on not wanting Melo. We have work to do but we have the squad. Let’s hope we stay up and kill Cleveland.

    Again, great job, fantastic read. I’m jealous. Nice stuff on Clyde and Pearl. Just take care of your health buddy! (You should smoke what I do)
    d

  3. ess-dog

    Well done, Robert. Gives you just a small taste of what a MegaCorp. The Knicks™ are.
    Also, congrats on the shout out from Alan Hahn!

  4. d-mar

    Nice writeup Robert. I was at the game also, and my tale of woe is when I went to grab something to eat with 8 minutes left in the 2nd quarter, and by the time I returned to my seat, it was halftime! I think there was a work slowdown at Ranch 1 or something. And since there’s a 2-3 second delay from live action to the TV’s behind the counter, you would hear a huge roar, the PA guy shout “Raymond Felton!” and on the screen he’d still be dribbling and about to fire up a shot. Very bizarre.

    Some of the idiots in the sports media are spouting the ridiculous “Bosh outplayed Amare” crap this morning. I don’t think Bosh got triple teamed much in that game, and they really didn’t guard each other very often. Just stupid.

  5. Nic

    Fun read.

    Great Clyde quotes.

    There is a place to get a nic fix in MSG. Have used it dozens of times. In fact there’s a designated sneaking place in every arena. Just gotta ask. The blue collar types who work there use it.

  6. Nick C.

    Wow!!! What an experience. Clyde and Pearl. Speaking French with Ronny and Italian with Gallo. Awesome!

  7. danvt

    http://sports.espn.go.com/new-york/nba/columns/story?columnist=sheridan_chris&id=5932180

    “Right now, they are only e-lite (pronounced ee-light). And as we saw Friday night, ee-light is nowhere near the level of the legitimately elite.”

    Geez I wish people would calm down. No one said there as good as the Heat. No one said we’re beating them in a seven game series. I think maybe we can steal a game from them, though. We had a bad game last night and might have lost to anyone. That happens. Being 16-11 gives you some room for error. They will need upgrades, most probably, but the key thing is that we don’t know what those upgrades should be yet. Randolph may still make an impact. It’s too early to know. Let’s play it out. No one’s hit their ceiling yet. Sheridan makes it seem like giving up Gallo, Chandler, Fields and a (to be acquired) 1st rounder is a no brainer because right now we’re only “e-lite”.

    I really like this team. They play together and are fun to watch. They’ve already exceeded my expectations and I’ll enjoy watching them test themselves.

    Maybe Sheridan thinks we should get Arenas or Vince Carter?

  8. Robert Silverman Post author

    Thanks for all the kind words, guys!

    Two things: One, my “experience” as a reporter doesn’t make me any more sympathetic to the likes of Chris Sheridan, who uses the sun rising as an excuse to vent bile about the Nix. The “ee-lite” thesis is a straw man argument at best.

    And two, forget the Melo rumors. Get ready for the Nash to the Knicks gossip/speculation to blow up. Simmons already piled on: http://twitter.com/sportsguy33/status/16238795032633344

  9. Z

    Hmmm. Wonder what Phoenix is doing? They don’t even save much money in the deal. Richardson is best player in the trade. Orlando’s 2011 pick will be pretty low. Did they do it primarily for the $3 mil in cash? Knowing Sarver, probably.

  10. Bruno Almeida

    Z: retty low. Did they do it primarily for the $3 mil in cash? Knowing Sarver, probably. Z

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    they rid themselves of the terrible Turkoglu contract, he’s obviously not a fit with Nash and he still has 3 years left I believe.

    Carter’s next year is expiring.

    Richardson will fit like a glove Orlando’s strategy, if Hedo goes back to his pre-Toronto form, the Magic will be VERY dangerous.

    I just don’t think Arenas is a good gamble, he’s damaged goods imo.

  11. cgreene

    Bruno Almeida:
    they rid themselves of the terrible Turkoglu contract, he’s obviously not a fit with Nash and he still has 3 years left I believe.Carter’s next year is expiring.Richardson will fit like a glove Orlando’s strategy, if Hedo goes back to his pre-Toronto form, the Magic will be VERY dangerous.I just don’t think Arenas is a good gamble, he’s damaged goods imo.  

    Agree. Did one player too many. Nelson, Richardson, Turkoglu, Lewis, Howard is a pretty strong best five with Bass giving you rebound strength off the bench.

  12. Bruno Almeida

    and I think Rashard could go back to his 08 form by playing together with Turkoglu, they were a very good fit together because both had size, both could shoot and Rashard was actually a very underrated post player.

  13. cgreene

    Robert Silverman: Thanks for all the kind words, guys!
    Two things: One, my “experience” as a reporter doesn’t make me any more sympathetic to the likes of Chris Sheridan, who uses the sun rising as an excuse to vent bile about the Nix. The “ee-lite” thesis is a straw man argument at best.And two, forget the Melo rumors. Get ready for the Nash to the Knicks gossip/speculation to blow up. Simmons already piled on: http://twitter.com/sportsguy33/status/16238795032633344  

    Funny thing is wouldn’t Nash at 36 (seemingly still in great shape) make the perfect backup for Felton for the next 2 years.

  14. Bruno Almeida

    cgreene:
    Funny thing is wouldn’t Nash at 36 (seemingly still in great shape) make the perfect backup for Felton for the next 2 years.  

    I mean, I love Nash, but I think we’re better off with Felton for the moment.

    keep him, see what he’s got, and keep our options open until Felton’s contract expires and Chris Paul or Deron Williams might be on the market.

  15. DS

    I think the Arenas deal will actually work out. But @21 you raise a good point… I don’t see why Orlando wouldn’t give Rashard a try with Richardson and Hedo first before they hurried to add more shooting… it seems like a business/public relations decision.

  16. jon abbey

    Nash’s deal expires at the same time as Felton’s, I think I’d be all for Felton and Azubuike’s expiring deal for Nash. this team isn’t going to win a title (probably ever, to be honest), so I’m all for even more entertaining.

  17. Bruno Almeida

    jon abbey: Nash’s deal expires at the same time as Felton’s, I think I’d be all for Felton and Azubuike’s expiring deal for Nash. this team isn’t going to win a title (probably ever, to be honest), so I’m all for even more entertaining.  

    he expires the same time as Felton? ah, I thought he had a couple more years…

    if it’s only Felton and Azu for Nash, I’d probably do it, I just love the way Nash plays and we still have the possibility to pursue a better option in 2 years.

  18. Z

    @19

    Gortat is still owed $30 mil. Peitrus is owed $10 mil. Carter and Richardon’s contracts for this year are a wash, but Carter’s has a $4 mil buyout for 2012 and Richardson’s doesn’t.

    So they don’t really save any money off the Turkoglu contract until 2012-2013. Considering they went to the WCF last year, seems like they should save a lot more for dumping one of their best players.

  19. DS

    Is Bill Simmons the only source talking about Nash to the Knicks? I know he was a fan of the D’Antoni era Suns, so I’m sure this is one of the many cases in which he’s just talking out of his ass.

  20. Bruno Almeida

    Z: @19Gortat is still owed $30 mil. Peitrus is owed $10 mil. Carter and Richardon’s contracts for this year are a wash, but Carter’s has a $4 mil buyout for 2012 and Richardson’s doesn’t.So they don’t really save any money off the Turkoglu contract until 2012-2013. Considering they went to the WCF last year, seems like they should save a lot more for dumping one of their best players.  

    yeah, Gortat and Pietrus still have longer contracts, but Gortat should be pretty easy to flip to some other team, there were many teams after him when he was a free agent, and he’d be far more useful for the Suns than Turkoglu.

    the Suns did a terrible job this off-season, not resigning Amare, getting Turkoglu who’s a terrible fit and trading Barbosa, who was a very good fit, for him.

  21. ess-dog

    jon abbey: Nash’s deal expires at the same time as Felton’s, I think I’d be all for Felton and Azubuike’s expiring deal for Nash. this team isn’t going to win a title (probably ever, to be honest), so I’m all for even more entertaining.  

    I know what you mean. Sometimes I think the smartest thing we could do would be to trade Amare for some very young guys and draft picks and aim to build a great team 5 years from now. The next 5 at least are going to be owned by the Celts and the Heat.

  22. Ben R

    That gives the Suns three centers; Lopez, Gortat and Frye. I figure Lopez is the starter so that makes either Frye or Gortat completely expendable with big long contracts. Either Frye or Gortat would do really well here. Gortat is what we hoped Mozgov would be and Frye is a five that can stretch the floor for Amare.

    Plus Childress is struggling in Pheonix, only 17 minutes per game and with the addition of Pietrus maybe Childress is also expendable. What about a straight up trade of Curry for Childress and Frye/Gortat. We’ll throw in 3 million and they can throw in that 1st rounder we need, since we’re saving them lots of money.

  23. Ben R

    Oh, by the way Robert, one of the most entertaining basketball articles I’ve read in a long time. It was great. Thanks

  24. cgreene

    Ben R: That gives the Suns three centers; Lopez, Gortat and Frye. I figure Lopez is the starter so that makes either Frye or Gortat completely expendable with big long contracts. Either Frye or Gortat would do really well here. Gortat is what we hoped Mozgov would be and Frye is a five that can stretch the floor for Amare.
    Plus Childress is struggling in Pheonix, only 17 minutes per game and with the addition of Pietrus maybe Childress is also expendable. What about a straight up trade of Curry for Childress and Frye/Gortat. We’ll throw in 3 million and they can throw in that 1st rounder we need, since we’re saving them lots of money.  

    Hmmm. If we were going to give up Curry for longer term contracts thereby taking us out of next year’s FA market I think we could swing a better haul than that if we threw more into the deal.

  25. latke

    ess-dog: I wonder if Dallas would go for this:http://games.espn.go.com/nba/tradeMachine?tradeId=287wussThey save some money and get some youth and defense and we get a true center and a young back up point.  

    It’s not a total homer trade, but Dallas already is rich in wings in Stevenson, Butler and Marion, and I don’t know that we value Haywood (who’s getting old and has a huge contract) nearly as much as the eternally capped out dallas does. I think beaubois makes more sense for a team in search of a starting caliber point guard. Perhaps though we could find starter minutes for Beaubois with Felton playing the two sometimes. If Dallas tosses in a minimum contract, you can just trade Chandler for Beaubois, and maybe Dallas does that with plans of letting Butler walk at the end of the season.

  26. Ben R

    cgreene: Hmmm. If we were going to give up Curry for longer term contracts thereby taking us out of next year’s FA market I think we could swing a better haul than that if we threw more into the deal.

    I actually think that’s a pretty good haul. I really like Childress. He plays within himself, is a good defender, has shown the ability to hit the open three and is a good rebounder. I can’t think of many players I would rather have coming off the bench as our sub at the wing positions. As for the center options, if we could get Frye it would solve the issue about keeping four shooters on the court at the same time, while still allowing us to play a true bigman. He is not a terrible defender and while not a great rebounder he is an upgrade on Turiaf. If they wanted to send us Gortat instead he is one of the best backup centers in the league and would instantly shore up our defense off the bench. I would also try to see if we could pull Dragic away since that deal essentially saves Pheonix 50 million over the next four years.

    As for sweetening our trade, at this point I personally would not trade Randolph under any circumstances because his value is at rock bottom right now.

    ess-dog: I wonder if Dallas would go for this:

    I highly doubt Dallas moves Beaubois. They see him as the future and are extremely high on him.

    As for center I wouldn’t want Haywood, because, while he is good, he is already over 30 and has alot of years on that contract.

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