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    [Update: this column was posted prior to the news that PG Derrick White would miss the next 6-8 weeks with a heel injury. The bad news keeps pouring in for the Spurs.]

    Gregg Popovich is too old for this shit.

    At age 69, Pop has nothing left to prove to the basketball world, but the 2018-19 season was always going to be a big test of his coaching brilliance. Franchise stalwarts Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili, Tony Parker, and Kawhi Leonard are all gone. So are Danny Green and Kyle Anderson, two useful rotation pieces. The only remaining player from the Spurs’ 2013-14 championship team is Patty Mills. Amid all this roster turnover, Pop could at least feel secure knowing he had Dejounte Murray, a young, athletic point guard poised to take the leap this season.

    Until he didn’t.

    Team officials confirmed Murray tore his ACL on Sunday, ending his season before it began. It is a devastating blow for both Murray and the team, and it forces us to ask a question which would have seemed unthinkable a year ago: can the Spurs cobble together a viable defense?

    If this sounds crazy, it’s because it is. The Spurs are the gold standard for NBA defense this decade. The last time a Spurs team ranked lower than third in Defensive Rating (per 100 possessions) was the lockout season of ’11-’12. Obviously they have always benefited from the schematic genius of Popovich, which somewhat obscures the fact they have had a roster populated with really freaking good defensive players. Tim Duncan was one of the best defensive players to ever walk the Earth. Everyone knows what a menace Kawhi is, and Green is highly respected as a solid 3-and-D guy as well, but it is underappreciated how quietly terrific both Anderson and Murray had become on that end over the last couple seasons. Parker and Ginobili were not lockdown defenders at the tail end of their respective careers, but their level of institutional knowledge in the Spurs’ system and the mind meld they enjoyed with each other are not easy things to replicate.

    Had the Spurs’ front office been able to somehow replace all of these spots in the rotation with marginally comparable defensive talents, then it would be easy enough to make the case that Pop could work his magic and conjure up a competent defense. That’s going to be a hard sell given the rotation they are set to trot out, however, particularly at the point of attack. The downgrade from the defensive trio of Leonard, Green, and Murray to now-presumptive starters Rudy Gay, DeMar DeRozan, and Patty Mills is probably not something Pop can just scheme around — it is a legitimate problem. Mills is an easy target for mismatches (basically the antithesis of Murray’s rangy, ball-hawking tenacity), and Gay and DeRozan are both physically capable but frequently indifferent defenders.

    San Antonio should remain fairly stout on the interior with LaMarcus Aldridge and Pau Gasol, both of whom remain dependable, productive defensive presences, despite their reputations never quite catching up with their performance. Jakob Poeltl, acquired in the Kawhi trade, also shows potential as a rim protector. The challenge is, none of this trio is going to be terribly effective guarding in space, and combined with the way teams will hunt Mills in the pick-and-roll, San Antonio will have a very tough time executing the type of switch-heavy scheme that has become de rigueur in today’s league. A system where the bigs lay back on the pick-and-roll and switches are generally avoided can still work, but it requires on-a-string chemistry, diligent communication, and precise rotations, all of which could be problematic for a team with little continuity in its lineup combinations.

    There is one potential answer on the roster. Pop will have to see what he has in second-year point guard Derrick White, who is already 24 years old, but has the requisite size (6’5″ with a 6’8″ wingspan) to guard across multiple positions, and showed some promise on both ends in limited minutes last season. If he can provide a reasonable facsimile of Murray’s production, then White could eventually take over the starting spot, allowing Mills to return to his traditional bench spark plug role, but that’s a big ask for a guy who’s played a grand total of 139 NBA minutes.

    The Spurs will need to take a cautious approach with this year’s first round pick, Lonnie Walker IV. The 19-year-old shooting guard out of Miami oozes with potential as a two-way running mate for DeRozan, but he is going to take time to develop, a process currently stalled by a torn meniscus, which is slated to keep him out six to eight weeks but often has lingering effects, especially on players heavily reliant on athleticism, as Walker is at this stage of his development. They will have to hope Walker can come back and provide a jolt later in the season for a bench which looks to be underwhelming, at best. Davis Bertans, Dante Cunningham, Marco Belinelli, and Quincy Pondexter (when healthy) are all veterans who have been through the battles and bring something to the table, but none of them moves the needle in any significant way.

    With Murray out for the year, the Spurs are banking on internal development from Poeltl, White, and Walker, because the core is not getting any younger. [As an aside, the Game of Thrones-inspired branding possibilities for the White/Walker backcourt are limitless.] DeRozan is the youngest of the projected starters at 29, Belinelli is 32, Cunningham is 31, and Pondexter is 30. Gasol and Gay both saw the lowest minutes load of their respective careers last season — Pau because he’s 38 years old, Gay because he was recovering from a torn Achilles’ tendon — but should see an uptick again this year out of sheer necessity. For his part, Gay bounced back nicely in ’17-’18, putting up per-36 minute numbers right in line with his career norms. He was overpaid and miscast as a primary option in previous career stops, which may have skewed our perception of what he is as a player, but now in a more optimal role (and at a more palatable salary figure), he looks to be a genuinely useful piece.

    So is this still a playoff-caliber roster? With Murray leading the defense and pushing the pace (something Pop had emphasized in preseason prior to the injury), I would have been firmly on the bandwagon. The team somehow won 47 games last season while getting virtually nothing out of Kawhi, and they added DeRozan, a two-time All-NBA performer who, after being unceremoniously dumped by the only pro franchise he has ever known, has a chip on his shoulder so massive you can see it from space. There are questions of fit based on the somewhat retrograde playing styles of DeRozan and Aldridge, but bottom line, there are not many teams who trot out two All-NBA caliber players each night, and that has to count for something. Even with the lack of shooting around them       — San Antonio was 27th in 3PA and 26th in 3P% last season, marks which don’t figure to improve much this year — DeRozan has worked hard to become a solid playmaker, and if he and LA can develop pick-and-roll/pick-and-pop chemistry on the fly, the offense could be just potent enough to allow Pop to turn chicken shit into chicken salad on the defensive end and keep the team in the mix.

    Other teams will suffer injuries as well, but in the always-loaded West, the loss of a core piece like Murray is brutal, and short of a giant leap forward from White, it’s tough to see how they recover enough to stay in the playoff hunt. Obviously, it hasn’t been a wise move over the last two decades to write off the Spurs, but besides Pop, they’ve just lost so much of the foundation of their success that it’s hard to keep giving the benefit of the doubt to a group of guys which isn’t remotely the same. Pop always seems to find a way to adjust his game plan to fit his personnel, so maybe he will again.  Maybe the magic of shooting guru Chip Engelland will finally turn DeRozan into a competent outside shooter, and the Spurs’ culture will motivate Gay and DeRozan to become the menacing defenders their physical profiles suggest they should be. Maybe Derrick White will come out of nowhere and look the part of a starting NBA point guard. Maybe Pau has one last throwback season in him. Maybe Lonnie Walker IV is this year’s Donovan Mitchell. Maybe they won’t miss the collective presence of Parker and Ginobili in the locker room. Maybe the bench ends up being better than the sum of its parts. Maybe Murray is less important than he seems.

    But that’s an awful lot of maybes for a team who finished one game away from the 9-seed last season. Combining a ton of variables with a nonexistent margin for error is usually not a recipe for success, but if anyone can make it work, it’s Popovich. The Spurs have proven themselves to be the most adaptable organization in sports (along with the Patriots), so even at what appears to be their lowest point, I am having an incredibly hard time counting them out. Perhaps even in the West, having two All Stars and one of the three best head coaches of all time is enough. The Spurs have often been labeled “boring” (wrongfully so, but still), and for all the change they have endured this offseason, the biggest change might be how fascinating they are finally going to be.

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    Forgive me, for I am clearly no Homer, but we can’t talk about the remarkably bizarre career of Jeff Green without drawing parallels to The Odyssey.

    At its most basic, the story arc of The Odyssey is about the circuitous ten-year journey of Odysseus to return home to Ithaca. Odysseus, a strong and prideful warrior, is repeatedly laid low by his own decisions and those of his crew, but he is always gifted with additional opportunities through the assistance of gods and men, and eventually returns home. Jeff Green, a 6’9″, 235 lb. prototype combo forward, was born and raised in the DC suburbs of Maryland and attended Georgetown University. He has played ten full seasons in the NBA, winding his way through six franchises before finding his way to his hometown Washington Wizards this summer on a one-year minimum contract. His career has been a maelstrom of expectation, disappointment, and tumult, followed by being gifted with additional opportunities, in both life and basketball.

    There is much scholarly debate about the etymology of the name Odysseus, but it is generally believed to mean some version of “giver and receiver of pain,” which is about the most on the nose description of Jeff Green’s NBA career I can imagine. This seems odd at first glance because his stats look so unremarkable. For his career, he averages 13.2 points per game, 4.6 rebounds per game, 1.6 assists per game, a 13.2 PER, and .074 Win Shares per 48 minutes. He’s never been particularly overpaid, having totaled about $67 million in career earnings over ten seasons. It paints a picture of a slightly below average rotation player, a guy you wouldn’t mind having on your team but would happily upgrade if one came along.

    The trouble is that he has almost always been valued more highly by teams looking to acquire him — and usually given an outsize role relative to his production — because of his tantalizing talent. His star potential has perennially acted as his Trojan horse: it gets him in the door, but it never turns out to be what teams think. He has started 497 out of 783 games played since he came in the league, and he averages 30.3 minutes per game for his career.

    Sometimes he is really good. He has scored 30+ points 14 times in his career, tied for 64th among active players during that span. Other times, he is completely invisible on the court; Green has had 21 games where he has played 30+ minutes and scored 10 or less points, had 4 or less rebounds, AND 3 or less assists, tied for 39th among active players. It’s legitimately hard to play 30 minutes and not meet any one of those benchmarks. The only players to appear above him on both of those lists are J.R. Smith, Eric Gordon, Joe Johnson, and DeMar DeRozan. Gordon, Johnson, and DeRozan appear to be statistical noise, as they all are or were much more likely to put up a big scoring night on a per game basis but also had a bunch of random stinkers thrown in there as well.

    This leaves us with J.R., as well as one other guy who has had less 30-point games (12) but otherwise rates as Green’s statistical doppelganger in almost every other way — Harrison Barnes. It is probably not a good sign when the two best comps we can come up with are the scapegoats of two out of the last three NBA Finals — Barnes for his all-time no-show in the 2016 Finals with Golden State, and Smith for his historic mental boner in Game 1 of last year’s Finals, dribbling out the clock in regulation with the game tied, costing Cleveland both a game in which they played incredibly well, along with any chance of being competitive in the series with the Warriors’ juggernaut.

    Setting aside J.R., who is his own animal, let’s take a look at Barnes, because he helps to paint the picture of just how unlucky Jeff Green has been. I can’t stress enough how uncannily similar Green and Barnes are statistically. In terms of minutes (30.3 per game for Green, 30.4 for Barnes), counting stats (13.2 ppg/4.6 rpg/1.6 apg for Green vs. 13.1 ppg/4.9 rpg/1.5 apg for Barnes), PER (13.2 vs. 13.3), True Shooting % (.531 vs. .538), Usage Rate (20.8 vs. 19.8), and shooting splits (44/33/80 vs. 45/37/79), it would be hard to find a closer match. From a narrative and stylistic perspective, they are also similar. Both are big-bodied, athletic combo forwards who were highly drafted out of power schools but have never quite lived up to their draft stature.

    Barnes blossomed into his supporting role in 2014-15, his third year in the league, winning a title with Golden State as an overqualified fifth man in the newly-formed Death Lineup. He looked to be a player on the rise, but despite being a big part of the record-breaking 73-9 regular season in 2015-16, Barnes struggled mightily in the playoffs, highlighted by the aforementioned stink bomb in the 2016 Finals’ loss to Cleveland. Even with this black mark on his resume, Barnes found himself as an unrestricted free agent in the bat-shit insane summer of 2016 (after Golden State renounced his rights in order to sign Kevin Durant), and he signed a whopping 4-year/$94 million deal with Dallas.

    Contrast this with Green who, after a draft-night trade from Boston to Seattle (later OKC) in the Ray Allen deal, found himself as a nice supporting piece on a young, upcoming Thunder squad with Durant, Westbrook, and Harden. In 2009-10, his third season in the league, he played all 82 games, averaged 37 minutes a night, 15.1 ppg, and 6.0 rpg for a team that won 50 games and went toe-to-toe with the eventual champion Lakers in the first round. Everything was looking up for him.

    Then, at the trade deadline in 2011, with restricted free agency looming, he found himself traded to the Boston Celtics (who originally drafted him in 2007), primarily for enforcer/human Easter Island statue Kendrick Perkins. On the veteran-laden Celtics’ roster, Green found his role reduced somewhat, as he started only 2 games and averaged only 23 minutes per game the rest of the season. After the lockout, he chose to re-sign with Boston anyway, only to have his contract voided soon thereafter when a routine physical turned up a life-threatening aortic aneurysm in his heart. He would have open heart surgery, miss the entire 2011-12 season, and after rehab, eventually sign a 4-year/$36 million deal with the Celtics many considered to be an overpay as remuneration for the hardship he had endured. But we’ll get to his Boston tenure and its various offshoots in a moment. First, we need to back up and talk about a different Homer epic.

    Green’s Iliad (of sorts) was his 2007 NCAA Tournament run with the Georgetown Hoyas. Coming off a Big East Conference Tournament Championship (Green was named the tournament’s Most Outstanding Player), the Hoyas garnered a 2-seed in the NCAA’s. Led by Green and verticality enthusiast Roy Hibbert, Georgetown defeated Belmont, Boston College, Vanderbilt, and the heavily-favored UNC Tar Heels to advance to the Final Four, their first trip to the National Semis since the Allen Iverson-led 1996 squad. Green had his one shining moment in the Vanderbilt game, banking in a game-winner which loses some of its luster when you look at it a bit closer:

    [Yes, he definitely traveled, and in case the announcer did not make it clear, the Hoyas won.]

    After the game-winner against Vandy and the upset of UNC, Georgetown faced off in the Final Four against a better-than-we-remember Ohio State team featuring Mike Conley and a surprisingly ambulatory Greg Oden. Green had played well in the tourney up until that point, averaging 15.8 points per game, but in what would become a running theme for his career, pulled a disappearing act against Ohio State, refusing to shoot for much of the game and scoring only 9 points in the loss. Georgetown has not escaped the NCAA Tournament’s opening weekend since.

    Despite the sour ending, Green’s overall performance in the postseason, combined with his impressive physical profile, caused him to shoot up draft boards. He was drafted 5th overall by the Celtics, and was immediately traded to Seattle as part of the Ray Allen deal, the first time of many where an NBA team moving on from Jeff Green would be happy it did so. It’s dangerous to play the ‘what if?’ game because of the potential Butterfly Effect of almost every NBA transaction, but it’s pretty fascinating in this case: What if Jeff Green got called for that travel against Vanderbilt?

    Instead of being the hero, he’s the scapegoat, and he never gets the opportunity to take down the mighty Tar Heels in the next round. NBA teams will claim until they’re blue in the face that they don’t put much stock in NCAA Tournament success when drafting players, but come on. In this alternate universe, does Green get drafted at #5 by Boston? If not, then he almost certainly doesn’t get traded to Seattle/OKC, and the entire first leg of his career plays out differently. Perhaps he signs an extension with the team who drafts him (rather than being traded by the ever-aggressive Sam Presti of OKC), and his heart condition does not get discovered, and we end up comparing him to Reggie Lewis instead of Harrison Barnes.

    Small changes can have drastic consequences down the line, and Green, for his part, remains thankful things have played out the way they have and that he was gifted with continued opportunities to live and play basketball. We’ll never know if he was guided to safety and prosperity by the unseen machinations of the basketball gods, or if it was just the blind luck we often take for granted when it comes to the meat grinder of NBA roster-building, but either way, it illustrates the blessing and the curse that is the career of Jeff Green.

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    At the risk of being overly glib, the stress Jeff Green’s heart has endured is only rivaled by the heartache he has caused his various NBA franchises. It’s an oversimplification, but the rule of thumb has held up throughout his career: trade away Jeff Green, and you will not regret it. Trade for Jeff Green, and trouble is headed your way. This is not to imply Green is some kind of malcontent or locker room problem; by all accounts, he is a great teammate and consummate professional. The combination of his tantalizing potential and erratic production have consistently left the teams acquiring him feeling buyer’s remorse, and even though he will play for his seventh franchise this season, the entire arc of his strange career is inextricably linked to the Boston Celtics. Jeff Green giveth, and Jeff Green taketh away, and no one is more acutely aware of this fact than Celtics’ GM Danny Ainge. Prepare to have your mind blown.

    As mentioned previously, Green was traded to Seattle on draft night as part of the Ray Allen deal, a blockbuster which set the stage for the KG trade a month later and kicked off Boston’s “Big Three” era. The full deal was as follows:

    Seattle gets: draft rights to Jeff Green, Wally Szczerbiak, Delonte West, and a 2008 2nd round pick (Trent Plaisted would later be selected)
    Boston gets: Ray Allen and Glen “Big Baby” Davis

    As you may have heard, Boston won the title that year, with both Allen and Big Baby playing integral roles for the champs. Seattle got Green, who again, was actually pretty good for them. Szczerbiak and West were only with the Sonics briefly; fifty games into the ’07-’08 season, they were sent to Cleveland as part of a three-way deal (also including Chicago) which netted them NBA luminaries Adrian Griffin, Ira Newble, and the decaying corpse of 34-year-old Donyell Marshall. Plaisted’s rights would eventually be traded as part of a deal for D.J. White, who would go on to play a grand total of 451 unimpressive minutes for OKC before being dealt to Charlotte. So for a future Hall of Famer and an important rotation piece on an NBA champion, Seattle/OKC got three-plus seasons of Green and basically nothing else, outside of unloading Delonte West before he revealed himself to be a violent loon. So I guess they’ve got that going for them.

    Boston’s bizarre co-dependence with Green was only beginning, however. On February 24, 2011, the Celtics acquired Green in the aforementioned deadline deal. Here’s the trade:

    Boston gets: Green, Nenad Krstic, and a 2012 1st Round Pick (Fab Melo was later selected)
    OKC gets: Kendrick Perkins and Nate Robinson

    There’s a lot to unpack here. First, the easy stuff. Krstic and Robinson were bit parts; both played minor roles for their new teams for the rest of the season and were subsequently released. Krstic left the NBA to play in Russia and never returned. Nate Robinson, the rare veteran to play for even more teams than Green, probably should have done the same. He played for five more franchises after OKC, starting a total of 35 more games in five years.

    So the guts of the trade was Green and a 1st for Perkins. Perk was 26 and still a rugged defensive player at the time, but it’s telling that Presti was willing to deal a 24-year-old Green (even if his contract was expiring) AND include a first-rounder for Boston’s troubles. OKC would not regret trading the pick; Boston selected Fab Melo, who quickly washed out of the league before sadly passing away in his sleep in 2017 from what coroners suspect was a heart attack, an irony which should not be lost on us.

    The trade was a great success for OKC. For all the jokes about his stinkface and total lack of offensive ability, Perkins added an element of toughness to the young Thunder and helped solidify their defense. James Harden stepped into the role vacated by Green and excelled, posting numbers which hinted at the type of player he would later become as a star for Houston. The team went 47-19 in the lockout-shortened season and went all the way to the Finals before meeting defeat at the hands of LeBron and the Heatles.

    Green finished out the ’10-’11 season for Boston coming off the bench, averaging only 9.8 ppg before being diagnosed with the heart condition at the start of the ’11-’12 season. Boston would lose to Miami in the playoffs both with Green (in ’10-’11) and without him (in’11-’12). Armed with his new sympathy contract, Green actually had a nice bounce-back season in ’12-’13, even leading the team in scoring in the playoffs (20.3 ppg), albeit in a first-round loss to the Knicks, which pretty well sums up where the team’s fortunes were headed by that point.

    After the ’12-’13 season, Boston blew it up. They traded coach Doc Rivers to the Clippers for a future 1st-rounder, replacing him with coaching wunderkind Brad Stevens. Somehow, this was only Ainge’s second-best move of the summer. Two weeks later, he would pull off the heist of the century, offloading aging franchise icons Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce for what would eventually become FOUR unprotected first round picks from Brooklyn, spawning the Celtics’ currently wide-open window of contention and relegating the Nets to the NBA wilderness for half a decade. [If you need a laugh, check out Billy King’s reaction to the trade at the time.]

    The Celtics were predictably bad in 2013-14, winning only 25 games in Stevens’ first year, but much like the previous season’s playoffs, Green continued to play some of his best basketball in a losing cause. He played all 82 games (one of only two seasons in his career) and led the team in the scoring, though his efficiency dipped, as he was clearly miscast as a primary option on a team full of misfits.

    After allowing the team to stew in its own putrescence in ’13-’14, Ainge set to the task of remaking the roster in ’14-’15, and it spelled the end of Green’s time in green (see what I did there?). Boston shipped out Rajon Rondo and brought in Isaiah Thomas in separate deals, and in between, Ainge struck a deal with former Celtics’ GM Chris Wallace to send Green to Memphis as part of a three-way trade including the New Orleans Pelicans. In return for Green, the Celtics got Austin Rivers from New Orleans (who would famously be re-routed to play for his dad in LA only days later), as well as the exhumed skeleton of Tayshaun Prince and a future 1st round pick from Memphis. The pick still has not conveyed, and it is top-8 protected in 2019, top-6 protected in 2020, and unprotected in 2021. No matter when it conveys, it represents both a wildly valuable chip for Boston and a massive regret for Memphis.

    Now, you would think this would be the last time we’d see anyone foolishly give up a first-rounder for Green, and the last time we’d see Boston benefit from it. But you’d be wrong on both counts.

    Green spent the rest of the ’14-’15 and beginning of the ’15-’16 seasons as the same occasionally-spectacular-but-generally-underwhelming player he’s always been before being sent packing again. This time, the Clippers, forever desperate to find a SF to complement their Lob City nucleus, sent Lance Stephenson and a first-rounder to Memphis for Green. The pick is lottery protected in 2019 and 2020, and if LA misses the playoffs both years, it becomes a second-rounder in 2022. Green played 27 games for the Clippers, averaging around 26 minutes and 11 points per game. He also played in 6 playoff games that season, putting up similar numbers in a first-round loss to Portland (the one where both Blake Griffin and CP3 got injured, if you’re scoring at home) before signing a one-year/$15 million deal with Orlando as a free agent (summer of 2016 alert!). Another asset squandered on Green, another team with buyer’s remorse. Lather, rinse, repeat.

    What does this have to do with Boston, you ask? Well, Memphis GM Chris Wallace wasn’t done bestowing gifts upon his former employer. During the 2016 draft, Memphis traded the protected Clippers’ pick to Boston in exchange for the 31st and 35th picks, which turned out to be high-upside big man Deyonta Davis and something called a Rade Zagorac. So under the right conditions — Memphis is bad but not atrocious this season and the Clippers sneak into the playoffs, both of which are reasonable outcomes — Boston could end up with two additional first-rounders in the top 15 or 16 picks of the 2019 draft, and they BOTH would have originated from ill-conceived trades involving none other than Jeff Green, who is now on his third team since either trade even happened!

    But we’re not even done yet. Green responded to finally getting overpaid with his worst season as a pro for a rotten Orlando team in ’16-’17. At long last, the league seemed to get the “don’t spend big money or real assets on Jeff Green” memo, and he signed a vet minimum deal to chase a ring with Cleveland last season. And then a funny thing happened: he actually wasn’t that bad. He shot poorly from outside (31.2 percent), but other than that, all of his shooting percentages were career-highs. His minutes were limited, but his per-36 numbers were all right in line with career norms, and his generically bad defense appeared competent relative to the laughably poor efforts on that end of the rest of Cleveland’s roster.

    He was predictably invisible for much of the 2018 playoffs, save for two good scoring nights in road wins over Toronto. Then came the Eastern Conference Finals against his long-time beneficiary, the Boston Celtics. There was simply no way the “giver and receiver of pain” was going to let Boston walk away with those two picks without feeling the other edge of the sword; that just isn’t how any of this works. Green stunk for the first five games of the series, totaling only 28 points as Cleveland went down 3-2 to the Celts. Then he summoned all of his inner Jeff Green-ness for games 6 and 7, scoring 33 points combined, including a 19-point/8-rebound effort over 41 minutes in the decisive Game 7 victory.

    There is nothing more quintessentially Jeff Green than the idea of his ghost gifting a team two first round picks while his living, breathing self is simultaneously pulling two consecutive good games out of his ass to end that same team’s season. It is the perfect distillation of the Jeff Green Experience, the giving and receiving of pain in equal measure. His odyssey has now brought him home to Washington, where I have no doubt he will, even at age 32, continue to alternately tantalize and disappoint, just like he always has. Welcome home, strange warrior.

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    In the inaugural episode of the 24 Sloppy Seconds podcast, I discuss the Jimmy Butler drama in Minnesota and potential trade partners. Later, I look at the 2018 rookie class and project who will exceed expectations.

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    The case for Milwaukee’s ascension in the East starts with this simple, but controversial point: Giannis Antetokounmpo is a Center. Or at least he should be.

    Statistically, the case is easy to make. Last season, Giannis averaged 26.9 ppg, 10.0 rpg, 4.8 apg, and 1.4 bpg. When you sort for those benchmarks using Basketball Reference’s Player Season Finder tool, remove the assists and you get 26 qualifying seasons [Note: blocks did not become an official statistic until ’73-’74, so we’re almost certainly missing a slew of Wilt seasons]: David Robinson (2X), Shaq (7X), Kareem (3X), Bob McAdoo (3X), Hakeem Olajuwon (3X), Moses Malone (2X), Anthony Davis (2X), Patrick Ewing (once), Giannis (once), Chris Webber (once), and DeMarcus Cousins (once). Add in the assists, and the list whittles down to just Kareem’s ’75-’76 campaign and Giannis last year– rarefied air indeed.

    What sticks out about these lists? With the exception of Webber (who played the vast majority of his minutes at PF in ’00-’01), it’s all centers. [Yes, even Davis — B-R estimates AD played right around 58% of his total minutes at center over the two seasons in question. So there.] Giannis sticks out like a sore thumb (a really, really long sore thumb) because his beaver-like playmaking responsibilities on the perimeter don’t jibe with the rest of the “traditional” big men populating the list. Also, Giannis plays almost all of his minutes with a “true” center in the lineup; B-R estimates he only played 7% of his minutes last year at the 5, and only 2% for his career.

    The question is: why? Based on the stats, he can obviously do all of the things those Hall of Fame big men could do — block shots, rebound, score inside, and protect the rim — while also making plays for himself and his teammates like a lead guard or wing. Is there any evidence of a real defensive downside to surrounding him with guards and wings, and could it possibly outweigh how completely unstoppable the team would be at the offensive end?

    The argument against it isn’t rebounding. The Bucks already sucked on the glass (last in the league in total rebounding in ’17-’18). While not ideal of course, perhaps punting further on what is already a weakness costs less than the gains achieved by potentially going from good to great on offense. Also, the big men they added in free agency (Brook Lopez and Ersan Ilyasova) are not known as strong rebounders, so they appear committed to leaning into the philosophy anyway.

    It isn’t like the personnel they have been using at the 5 are any great shakes. John Henson is a fine complementary player, but he’s overpaid at $10 million per season for two more years and shouldn’t be averaging 26 minutes a game, as he did last season. Thon Maker is only 21 years old, but he regressed in his second season and remains a complete liability at the offensive end of the floor. He offers theoretical floor spacing at the 5, but only shot 29.8% from 3 last season, and his floor game is basically non-existent (6.5 rebounds and 1.3 assists per 36 minutes in ’17-’18). He is young and should still improve, but questions are starting to creep in about whether his ceiling is really anywhere near as high as it was claimed to be when he was drafted, or if we were all just sold a bill of YouTube goods. Both Henson and Maker project to lose minutes to Lopez anyway (and possibly sophomore D.J. Wilson as well, depending on his health and development), but it’s worth asking whether some of those minutes would be better off being distributed to wing players in small lineups.

    Since it was employed so infrequently by the previous coaching regimes, there is very little reliable lineup data to use as proof of concept for this “surround Giannis with long-armed shooters” hypothesis, but it still should get a serious look. Depending how you feel about Kawhi Leonard (and his bizarre laugh), it’s not crazy to argue the Bucks made the biggest personnel upgrade in the East this summer by bringing in head coach Mike Budenholzer to replace the execrable combination of Jason Kidd and Joe Prunty. The Bucks were 25th in the league in 3-point attempts last season, and Coach Bud — whose Hawks ranked in the top-7 in 3-point attempts in 4 of his 5 seasons in Atlanta — is undoubtedly going to want to spread the floor out more to unlock the outside shooting and give Giannis more room to operate on the interior. Lopez should help, as he’s proven to be a willing floor spacer over the last two seasons (5.2 and 4.4 3PA per game, respectively), and he could end up slotting into the 5 spot in the Bucks’ closing lineup this year. He hasn’t been terribly efficient with those chances, however, shooting only 34.5% from 3 over those two seasons with the Nets and Lakers, and while he isn’t an actively bad defender, his lack of lateral agility makes any lineup with him less versatile defensively, and again, does nothing to address their rebounding woes.

    Pairing Giannis with Ilyasova in the frontcourt may be the best of both worlds, as Ilyasova rates better than Lopez as both an outside shooter (36.6% from 3 in his career) and a rebounder, while also being a bit more switchable defensively. They brought in more shooting by signing Pat Connaughton and drafting NCAA Championship-game hero Donte DiVincenzo, and Sterling Brown, who shot 35.2% from deep on 4.2 attempts per 36 minutes in his rookie season, could see more run this year. If Maker’s shot improves, he could see a bump in minutes as well, relegating Henson’s retrograde skill set to mop-up duty. Tony Snell will continue to get minutes as long as he keeps shooting over 40% from deep, but the rest of his game is so underdeveloped, it wouldn’t surprise me to see him shift into a reduced role.

    Tweaking the personnel to fit better around Giannis, along with the upgrade at head coach, should be worth a significant jump in wins, but their ability to truly vault into contention may be limited by the poor roster decisions — and the resulting lack of financial flexibility — of the previous front office. Hitting a grand slam with Giannis has allowed the team to paper over its numerous swings and misses elsewhere on the roster. It’s hard to give them much flak for how the Jabari Parker situation played out — he was the correct pick at the time — but to get next-to-nothing out of the #2 overall pick during his rookie deal and then “lose” him for nothing is a bitter pill to swallow, and the opportunity cost of the miss indelibly changes the trajectory of the franchise.

    They are well under the projected luxury tax going into the season, but paying the combination of Tony Snell, John Henson, and Matthew Dellavedova over $30 million total for each of the next two seasons (Snell also has a player option for ’20-’21) is far from ideal. Three years/$21 million is probably a little steep for Ersan Ilyasova, based on what other free agents were fetching in this summer’s chilly market. His $7M salary in ’20-’21 is non-guaranteed, but if he plays out the entire contract, he’ll be 34 at its conclusion and probably at the end of his NBA rope. The extension Khris Middleton signed in 2015 has turned into a tremendous bargain, but he has a player option next year which he is almost certain to decline, making him an unrestricted free agent who will draw plenty of interest in a more cap space-flush league-wide environment. Eric Bledsoe could be a potential bounce-back candidate after his total no-show in the playoffs against Boston last year, but he will also be a free agent after this season, so if the team wants to keep its core together beyond this year, it will have to be prepared to add more long-term money to the books, and probably go into the tax for ’19-’20 — a hard sell for a small market team perpetually ranking in the bottom third of the league in attendance. Henson, Snell, and Delly all have very tradeable salary figures, but they are worth more to Milwaukee than they would be to a potential trade partner; if anything, the Bucks would probably have to attach a draft pick sweetener to get off any one of the deals.

    Looming over all of it is the specter of Giannis exercising his “pre-agency” if the team doesn’t take a big step forward this season and make winning roster moves next offseason. He has three years remaining on his deal, which means next summer he’ll be right in the sweet spot to exert his organizational leverage, if he so chooses. We’ve seen nothing in Giannis’ personality or actions to this point to indicate he is displeased with Milwaukee, but if the last few years have taught us anything, it’s that things can change quickly when it comes to superstars. Just twelve months ago, would anyone have believed mild-mannered Kawhi Leonard would hold the venerated Spurs’ organization hostage for an entire season before publicly demanding a trade? Nothing is off the table, and the Bucks’ front office had better act accordingly.

    The organization is very much at a crossroads this season. With an array of shooters to flank the Greek Freak’s continued ascendance and a capable, adaptable head coach to finally deploy them properly, the Bucks could be in position to rise up out of the East’s middle class, with the likes of Washington, Indiana, and Miami, if we want to be generous. Milwaukee proved to be a worthy adversary for the banged-up Celtics in last year’s playoffs, but if they are to ascend to the level of this year’s Boston squad (which, you may remember, I suspect is going to be a juggernaut), along with the improved rosters of Toronto and Philadelphia, they’ll need Coach Bud to summon all of his tactical brilliance to unlock the long, switch-y defensive monster for which fans have long been clamoring. Fortunately for him, he may have the league’s most devastating trump card: Hall of Fame Point-Center Giannis Antetokounmpo. Now he just needs to play it.

  • USA Today Sports

    “In life, we never get what we deserve, but what we have the leverage to negotiate.” — Jalen Rose

    Every time an NBA superstar demands a trade, I am reminded of the sage words of the basketball community’s Champagner-and-Campaigner-in-Chief. Our freshest example is Jimmy Butler, who this week requested a trade from the Minnesota Timberwolves — the second time in fifteen months he has attempted to force his way out of an undesirable situation — but the star using his leverage to improve his lot is a tale as old as time. However, the practice is now so commonplace, and the strategies surrounding it so complex (for players and teams), that it’s worth asking a couple of key questions. First, how did we get here? And second, has it gone too far?

    When approaching the topic of player leverage, it’s not too hard to draw a convincing through line from Bill Russell and Oscar Robertson all the way up to Jimmy Butler. At the same time, swiping right on two franchises in back-to-back seasons is a far cry from threatening to sit out the 1964 All-Star Game as the only means to have their value and basic humanity recognized. The evolution of the power dynamic has been gradual, from the elimination of the reserve clause, to the Bulls’ front office famously using their leverage to convince Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen to sign long-term deals which would prove to be well below-market by their conclusions (and the subsequent vilification of Pippen for what he perceived as being treated unfairly).

    The 90’s as a whole turned out to be something of a tipping point in the player empowerment narrative, and ownership’s backlash to the era set the tone for labor relations in the league to this day. Contracts for unproven rookies ran wild (Chris Webber’s 15 year/$75 million deal with Golden State, including an escape clause after year 1 — which Webber famously triggered — remains the extreme example of this trend), leading to the league instituting the mostly successful rookie wage scale as part of the 1999 CBA. Michael Jordan — who, umm, had all the leverage a player could possess — negotiated a bonkers-at-the-time $33 million salary for the 1997-98 season, helping to usher in the maximum salary provisions in that same ’99 CBA. When the players’ union would not budge on a hard salary cap during the ’98 lockout (a position they have maintained, well, forever), the owners instead pushed to impose the luxury tax, which continues to inform roster-building decisions two decades later.

    The players undoubtedly got hammered in the ’98 lockout, as the pendulum swung back the other way from the unmitigated gains they had made earlier in the decade, but the owners’ desire to rein in the salary cap and be saved from themselves in that deal largely shaped the era of player movement which was to come. The subsequent CBA’s (in ’05 and ’11) decreased the maximum lengths of contracts, which helped teams mitigate disastrous roster decisions, but as an unintended consequence, got players to free agency sooner, while also increasing star players’ leverage as free agency approached. But hold that thought.

    How did we get where we are now? Superstar trade requests are nothing new, from Wilt to Kareem to Shaq, but the common thread was you had to be at the very tip-top of the league hierarchy to be able to pull off such a move. In 1991, when Scottie Pippen publicly told Bulls’ brass to “pay me or trade me,” the front office calmly responded by effectively telling him to sit down and shut up, then proceeded to underpay him for the next half-decade. So why, in today’s league, can third-team All-NBA guys not only demand a trade, but have the gall to tell their franchise to which teams they would like to be traded?

    As with most things, it all begins with LeBron. I try not to write much about LeBron, as he’s obviously been covered to death, but we can’t discuss this topic without him. He is the Patient Zero of modern player empowerment, and it’s easy to trace the outbreak back to The Decision. However one views the execution of his move to Miami (personally, I found the “not one, not two, not three…” welcome party spectacle to be far more repugnant than The Decision itself, but that’s just me), there is no way around the tectonic shift in player agency it represented. The league’s brightest star, with the whole world watching, provided a blueprint for how an elite player can chart his own professional course and take his “talents” where he wants them to go, and his fellow players heard the message loud and clear. The era of “pre-agency” had begun.

    Suffice it to say, the league and the teams were not prepared for the realities of this brave new world, as evidenced by the bizarre dramas surrounding the superstar trades which happened in the aftermath of The Decision. The first domino to fall was Carmelo Anthony, who came into camp that fall and requested a trade, preferably to the Knicks. Everyone played chicken for a while, but eventually New York obliged, sending a king’s ransom to Denver and immediately agreeing to a three-year extension with Melo, even though everyone knew of his desire to go the Knicks, and how they could have signed him the following summer as a free agent without giving up half of their rotation in the process. It was considered an overpay even at the time, and hindsight doesn’t do the deal any favors. Outside of a one-off 54 win season in 2012-13, the team was never competitive with Melo as its alpha, paid him in excess of $130 million, and eventually traded him away for pennies on the dollar in order to undertake a full-on rebuild. Good times for the Knicks, as always.

    The very next day, the Nets traded for Deron Williams. This deal may be our closest analogue to Jimmy Butler’s trade out of Chicago: D-Will was under contract with Utah through ’11-’12 and had a player option for ’12-’13; he did not specifically request a trade, but had clashed with legendary coach Jerry Sloan, who resigned about two weeks before the front office made the move. Much like the Bulls, the Jazz pulled the rip cord early on an unhappy star, endured some short-term pain as a result, but ultimately came out in a stronger position on the other side. Unlike in Minnesota’s case, however, Williams decided to re-sign with the Nets for five more years, a deal which turned out to be an albatross and will continue to carry dead money on Brooklyn’s cap all the way through the ’19-’20 season after they ultimately waived Williams via the stretch provision in 2015. Perhaps Minnesota can look to this scenario as a cautionary tale (both players were about the same age and occupied a similar position in the league hierarchy at the time of the respective trades) and be content to get something in return for Butler, rather than assume the risk of paying $188 million for an injury-prone malcontent who will be 34 by the end of the presumptive max deal. For what it’s worth, Williams, another physical player prone to missing chunks of games, was last seen washing out of the league with Cleveland in ’16-’17 at age 32, even as his ghost continues to haunt Brooklyn’s cap sheet.

    After the lockout — during which, remember, the owners AGAIN pushed for shorter contracts — came Chris Paul’s trade to the Lakers, David Stern’s veto (and our introduction to “basketball reasons”), and the subsequent trade to the Clippers. In addition to being one of the great NBA “what if’s?” of all time, this trade actually worked out well for the team acquiring the superstar. The Clips got six mostly successful years of Lob City, the Hornets/Pelicans got virtually nothing out of the deal, and LA ultimately extracted decent value in the trade with Houston and avoided paying Paul another $160 million for the downside of his career. [Note: Houston pretty much had no choice but to sign Paul to the new contract, but that doesn’t change the fact it’s going to end badly.]

    Next came the Dwightmare, Dwight Howard’s awkward and painful exit from Orlando in 2012. The resulting four-team deal remains so remarkable and has altered the landscape of the league in so many ways, both intentional and otherwise, that it deserves its own 30 for 30, or at least its own column I will someday write. The trade set into motion the gradual implosion of the league’s marquee franchise, “The Process” in Philadelphia, and the formation of the “Death Lineup” in Golden State, but other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

    The inexplicable James Harden trade followed soon after, but that deal was ostensibly a salary dump, not some sort of power play pulled by Harden. [As an aside, it remains hilarious that OKC was unwilling to pay a few million bucks in luxury tax to retain a 22-year-old Harden, yet is set to trot out one of the most expensive rosters in NBA history this coming season, and it would have been a lot worse had they not been able to dump Carmelo Anthony, who as you may have heard, now plays in Houston…with James Harden. The NBA is just ridiculous sometimes.] Harden aside, superstar movement hit a lull after the Dwight shit-show, and when the Lakers’ Superteam of Dwight, Kobe, Nash, and Gasol crashed and burned, it gave the teams and the league a chance to subconsciously take stock of what all this post-Decision weirdness meant and how to respond to it in the future.

    Melo’s hoodwinking of the Knicks, combined with Dwight subsequently taking less money with Houston to escape Kobe’s wrath, made front offices understandably wary about paying a premium for security which may or may not exist. The ascension of Golden State’s homegrown core, along with LeBron’s homecoming to Cleveland to join up with the assets they collected in his absence, highlighted additional paths to contention outside of “go get the star and figure the rest out later.”

    LeBron’s pioneering use of the “1+1” contract structure upon returning to Cleveland, along with the shock waves from Durant’s move to the Warriors amid the cap spike of 2016, further laid out the central tension in the post-Decision landscape: players finding new and creative ways to exercise their agency vs. efforts by the owners (and to some extent, the media and fans) to “keep them in their place,” both geographically and otherwise. Injuries, oddly enough, became leverage. It was widely reported that Kyrie Irving threatened to have knee surgery (which he ultimately ended up needing anyway) if the Cavs refused to trade him last summer, and we may never know exactly what went down in the bizarre Kawhi Leonard saga, but to the layperson, it certainly appeared as though he shut himself down in protest of the way he was being treated by the team, which may have contributed to San Antonio’s willingness to cut the cord with him.

    Stars have always sought to engineer their way to a preferred destination, and the “pre-agency” era is certainly no different.What has changed is how teams respond to these demands. The incumbent team is under no obligation to bend to the player’s wishes, and since the destination teams are less likely to overpay for perceived certainty, the market for disgruntled stars widens and the returns generally become more modest. Snagging DeRozan in the Kawhi trade was a nice get for San Antonio, though they also had to include Danny Green’s useful 3-and-D skill set in the deal. Cleveland’s main return for Kyrie was the #8 overall pick, and the consensus was Indiana got a bum deal in the Paul George trade when the Lakers wouldn’t bite, even though the trade looks MUCH better for the Pacers in retrospect. While a no-doubt, top-5 superstar like Anthony Davis would still command a king’s ransom if he ever became available — hold that thought — it’s unlikely we’ll continue to see teams overpay for stars in the next tier down like the ever-foolish Knicks did with Melo.

    And so we come full circle to Butler. In the era of pre-agents and short contracts, the clock is always ticking on NBA front offices. The ink wasn’t even dry on Giannis Antetokounmpo’s 4-year extension before the chatter began about what else Milwaukee could do with the roster to keep him from leaving. Anthony Davis finds himself in the same contract position now that Butler was in prior to the Minny trade, and the vultures are circling constantly, even if the recent news of AD’s switch in representation makes “Davis to the Lakers in 2020” feel like a fait accompli.

    Butler took advantage of the timing in his escape from Chicago, and he’s going to try to do it again (though to a lesser extent) to get out of Minnesota. His ongoing drama is just the logical extreme of the league reaping what it has sown. The current financial structure incentivizes players to get to free agency (signing extensions is generally less lucrative outside of the rookie contract) and to re-sign with the incumbent team (since they can offer a bigger payday). If a player doesn’t want to remain with the incumbent team but still wants his money, his only real option is to go the pre-agency route and get his Bird Rights transferred to his new team via trade. To paraphrase Dave Chappelle, the only difference between $140 million and $190 million is an ASTOUNDING $50 million, and we’ve seen evidence that players are both willing to take the gamble and lose (Dwight) as well as to be wooed by a franchise they may not have at first considered (Paul George). That’s a powerful combination, and one the owners probably did not anticipate, so now it’s their move.

    No one is ever going to hear a paternalistic, “these spoiled athletes” rant out of me. NBA stars have earned their agency, and Jimmy Butler is no different. They are the product, and they drive the value of the league by being the best in the world. There is no other industry where the top performers in the field are told they have to take a pay cut in order to go to a different company, so regardless how much they get paid, there’s no reason we should expect them to take it lying down. At the same time, the teams are under no obligation, either to cave to the trade demands or to assume the risk of trading for a guy who holds all the cards and may leave anyway, so we’re starting to see an equilibrium develop, even as the stars appear more powerful than ever. The dynamic will continue to shift as we watch the Kyrie, Jimmy, and Kawhi situations unfold over the course of the season, and as the next wave of stars (Davis, Durant, Giannis, Lillard, Wall, and others) begin to write their next professional chapters. Stay tuned; it’s going to be fascinating.

  • On The Prowl

    I have thoughts on the shocking-yet-unsurprising news that Jimmy Butler has requested a trade from the Minnesota Timberwolves, so let’s jump right in:

    1. My timely prediction of Minnesota missing the playoffs this year suddenly looks quite prescient.

    2. NBA years are like dog years. One year ago, the Butler-to-Minny trade looked like an absolute home run. Butler had two years (plus a player option for a third) to build chemistry with KAT and Wiggins; Chicago unnecessarily gave up the #16 pick in the draft, and the player they selected (Justin Patton) was going to be a steal; Kris Dunn was an overrated bust; #7 pick Lauri Markkanen was an overrated bust waiting to happen; and Zach LaVine was a one-dimensional athlete with a blown-up knee who would now be someone else’s problem to overpay. Fast-forward a year, and well, yeah, the LaVine part still holds up, but that’s about it. Dunn and Markkanen are promising building blocks; Patton’s foot looks like it’s going to derail his career before it starts; and most importantly, Butler’s relationship with the Wolves is fractured and irreconcilable, which leads to…

    3. It’s Christmas come early for roster nerds because…IT’S TRADE MACHINE TIME!

    Not only did a superstar in his prime request a trade, but he also gave a destination list to guide us in the right direction. Granted, his preferred teams (reportedly the Nets, Knicks, and Clippers) are not the only ones who may be willing or able to complete a trade for Butler (see George, Paul; Irving, Kyrie; and Leonard, Kawhi), but since he has indicated he would be willing to re-sign with those clubs, they should feel comfortable offering the most, so it’s a good place to start.

    NBA Twitter is already all over this one, so let’s get it out of the way right off the bat:

    TimberBulls jokes aside, there’s a lot to unpack here. I wrote yesterday how the Clippers could be positioning themselves to make a move for a star, and wouldn’t you know it, the next day one shakes loose who actually wants to play for them. I’m on a roll! Anyway, the Clippers:

    The Trade:

    Minnesota Receives:
    Tobias Harris, SF
    Patrick Beverley, PG
    Clippers’ 2022 1st Round Pick

    LA Clippers Receive:
    Jimmy Butler, SG/SF

    The Clips owe their 2019 first-rounder to the Celtics (via Memphis) as the convoluted result of a disastrous 2016 trade for, of all freaking people, Jeff Green (How? HOW????). The pick is top-14 protected in 2019 and 2020, then converts to a second-rounder, but because of the protections and the Stepien Rule, LA can’t include a future first-rounder coming before 2022 in a trade. This could be a turn-off for Minnesota, but they might like the idea of getting back two decently valuable players with no future money committed to them. The Clippers could also substitute rookie Jerome Robinson for Beverley, which would probably be much more attractive to the Wolves. In lieu of the pick, Minnesota could also use the trade as a mulligan on Gorgui Dieng’s horrific contract, exchanging him for Marcin Gortat’s expiring contract, though as a team which will still be trying to preserve cap space for next offseason (IS THAT KYRIE IRVING’S MUSIC??), the Clips would probably rather give up a pick than take on more long-term money. This is going to be a theme of the trade talks.

    Moving on to the Knicks. This one’s a little tricky because all of New York’s assets are young, so Thibodeau would have to sign off on a full-blown youth movement, which is hard to see happening from the guy who doesn’t want anyone on his roster who wasn’t an All-Star in 2011. That being said, the Knicks have all their picks going forward, so it’s not inconceivable. Fire it up:

    The Trade:
    Minnesota Receives:
    Courtney Lee, SG
    Frank Ntilikina, G
    Mitchell Robinson, C
    Knicks’ 2019 1st Round Pick

    New York Knicks Receive:
    Jimmy Butler, SG/SF

    The idea of pairing Butler, Porzingis, and Knox together for the next four to five years has to be enticing for the Knicks, even if it costs them two promising young guys and a pick. There would also still be a path to signing Kyrie Irving next summer, leaving them with a core of Butler/Irving/Porzingis/Knox that would be equal parts entertaining and terrifying, assuming they ever all got on the court at once. Again, I don’t know if all that upside is enough to get Minnesota to pull the trigger, but it’s really all the Knicks have to offer.

    While the market size fits the bill, Brooklyn seems like a bit of an odd choice for the notoriously competitive Butler. Having finally emerged from the unending franchise nightmare of the KG/Pierce trade, I suspect the Nets might be a little gun-shy about immediately packaging more picks for a “win-now” star. They’ve picked their spots thus far under GM Sean Marks, so it would be surprising to see them push all their chips to the center now. But let’s see what it might look like anyway:

    The Trade:
    Minnesota Receives:
    Allen Crabbe, SG
    Caris LeVert, SG/SF
    Brooklyn’s 2019 1st Round Pick
    Brooklyn’s 2021 1st Round Pick

    Brooklyn Receives:
    Jimmy Butler, SG/SF

    If any of the other deals are on the table, I doubt Minnesota gives this one much thought. Brooklyn is just going to have a tough time drumming up the assets to make a move on a superstar at this point in their rebuild. A three-teamer is an option, but even in that scenario, they end up with a roster consisting of Butler and a bunch of spare parts. If I were part of their brain trust, the idea of shelling out multiple first rounders again after what they went through would make me sick to my stomach, so I am extremely skeptical of their involvement in these sweepstakes.

    And one more, just for fun:

    Giannis and Jimmy together? Those would be some fearsome deer.

  • ClutchPoints

    The NBA is more numbers-driven than ever before. The rise of analytics and player tracking data has given us a near-endless number of ways to slice and dice the NBA universe into more manageable, understandable parts. Teams are awash in this data, and are increasingly using it to inform their coaching, team-building, and cap management decisions. Amid this sea of numbers, there is one number I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around for the upcoming season: seven. As in, there are SEVEN teams in the Western Conference who will not make the playoffs. I know this number never changes, but it is particularly baffling this year because, to paraphrase Milton from Office Space, the ratio of good teams to playoff spots is too big, and when this season ends, there will be several deserving teams standing around with no (playoff) cake.

    The debate over whether or not the league should seed playoff teams 1 through 16 is beyond my purview here; I think it would be the right thing to do, though it comes with a series of unintended consequences which would need to be hashed out. Unless and until the league decides to go this route, we are stuck with the Miamis and Detroits and Charlottes of the world backing into the East bracket, only to be summarily pounded by the conference’s real teams, while more capable West teams continue to miss out on the postseason altogether. Much like the Electoral College, it’s an unfair, antiquated system which keeps producing sub-optimal results, but it’s the system we have, so let’s try to figure out what it means and how to work with it.

    Who will be the also-rans in the West in 2018-19? Let’s work our way up from the bottom.

    TIER ONE: THE OBVIOUS STINKERS

    Sacramento Kings: The basketball version of Groundhog Day. Somehow, despite adding another lottery pick (in this case #2 overall pick Marvin Bagley III), the Kings remain poised to spend another season as a team full of young, intriguing talent which will ultimately end up being objectively terrible. Pulling the plug on the Boogie Cousins era was a defensible decision in a vacuum, but until they actually start developing young players into viable NBA stars, and stop foolishly squandering assets around the margins, there is little reason to expect the results to improve.

    They have actually stumbled into some semi-competent role players, like Bogdan “Double Bogey” Bogdanovic, Nemanja Bjelica (who, much like the actor who played Jesus, made some odd choices this offseason), Yogi Ferrell, and the exhumed remains of Zach Randolph. They’ve taken low-cost swings on high-upside big men with baggage in Harry Giles, Deyonta Davis, and Skal Labissiere; again, perfectly logical decisions. In the end, though, their top-line guys all remain young, unproven, and inconsistent, so even if we give their player development program the benefit of the doubt (and given their history, why would we?), assuming some big steps forward from those players still doesn’t get them within shouting distance of a playoff berth, so let’s cross them off the list. Oh yeah, and they don’t have their first round pick next year due to an insanely shortsighted salary dump in 2015 which netted them absolutely nothing of value. The moral of the story, as always: when you hire Vlade Divac to run your team, you get Vlade Divac running your team.

    Phoenix Suns: Conspiracy theories about the origin of Devin Booker’s bizarre hand injury aside, the Suns are beginning to look like a team with a vision for the future and a real chance to emerge from the West’s basement sooner rather than later. I liked the Ryan Anderson trade for them. Snagging intriguing PG De’Anthony Melton made sense, and while Ryno’s contract is an albatross, absorbing him into their cap space isn’t ultimately going to limit their flexibility, and for all his deficiencies, he represents (along with the signing of Trevor Ariza to a one-year/$15 million deal in free agency) a commitment to adding true professionals to the roster.

    The moves are analogous to back in 2012, when the Washington Wizards, at the time a running joke in the East, dumped knuckleheads JaVale McGee, Nick Young, and Andray Blatche to bring in veterans Nene and…you guessed it…Trevor Ariza! These weren’t championship moves, but the veterans helped to create a professional atmosphere for the elite, young talent already on hand, in this case John Wall and Bradley Beal, and the results quickly improved. Similarly, casting off the dead weight of Alex Len, Brandon Knight, and Marquese Chriss in favor of Anderson and Ariza should engender a cultural change and put some pressure on Booker, 2018 #1 overall pick DeAndre Ayton, Josh Jackson, and Mikal Bridges to put in the work and become the best versions of themselves. It’s not going to be enough to compete for a playoff spot this year, but unlike the perpetually direction-less Kings, there is a plan here, it makes sense, and the arrow is pointing up for the future. But yeah, they’re still going to be pretty rotten this season.

    TIER TWO: WHAT’S OLD IS NEW

    Memphis Grizzlies: I covered them pretty extensively here. If they decide to run it back with the existing crew, and rookie Jaren Jackson, Jr. pops, then there is a chance for a rebound year, but it’s still hard to see them improving by the full 25 wins which will likely be needed to return to the playoff picture. Let’s move on.

    Dallas Mavericks: This one hurts a little. They added perhaps the biggest difference-maker in the West (non-LeBron or DeRozan Division) in rookie phenom Luka Doncic, and while it’s possible his hype train may be gaining a little too much steam (I am partially responsible), his addition improves Dallas’ outlook considerably in both the near- and long-term. Free Agent DeAndre Jordan (for real this time) should be a nice fit alongside Harrison Barnes and Dirk’s final act, and combining his rim running skill and athleticism with Doncic’s passing gene has the potential to create a Lob City Redux in Big D. An extra year of experience (and a more complementary role) will be good for Dennis Smith, Jr., and while they lost useful pieces Seth Curry and Yogi Ferrell, the rotation still has steady veteran presences J.J. Barea, Wesley Matthews, Dwight Powell, and Devin Harris. NCAA superstar Jalen Brunson looks like the kind of guy who will spend a fanfare-free decade in the league. The team’s chemistry should be buoyed by the international bookends of Dirk’s (presumptive) final season and Doncic’s ascension. Rejuvenation. Rebirth. Everything’s blooming — all that crap.

    For all the expected improvement, there still isn’t a playoff roster here. Dirk is so limited at this stage, the relative strengths and weaknesses of Barnes and Jordan haven’t changed, and Smith and Doncic are a couple years away from reaching the level of efficiency required of stars on an elite team. It will be entertaining, it will be emotional, and it will not be enough to leapfrog the West’s other behemoths. Auf wiedersehen, Dirk.

    TIER THREE: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS TEAM?

    LA Clippers: Lob City is dead. Long live Lob City.

    With Paul, Griffin, and Jordan all gone, the Clips have fully embraced a new identity. The only problem is that no one seems to know what this new identity is. Their best two players are Lou Williams and Tobias Harris, in some order. No disrespect — they are both nice players — but if either guy is more than a third option, then the team in question is a far cry from contention. The rest of the roster is an incredibly odd mish-mash. The Clippers used back-to-back first round picks this year (with a trade sprinkled in to move up one spot) to land what they hope will be their backcourt of the future in Shai Gilgeous-Alexander and Jerome Robinson, so of course the jury is still out on those guys. SGA looks the part of a rangy defender and capable ball handler who can get just about anywhere he wants on the court, so there is some star potential there, but he’s also only 20 years old and weighs 180 pounds, so he has a long way to go before his potential is fully realized.

    Outside of the rookies, the rest of the roster is jam-packed with guys you’d want to be your 8th or 9th man, but probably nothing more. When healthy, Danilo Gallinari remains an effective offensive player as a ‘tweener/stretch 4 who can make plays off the dribble, but his durability has always been his worst ability. Paying a total of $44 million over the next two seasons for a guy who has missed almost forty percent of possible regular season games and has only topped a 17 PER twice over ten years in the league is less than ideal, but at least there is plenty of depth to cover for him when the inevitable injury strikes. The departure of DJ has left a big opportunity for athletic per-minute monster Montrezl Harrell, who re-signed with the team this summer (after being part of the Chris Paul trade last summer) on a two-year/$12 million deal which could end up looking like a huge bargain.

    They re-signed Avery Bradley (originally acquired in the Blake Griffin trade with Detroit) to a 2-year/$25 million deal despite already having Patrick Beverley on the roster who, by most metrics, rates as a better version of the same player. In fairness, Beverley is 30 years old, coming off a major knee injury, and has only one, non-guaranteed year left on the contract he signed with Houston back in 2015, so he could be sloughed off before or during the season with no real harm done to the team. However, it still seems odd to be devoting $17 million in cap space and 2 roster spots to the “bulldog defender and low-usage, floor-spacing guard” role when their main scoring guard (Lou Williams) doesn’t even start AND they just spent two lottery picks on guards.

    The team ensured awkward Thanksgiving dinners at the Rivers’ household for the rest of eternity by swapping Austin Rivers for slowly-decaying center Marcin Gortat, who will likely ride his “established veteran” status to siphon off far more frontcourt minutes from Harrell than he should. Mike Scott, Milos Teodosic, Wesley Johnson, Boban Marjanovic, and Sindarius Thornwell will all soak up some minutes and be varying kinds of average. They lured away low-key useful forward Luc Mbah a Moute from Houston, and matched New Orleans’ restricted free agency offer to retain guard Tyrone Wallace, who showed some promise in a limited role last season.

    It all adds up to a roster with an unbelievable amount of depth, but no real star power to bring it all together. As constructed, the roles make no sense, and there could be quite a bit of griping about the inevitable minutes crunch. A team able to fill all of its available minutes with genuine NBA contributors has a high floor, but without any true stars, it also has a very low ceiling. In that context, the team’s 42-40 record last season makes a ton of sense, and I don’t see a reasonable path to a much higher number, especially with the considerable downgrade from Jordan to Gortat. If it turns out they are not content to stand pat and wait for free agency next summer, then they could also be ripe for a big trade which would significantly change their projection, but as currently constituted, this is not a playoff team.

    TIER FOUR: THE DEEPEST CUTS

    Minnesota Timberwolves: I covered their prospects here and here, and unsurprisingly, the addition of beyond-washed Luol Deng last week does little to brighten their outlook. I wrote about how Tom Thibodeau will need to alter his approach to squeeze out a few more wins at the margins, but instead, he seems content to play into our worst stereotypes of him by getting the old band back together. Given what we’ve heard out of Minnesota this summer, Jimmy Butler calling a sit-down with Wolves’ brass doesn’t bode well, either. He is displaying all the tell-tale signs of preparing to exercise his “pre-agency,” and honestly, it’s hard to figure what Thibs would say to him at this point to change his mind. If you exclude the human element, this is a playoff team on paper, but when the season is so long and the margins between the playoffs and the lottery are so thin, the very real possibilities of a locker room implosion and/or having to sell off an All-NBA player for pennies on the dollar mid-season are red flags far too big to ignore. Count me out.

    The last elimination is excruciating, and it comes down to what amounts to a coin flip. I can’t in good conscience leave out a team led by LeBron James (no matter how bizarre this season is going to be) or one coached by Gregg Popovich (more on them to come soon). The Northwest Division is going to be a bloodbath yet again — the difference between first and last place was only three games in ’17-’18 — and I don’t see either OKC or Utah regressing, so we’re left with Portland and Denver for the last spot.

    The Blazers finished 3rd in the West last season (vs. 9th for the Nuggets), but they were only separated by three games, a testament to how big an impact changes around the margins can have in such a tightly-packed race. Is there reason to expect improvement from Denver and/or regression from Portland? Let’s break it down:

    The first factor is health. Portland was remarkably healthy in ’17-’18, ranking near the bottom of the league in both total games missed and Win Shares lost due to injury. Their “Big Three” of Lillard, McCollum, and Nurkic missed a total of 13 games, and the only regular rotation player to miss more than 16 games was Mo Harkless, who missed 23. And he’s, well, Mo Harkless; his career 11.4 points per 36 minutes and 12.4 PER are not exactly irreplaceable. Denver was middle-of-the-road in terms of games lost to injury, but the impact was greater. Paul Millsap missed 44 games, and Gary Harris missed 15, so mostly full seasons from all their key cogs could swing a few games.

    Personnel changes are also worth considering. Both teams largely left their cores intact but swapped out some important pieces further down the rotation. For Portland, the main loss was backup big and analytics darling Ed Davis, who signed as a free agent with the Nets. Davis was a monster on the glass, averaging 14.1 rebounds per 36 minutes last season. He had a terrific Defensive Rating of 103, and the team was 4.4 points per 100 possessions better than their opponents with him on the floor. He offers nothing as a shooter, but was excellent in his role as a low usage screen-setter and rim runner who finished well around the hoop. His replacement looks to already be in-house, as the team is expecting 2017 #10 overall pick Zach Collins to take on a much larger role in his sophomore campaign. Collins showed some promise as an inside-out big man, and despite typical rookie inconsistency, he adjusted well on the defensive end of the floor.

    They effectively swapped out swingman Pat Connaughton for lesser Curry brother Seth Curry, which on paper still looks like an upgrade. Curry has struggled to stay healthy, but when he’s on the floor, he has been exactly the dead-eye shooter his lineage would suggest, canning 43% of his 3’s on 5.7 attempts per 36 minutes for his career. He is going to be an important piece for Portland, as he will also be tasked with replacing some of the playmaking on the second unit previously covered by Shabazz Napier, who, like Davis, left the Blazers for a free agent deal with Brooklyn. The lack of backcourt depth may also force them to see what they have early on with guard Anfernee Simons, who they drafted 24th overall in 2018 after he eschewed college basketball altogether and instead played a postgraduate season at IMG Academy in Florida. He looked the part of an elite athlete in summer league, but whether or not he is ready to be a contributor for a team with big goals remains to be seen.

    Denver likewise left the top of its rotation unchanged, but took some interesting, high-upside gambles in the offseason. First, they selected Michael Porter, Jr. at 14th overall in June’s draft. Porter was the #1 HS player in the nation the prior year, but his draft stock tumbled amid injury concerns. If healthy, he could turn out to be an absolute steal at a position of need. He will have to work on his defense and ball handling, but he is a big, smooth playmaker who can score from anywhere on the court. Even accounting for the risk, falling ass-backwards into a player with this kind of pedigree is serendipitous, especially for a team which has not exactly been prudent about managing its draft capital over the last few years.

    They further leaned into their all-offense/no-defense identity by signing two-time All-Star Isaiah Thomas off the scrap heap to a one-year, “prove it” deal as a spark plug off the bench. After suffering through hip surgery, being coldly traded from Boston in the Kyrie Irving deal, and returning from injury only to log the worst season of his career with Cleveland (and ultimately the Lakers), he should be properly motivated to have a strong bounce-back year and prove he still has something in the tank, even if the Brinks’ truck won’t be backing up to his house any time soon. If he can regain some of his athleticism and get past the season from hell he just endured, at 29 years old, he should be able to act as an elder statesman (along with the 33-year-old Millsap) for the promising under-25 core of this team. One can only hope his cover-your-eyes awful defense will just blend into the rich tapestry of terrible defense taking place in the Mile High City, rather than being the final straw in a total defensive meltdown.

    Neither team’s argument is much more compelling than the other, so I’ll take a chance and go with the devil I don’t know over the one I do. Portland is running back basically the same team that got absolutely DEMOLISHED by Anthony Davis and the Pelicans in the playoffs last year, so where is the upside? [NOTE: Yes, I considered the Pellies for this last spot, but much like my argument for the Lakers, I can’t see betting against The Brow at (or near) the peak of his powers. Dude is unreal, and I like pairing him with Julius Randle as well, FWIW.] Denver, on the other hand, can only get better, even if the Porter pick and IT signing go bust. Their young talent is going to keep ascending, and Nikola Jokic as an alpha dog is so weird and unlikely that it’s damn near impossible not to root for it.

    Perhaps I’m choosing with my heart and not my head, but my final exclusion from the playoff field this year is the Portland Trail Blazers. Trust me, I don’t like it, either.

  • NBC Sports

    It can’t get any worse, right?

    This is always a dangerous assumption, but it’s difficult to know where else to start with the Memphis Grizzlies. For a franchise which has spent the better part of the last decade (Grit ‘n’) grinding to stay in the championship conversation, the ’17-’18 season was about as painful as it gets. It feels morbid to delve into the reasons for what went wrong last year; the 22-60 record just about says it all. Mike Conley’s heel and Achilles’ tendon injuries limited him to 12 games. The team as a whole was an absolute M.A.S.H. unit — they gave regular season minutes to 24 different players, and only two players (Dillon Brooks and Marc Gasol) played more than 55 games AND averaged more than 24 minutes per game. Without Conley, the offense was a dumpster fire. They finished 29th in scoring (at 99.3 points per game), and it wasn’t just because they played at the second-slowest pace in the league. They ranked 27th in Offensive Rating, 27th in FG percentage, 25th in 3-Point percentage, 26th in assists, 27th in turnover percentage…you get the idea. It was rough.

    About the only guy who could put the ball in the basket was Tyreke Evans, and the oft-injured University of Memphis product immediately parlayed his bounce-back season into a new one-year deal (and a significant raise) with the Indiana Pacers. And it wasn’t like all the losing came with the silver lining of financial flexibility; the team had to trade occasionally useful forward Jarell Martin in July just to get under the luxury tax line going forward. Marc Gasol managed to stay mostly healthy in an even-numbered year, bucking a trend, but he’s also 33 years old, and has started to show some signs of decline, especially on defense. He also appeared to pull an organizational power play last season, effectively getting head coach David Fizdale fired in late November, and he has a player option for the ’19-’20 season, meaning he could be an unrestricted free agent after this season if he remains dissatisfied with the organization and wants to seek one last long-term deal. Any way you slice it, his time as a tent pole for the organization looks to be drawing to a close sooner rather than later. Chandler Parsons remains an injury-prone shell of his former self, and his cap-crippling contract (damn you, summer of 2016!) is fully guaranteed for two more seasons.

    Even amid all of this doom and gloom, though, there are reasons to be optimistic the team will rebound in ’18-’19, and could even challenge for a playoff spot in the West. It starts, naturally, with the return of Mike Conley. All indications are he is ready to go for the start of the season, and a (mostly) healthy season from him would go a long way towards righting the ship. He has still yet to be named an All-Star, and his counting stats are generally not as impressive as some of the other Western point guards, but he is absolutely integral to the team’s success, as his absence proved last year. He has missed 109 games in the last three seasons, so there is legitimate concern about his durability going forward, but he isn’t historically injury-prone, having only missed 30 games in the seven seasons from 2008 to 2015. He is unlikely to ever live up to his gargantuan contract, but what’s done is done, and a healthy, engaged Conley remains the linchpin to playoff contention over the next couple seasons.

    The silver lining of last season’s pants-pooping is it netted Memphis the #4 pick in June’s draft, which they used to select eventual Gasol replacement Jaren Jackson, Jr. While the JJJ bandwagon is quickly filling up with stat geeks ready to proclaim him the Stretch-5 Who Was Promised, the hype may well be justified. He is still incredibly young (as of this writing, he turns 19 tomorrow), so he may be further from a finished product than anyone else in the draft. He shot 51/40/80 in his lone season at Michigan State, so there is little reason to think his shooting stroke isn’t legit. At 6’11” and 240 lbs, he moves extremely well laterally, and he uses his massive 7’4″ wingspan effectively to alter and block shots. He was not a primary offensive option at MSU (though it certainly appeared he could have handled a larger role), which could turn out to be a benefit for a rookie looking to fit in on a veteran-laden team. He will need to cut down his foul rate to make good on his elite defensive potential, but that should come with time and maturity.

    Outside of Jackson, the Grizz are not entirely bereft of other young talent, either. Dillon Brooks was a nice find in the middle of the second round in the ’17 draft. He provided a rare dose of stability to an otherwise chaotic rotation last season, playing all 82 games and averaging nearly 29 minutes a night. Brooks clocked in as a league-average 3-point shooter on 3.2 attempts per game, which counts as a win amid all the bricky shooters they had soaking up minutes. He looks the part of a competent rotation player who will stick in the league, more than most teams typically get out of the 45th pick. Huzzah.

    Their 2nd round pick this season, point guard Jevon Carter out of West Virginia, appears to be another veteran upperclassman who should quickly find a spot in Memphis’ rotation. His hard-nosed defensive style will undoubtedly endear him to Memphis’ famously hardscrabble fans, and I suspect he will eventually bring a level of stability to the backup PG role which will render superfluous the signing of veteran journeyman Shelvin Mack, as well as the very existence of consistently sub-replacement level Andrew Harrison. At 6’2″ and already 23 years old (seriously, it felt like he was in college for a decade), his ceiling may be low, but he should help to solve the ongoing problem of how to stay above water in the non-Conley minutes. Over the last three seasons, when Conley has been out of the lineup (either on the bench or injured), the team has performed worse by 7.7, 7.5, and 6.9 points per 100 possessions. Of course they need Conley to stay healthy and play the majority of minutes, but it would certainly be a big lift if those backup and spot starter minutes (given Conley’s track record of injuries) could at least approach a baseline level of competence, and Carter should be able to provide that with his non-stop motor and high basketball IQ.

    Outside of sucking their way into the Jackson pick, the team’s best personnel move was probably signing Kyle “Slo Mo” Anderson to a sneaky-good, 4-year/$37 million deal in free agency this summer. Due to his well-chronicled lack of foot speed and his tendency to blend into the machine in San Antonio, he often gets overlooked for the things he does extremely well, namely, make good decisions with the ball and play quietly excellent defense. He has improved each year, and did a nice job in an expanded role last season with the Spurs due to Kawhi’s extended, bizarre absence. He is likely never going to be a big scorer because he lacks the pure athleticism and is only an average outside shooter, but even if his current level represents his peak, an expert, low-usage ball-mover and versatile, shutdown wing defender represents a big upgrade over the motley crew the Grizz have had manning the wings over the last few seasons. When the deal expires in 2022, Slo Mo will still only be 28 and will be making $9.9 million, so this contract has a chance to turn into a tremendous value as the cap continues to rise.

    It wasn’t all candy and nuts in the personnel department. Losing Tyreke Evans and James Ennis in free agency hurt, as they were both useful wing players in a rotation which, even with Anderson in the mix, remains hamstrung by Chandler Parsons’ turd sandwich of a contract and will be short on productive bodies this season. GM Chris Wallace attempted to patch this hole by trading for Sacramento wing Garrett Temple, a mostly nondescript minutes-eater who, for some strange reason (thanks again, summer of 2016!) will make $8 million this season for the same 20+ replacement-level minutes a night he always provides. On the plus side, the trade did rid them of toxic asset Ben McLemore, a major bust who simply appears to not have the mindset to reach the level his talent suggests he should. Getting off the $5.4 million they were set to owe a guy on his way out of the league counts as a win, even if it’s technically redressing their own free agency mistake.

    However, Memphis may regret bailing prematurely on Deyonta Davis, who at 21 years old, remains somewhat raw and foul-prone, but actually put up intriguing per-minute numbers in 62 games last season. Davis inexplicably fell from a projected lottery pick all the way to 31st in the 2016 draft, so it’s possible the front offices know something we don’t know, and Lord knows tricking Sacramento into taking on your roster problems is an NBA tradition like no other, but dumping a young guy with so much upside (along with $1.5 million in cash and a future 2nd round pick, all of which are actual assets) for one season of a known quantity who makes $8 million and tops out at “well, he’s not actively awful” feels more than a little desperate.

    They gave end-of-the-bench roster spots (and veteran minimum contracts) to MarShon Brooks (who had been out of the league for 3+ years before signing a 10-day contract with the team late last season), Shelvin Mack, and Omri Casspi, and if any one of those guys represents an answer in 2018, chances are you’re asking the wrong question. It’s easy to picture a scenario where Mack ends up stealing valuable backup PG minutes from Carter (along with coach JB Bickerstaff inevitably defending it to the media with some coachspeak-y nonsense like “Well, I just trust the guys who have been through the battles before”), and I’m already mad about it.

    In an ideal world, the team will run out a starting five of Gasol, JaMychal Green, Anderson, Dillon Brooks, and Conley, and fill out the rotation with Jackson (who could overtake Green by mid-season, depending to what degree he shows out early on), Temple, Carter, and either Wayne Selden or Chandler Parsons, depending on how committed they are to the charade that Parsons has anything left to contribute to an NBA team beyond living vicariously through his social media feeds. This may not look like a rotation ready to go toe-to-toe with the big dogs in the West, but if they get back to their defensive identity, Conley somehow stays healthy, and JJJ shows flashes, the whole could end up quite a bit greater than the sum of the parts.

    In any case, it should be good for a lot more than 22 wins, but this presumed improvement may raise more questions than it answers, especially if it isn’t enough to garner a playoff berth. With Gasol about to reach the crossroads of his career and Jackson being the new potential franchise cornerstone, is it time for Memphis to blow it up? And even if they wanted to, could they?

    From 2011-12 through 2014-15, the Grizz averaged 53 wins a season [Note: I’m prorating the lockout-shortened ’11-’12 season to a full 82 games for consistency]. The Grit ‘n’ Grind era peaked in ’12-’13 with a 56-26 regular season mark and a trip to the Western Conference Finals, where they got swept by a monster Spurs team who somewhat famously came up one defensive rebound shy of winning the title. Even that season, 56 wins was only good for the 5th seed in the ever-loaded West, and Memphis has not reached those heights since, failing to make it out of the second round in any subsequent season. The team won 42 games in ’15-’16 and 43 in ’16-’17 before the bottom dropped out last year, leading many to the conclusion that the window of contention had closed (if it was ever truly open) and as constructed, the current roster is marching inexorably toward the dreaded treadmill of mediocrity.

    I don’t really have a counterargument to this assessment; it more or less reflects the sad reality of the situation. If everything goes perfectly this year, the ’18-’19 Grizz likely top out as first round cannon fodder. But maybe that’s enough. Not every team can compete for titles every year, and the chips are especially stacked against a small market like Memphis. As the only major professional sports team in the city, the Grizz have a special civic relationship with the citizens (something Grit ‘n’ Grind tapped into in a very fundamental way), and it’s important to continue to nurture that connection for the financial and spiritual health of both the city and the franchise. Wandering the NBA desert for a few years might be the healthiest thing in the long run for the state of the roster, but it would be a particularly bitter pill for the fan base to swallow.

    And even if management possessed the testicular fortitude to pull the ripcord, the teardown and rebuild would be fraught with challenges. First off, Memphis owes its 2019 1st round pick to Boston, courtesy of an ill-conceived trade for Jeff Green back in 2014-15 (incidentally, Jeff Green has already played for three additional teams since he left Memphis; his career is a fascinating study in how many franchises one player can irrevocably damage). However, Chris Wallace is not quite as dumb as former Nets’ GM Billy King, AKA the architect of the single most damaging trade in NBA history. Wallace at least had the foresight to attach top-8 protection to the pick, so in our earlier best-case scenario, Memphis wins 40-some games and gives up a pick in the teens, taking its medicine early rather than risking losing a higher pick in the future. This outcome would count as something of a victory, because if the pick doesn’t convey in 2019, it becomes top-6 protected in 2020, and unprotected in 2021. Woof. It would be quite the kick in the marbles to commit to a multi-year rebuild, only to be forced to hand over a juicy top pick to the Celtics (who will be busy competing for titles) right in the middle of it.

    The second problem would be how to handle the Gasol standoff. Again, Gasol is 33 and has a player option in his contract, making him a rapidly depreciating asset. If the team wanted to move on from him, the sooner they could make a deal, the better value they would get. If he is fed up and decides to exercise his “pre-agency” by demanding a trade, Memphis loses even more leverage. In any case, I suspect there would still be a market for him; “unicorn inflation” may be running rampant, but 7’1″ guys who can defend, rebound, post up, run the offense from the elbow, and hit 3’s still don’t grow on trees. Whether or not the return is worth unceremoniously dumping one of your franchise’s icons is certainly debatable, but how they manage the dynamics of the relationship with Gasol this season is going to be fascinating.

    Third, even if the team can find a beneficial resolution to Gasol’s situation, they would still be saddled with the dual millstone contracts of Conley and Chandler Parsons. There is no such thing as an “untradeable” NBA contract (see Johnson, Joe), but man, would these be some tough needles to thread. Mike Conley is an undeniably valuable player, and there are probably contending teams who would be happy to have him, if only his salary cap figure were not so untenable. Keeping him around sabotages any potential tank job because he’s too good; finding a trade partner involves a team (or teams) who are willing to part with the type of draft picks Memphis would demand, along with a set of contracts which make the math work without clogging up the cap sheet or substantively improving the roster in the process.

    Trying to get out from under Parsons’ deal is even harder, though perhaps that’s for the best. Getting off his salary would require giving up draft capital to another rebuilding team willing to rent out its cap space, which would obviously defeat the entire purpose. If the point is to lose games while giving the appearance of competitiveness, perhaps the best solution is just to play Parsons as many minutes as his decrepit knees can handle. He’s obviously a sunk cost; might as well make him earn his money, even if it’s in the most perverse way possible outside of Tijuana. Memphis would be far from the first team to pull this stunt.

    I suspect Chris Wallace and owner Robert Pera will opt for the status quo, though things could change quickly if the team struggles out of the gate and the Gasol melodrama proves to be irreconcilable. Nearly a decade of successes and failures have led the Grizzlies to this crossroads, and to the existential question: is it worth holding onto your past, even if it might cost you your future?

    Take it away, Boyz II Men:

  • NJ.com

    I come to bury the unicorns, not to praise them.

    If you’re anything like me, you believe the term “unicorn,” as used in NBA circles, has long since outlived its usefulness. It was originally a cute idea, denoting a big man with a mythical combination of size, agility, rim protection, and outside shooting prowess. At its most trendy, the term was usually applied to Kristaps Porzingis, but at various times Anthony Davis, Karl-Anthony Towns, Giannis Antetokounmpo (we’ll get to him in a bit, don’t worry), Joel Embiid, and even Nikola Jokic have all received the horn-and-hooves treatment, and we’re T-minus two months from it first being bestowed upon DeAndre Ayton, Jaren Jackson, Jr., Wendell Carter, Jr., and perhaps even Mo Bamba. This “unicorn inflation” is obviously illogical, since the rarity of finding one is the whole point. If we really wanted to apply the tag as a shorthand for “superstar, do-it-all, one-of-a-kind big man,” we’d just give it to AD and be done with it. He is clearly the best, most valuable version of the archetype we’re going to get for a while, so why would we lump him in with lesser versions of himself?

    But I digress. The point is, the team-building idea behind the term was that this type of player was the rarest, most valuable resource an NBA team could possess. To be clear, my intent is not to disparage or discredit those types of bigs. They all are — or soon will be — franchise cornerstones, and wildly valuable in their own right. No debate there. But they are not what drives true success in the modern NBA; the single most indispensable resource a team can possess, without a doubt, is the Playmaker With Size. If we must abide by such a phrase, then these are the true unicorns. Or perhaps we need a more accurate taxonomy for these most irreplaceable of creatures, so hold that thought.

    First, a tangent, so bear with me. Another phrase which has gained a lot of traction in NBA discourse in recent years is “position-less basketball,” and we need to talk about it. In past eras, positional designations were mostly rigid and discrete, and roles and responsibilities were doled out as much due to a player’s size and build as they were to his skill set. NBA players were something of a digital event, and in the run-up to earlier drafts, there were few worse labels a player could have affixed to him by scouts than the dreaded “‘tweener.”

    Over time, the rules changed, strategies evolved, the talent base broadened, and the positional spectrum, ironically enough, became more analog. As the spread pick-and-roll and motion-based offenses became the dominant philosophies, the roles and responsibilities of all the players on the floor began to coalesce. Big men, used to packing the paint, now had to be able to step out and shoot 3’s to maintain proper spacing. Everyone had to be able to switch screens and effectively guard a bigger (or smaller) player, lest he become a mercilessly targeted liability in the pick-and-roll. “‘Tweener” ceased to be a pejorative and came to be seen as an asset; now we use the phrase “versatile,” proof that semantics often matter more than we’d care to admit. In its place, the terms “true point guard” and “true center” (designations which would have carried a positive connotation in the past) began to be used to infer a prospect lacked schematic adaptability and would have to be built around due to his limitations, rather than seamlessly integrating into the team concept. DeAndre Jordan would have looked like a freaking alien back in the 80’s and 90’s, but now he actually gets devalued for the things he can’t do (dribble, pass, shoot), even as he is the walking prototype for the “true” center: an ace at screen-setting, rim running, catching lobs, containing pick-and-rolls, and defending the rim. These players can still have tremendous value and make a nice living for themselves (see Capela, Clint), but let’s be honest — would Jaren Jackson, Jr. and Mo Bamba have gone top-6 in this year’s draft if they had never shot a 3 in college? No goddamn chance.

    So this is where the phrase “position-less basketball” came from, a well-meaning catch-all to describe a world where most everyone can pass, dribble, and shoot (and those who can’t are basically dinosaurs earmarked for extinction). It acts as a somewhat useful shorthand for the stylistic changes in the game and the degree to which the lines have blurred between the old integer-based positional designations, but it doesn’t tell nearly the whole story. Positions still exist and still matter, just not in the traditional sense.

    The old saw in NBA circles is “your position is who you can guard,” and it’s more or less still true. If a guy is 6’2″, he IS a point guard, simply by dint of the fact he is going to have a tough time guarding bigger players. His handles, court vision, and ability to run a play are basically irrelevant in the positional context. Does he have to check the smallest guy on the other team in order for the defense to be viable? Boom, he’s a point guard.

    So in the defensive sense, there isn’t “position-less basketball” so much as there are “position-less players.” It is a select group indeed who can be placed in virtually any matchup and not look out of their depth: LeBron (fully engaged version), Kawhi (fully healthy version), Giannis, KD, Ben Simmons, Paul George, Jimmy Butler, Draymond (yes, I know, it’s terribly unfair the Dubs have two of them), and a few youngsters who could one day join the list (Jayson Tatum, OG Anunoby, and maybe Kevin Knox, who, just FYI, is going to be SPECIAL). Obviously, these are incredibly valuable players to have because of the kind of lineup versatility they enable, but if a team doesn’t have one (or more — damn you, cap spike of 2016), then they are somewhat beholden to the traditional positional framework when it comes to building a viable defense. Rudy Gobert being perhaps the most valuable defensive player in the league should act as a good reminder that positions will never truly go away, even if he does occasionally look like Bambi on roller skates when switched onto a slippery guard.

    But let’s set defense aside for a second. Players don’t get paid for it, anyway. In this brave new world of offensive versatility, where everyone is expected to be able to pass, dribble, and shoot, who truly drives value (and wins)?

    I am far from the first to use this term, but an NBA offense is an ecosystem. While each player has his own role and responsibilities within the offense, nothing happens in a vacuum. Everything is interrelated. At the same time, in nature, many ecosystems contain what is called a keystone species — a single animal or group of a single species which exerts an undue influence over the rest of the ecosystem. The simplest example of this phenomenon is the beaver. In a woodland or wetland environment, a lone beaver, doing beaver things (cutting down trees, building a dam and lodge, turning a stream into a pond), has a dramatic impact upon both the landscape and every other creature around it. And while it is undoubtedly a noble and majestic animal, you can probably see where I’m going with this analogy.

    Who are the NBA’s beavers?

    First off, take a moment and insert your own groupie and/or baby mama joke here. Go ahead, get it out of your system. Everybody good? OK great, let’s continue. To rephrase the question: what type of player (or species, if you will) most dramatically impacts the ecosystem of an NBA team? In the pre-Magic/Bird/MJ days, the answer would obviously be the center. The game revolved almost entirely around getting into (and keeping the opponent out of) the paint, so the Russell/Wilt/Kareem/Moses types were clearly the most valuable resource for sustained success. Skilled post-up centers remained valuable offensive hubs all the way through Shaq’s apex with the Lakers in the early aughts, but the writing was on the wall. The dominance of Magic, Bird, and MJ in the 80’s and 90’s hinted at how guards and wings would take up the mantle of offensive creation from the bigs, but it wasn’t until the rule changes surrounding hand-checking and illegal defense were implemented in the mid-2000’s that the transformation was complete.

    A popular refrain among NBA nostalgia buffs is how the elimination of the hand-check “softened” the sport in some fundamental way. We’ve all heard some version of this argument, and it never gets any less reductive. The change absolutely allowed more freedom of movement for ball handlers and perimeter players, and helped usher in the takeover of the drive-and-kick/spread pick-and-roll game. No argument there, but it’s only part of the story.

    Often lost in the debate about the causes and effects of rule and stylistic changes in the aughts, however, is the importance of the elimination of the illegal defense rule (and the corresponding introduction of Defensive Three Seconds and legalization of zone defenses). The repeal of the illegal defense (whereby a player without the ball could not be double-teamed) struck a mortal blow to the post-up game, and as an unintended consequence, helped to make the spread PnR even more effective. As an assistant coach of the ’07-’08 Celtics (NBA Champions that year, probably not coincidentally), Tom Thibodeau popularized the strong side overload defense, essentially a zone concept where the defense sends an extra defender to the ball side of the floor (where the strongest offensive players generally reside), while zoning up the weak side and rotating to recover if the offense swings or skips the ball. If the defense decides to use the extra defender to double the post, the entry pass becomes more or less impossible.

    As the strategy became widespread (it remains a staple of most NBA defenses to this day), offenses began going away from the post, instead positioning shooters in the corners to take advantage of the shorter 3-point line there, to stretch the defenses out, and force more difficult rotations. Punch, counter punch. Adding a high PnR to the play caused the defense to have to make an initial rotation, and forced the weak side defender (already covering a lot of ground) to have to collapse into the lane to “bump” the roll man, leaving even more room for the shooter in the corner. Incidentally, this is also how the DeAndre Jordan/Tyson Chandler types became the model for the modern center; making the defense account for an athletic roll man and protect the vertical space around the rim forces even more difficult rotations, resulting in higher quality looks off ball movement. The rule change made one responsibility (rim running) more valuable than another (posting up), and the teams and players adapted roles accordingly, creating a positive feedback loop and hastening the Darwinian schism of the “species” into the “true” centers and the more offensively versatile unicorns. And notice how hand-checking has nothing to do with it.

    As the game (and the paint) opened up over time, players who could create offense for themselves and teammates by penetrating became much more valuable. Traditionally, point guards were the primary creators for their teams because they were the best playmakers off the dribble, and many of them have made (and still make) hay during the pace-and-space revolution. Steve Nash was the tip of the movement’s spear, and he took home back-to-back MVPs for being ahead of the curve, however fraught one might consider those votes to be (and however much weird revisionist history there has been lately surrounding his well-deserved Hall of Fame induction). Russell Westbrook secured an MVP by stretching to the absolute breaking point the idea of how much a playmaker can mean to his team (the revisionist history on that one is spot-on; James Harden absolutely was the correct, if not sentimental, choice in ’16-’17). Players like John Wall, Dame Lillard, Chris Paul, Kyle Lowry, and Kemba Walker have all been very effective as alpha point guards in this new league-wide offensive environment.

    And look, I get it. The armies of stat-crunchers have chopped this up a thousand different ways by now, and whatever your favorite metric happens to be, whether it’s BPM, RPM, Win Shares, VORP, PER, or anything else, the conclusion always comes out the same: the creator ultimately drives more value than the finisher. In order for a unicorn to also be a beaver (a beavicorn?), he has to do unicorn things but also be the main creator for his team, which is a rarity in the modern landscape. Nikola Jokic frequently punches above his weight analytics-wise (vis-a-vis his general perception in the league hierarchy) because of all the value he brings as Denver’s primary facilitator. Giannis’ destiny may be as a center defensively (a topic for another time), but his vast offensive value (and the early MVP chatter surrounding him) is based on his ability to get into the lane from anywhere on the floor and score or distribute. He is a devastatingly effective beaver, no matter how badly we want him to be a unicorn.

    With the possible exception of Dirk in ’07, every MVP since ’05 has been either a playmaker with size (LeBron, Kobe, Harden, Durant) or a generational point guard with a wildly unique skill set and/or otherworldly athleticism (Nash, Curry, Westbrook, pre-injury Derrick Rose). Here is the top 15 in Box Plus/Minus from last season, per Basketball-reference.com:

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    1. James Harden • HOU 10.9
    2. LeBron James • CLE 9.6
    3. Stephen Curry • GSW 8.6
    4. Russell Westbrook • OKC 8.2
    5. Nikola Jokic • DEN 7.1
    6. Chris Paul • HOU 7.1
    7. Damian Lillard • POR 6.7
    8. Kyrie Irving • BOS 6.2
    9. Kyle Lowry • TOR 5.9
    10. Giannis Antetokounmpo • MIL 5.8
    11. Kevin Durant • GSW 5.6
    12. Karl-Anthony Towns • MIN 5.5
    13. DeMarcus Cousins • NOP 5.5
    14. Andre Drummond • DET 5.5
    15. Anthony Davis • NOP 5.2

    The top 11 is nearly all beavers (including Jokic, who remember, is a beavicorn), followed by the elite bigs. When a team is rebuilding, its first priority should be to try to obtain a player who can someday crack a list like this one. I’m not suggesting anyone should pass on a generational big man like Davis, since players like him don’t come around often, but when in doubt, the odds suggest gambling on a playmaker.

    This brings me, at long last, to the 2018 NBA Draft. I may end up looking foolish for this, but I contend there was only one true, can’t-miss beaver in this year’s draft, and it was Luka Doncic. Skepticism of foreign prospects remains a powerful motivator for NBA front offices, but this guy has accomplished everything you could ever dream of as a 19-year-old, and if the goal is to reside on the list above for the next 10-15 years, he possesses the size and skill set someone would design in a laboratory . His athleticism doesn’t jump off the screen, but one could say the same about almost half of the BPM leaders as well.

    DeAndre Ayton is clearly a tantalizing physical prospect (he most reminds me of a young Patrick Ewing, on offense at least), and it isn’t too hard to imagine him cracking the list with the other top big men. Picturing him ascending into that sort of range, however, involves a ton of defensive projection; I can’t un-see the way he got worked over by SUNY Freaking Buffalo in the NCAA Tournament, and the eye test and metrics both paint him as an inattentive, listless defender at the college level. Remember, for all the difficulty Karl-Anthony Towns has had in approaching competence as an NBA defender (and corresponding questions from Jimmy Butler and others about his effort level), he was a paint-protecting menace at UK, a title no rational person would presently bestow upon Ayton. DeAndre could certainly turn up his intensity level once the (legitimate) paychecks start rolling in, but when you see a guy with his physical gifts display such a lack of defensive aptitude over an entire season — and against inferior competition — it’s hard not to view it as a big red flag. Additionally, nothing about his body of work at Arizona suggests the potential to be an elite playmaker in the mold of Jokic or Boogie Cousins, so if you draft a guy #1 overall who tops out as a high-level finisher and a maybe-lousy defender, you have neither a beaver nor a unicorn, so what do you have?

    In Phoenix’s defense, they seem to think they already have their beaver in the form of Devin Booker, and it’s entirely possible they’re right. His new $158 million extension was a no-brainer, and he fits the mold of a young playmaker with size who could crack “the list” as soon as this season, assuming his defense improves from “depths-of-hell awful” to just “passably bad.” So there is a certain logic in handing over the reins of the offense to a possibly-ascending beaver and drafting a physical freak like Ayton as a complement (setting aside the Kobe/Shaq comps — just stop it), but I get a little misty every time I think about what could have been if they had paired Booker and Jackson with Doncic to form a hyper-modern, versatile, multi-dimensional attack. I like what they did by snagging high-upside PG De’Anthony Melton in the Ryan Anderson trade, but the opportunity cost of using the #1 on an elite finisher when a true-blue beaver may have been available could turn out to be a big regret for their front office.

    This goes double for Sacramento. All of Ayton’s defensive concerns are even more magnified for #2 pick Marvin Bagley III. At Duke, he vacillated between confusion and indifference, and doesn’t really project as a guy who will grow into a role as a rim protector. At first glance, it’s easy to compare Bagley to Chris Bosh — they are both lithe, quick 6’11” lefties with an advanced feel for interior play at a young age — but CB4 found the best version of himself with the Heatles by becoming a knock-down shooter and a tenacious defender as a small-ball center. Maybe we’ll write the same thing about Bagley one day, but boy, do I have to squint hard to see that happening.

    It’s always dangerous to attempt to tap into the thinking of the Kings’ brain trust, but I suspect they see De’Aaron Fox as their eventual beaver, and Bagley’s potential as an overqualified running mate was too hard to pass up — essentially a poor man’s version of what Phoenix did. They likely also believe they have their bases covered on the interior with Willie Cauley-Stein and the very-intriguing-if-healthy Harry Giles, so slotting Bagley in as a pure PF, along with a PG who can’t shoot — creating a lineup that is paradoxically full of 20-year-olds and yet also wildly retrograde at the same time — may be their perverted vision of zigging when everyone else zags.

    One possible saving grace for this inevitable train wreck, which I have been kicking around since I started watching Bagley play at Duke: I’m not entirely sure Bagley is a big man at the NBA level. There is a universe where, instead of trying to bulk him up and make him a small-ball 5, he works to improve his shooting and ball handling and becomes a super-sized ‘tweener. Doesn’t the idea of an athletic 6’11” playmaker who can use his length and quickness as an asset on the perimeter (on both ends) sound a lot more enticing than a pure PF who goes out, gets his 20/10 a night, plays zero defense, loses, and goes home? A smart organization would explore the possibility they have a beaver hiding in plain sight, meaning the Kings will clearly do the opposite and instead set to the task of sabotaging his career post-haste.

    In any case, was it a good idea for Sacramento to pass on the beaver staring them in the face in the service of empowering Fox and the hazy, far-off outline of what Bagley could one day become? I would argue it was not, and betting against the wisdom of the Kings’ front office has been a winning proposition for most of the current millennium thus far, so I’ll take my chances.

    Atlanta is clearly in the early stages of a rebuild, so going the asset-collection route (while also betting on a potentially electric playmaker in his own right in Trae Young) makes a certain amount of sense. One in the hand is worth two in the bush, however, so as you can probably guess by now, if I were them I would have just happily accepted the gift handed to me by Phoenix and Sacramento, called in the Doncic pick, and then popped some champagne to celebrate my good fortune.

    Instead, Dallas managed to turn the fifth pick into what immediately becomes one of the league’s more valuable assets, a pro-ready playmaker with size on a cost-controlled contract. Bully for them. There is some concern handing over primary playmaking duties to Doncic will stunt the development of second-year guard Dennis Smith, Jr., but I foresee the opposite. Smith is a phenomenal athlete and a really nice prospect, but as the primary creator for the team as a rookie, the game was too fast for him. Simplifying his reads as a cutter, attacker, and secondary ball handler should help to slow things down and unlock all the best parts of his game, and when the ball is in Smith’s hands, Doncic has shown himself to be a proficient off-ball player, as well. DeAndre Jordan’s rim running and lob catching should mesh well with Luka’s rare passing instincts, and DJ’s ability to suck in the defense on the roll will open up Dirk’s favorite spots on the floor, allowing him to get better looks while also lowering his overall offensive burden as he gradually shuffles off this NBA mortal coil.

    The tree-cutting and dam-building are just beginning, so it may be a while before the pond takes shape (in the form of winning seasons in the brutal West), but make no mistake, the groundwork has been laid. The beaver enters the ecosystem, the landscape is altered, the other species adapt and thrive — it’s Basketball Ecology 101. Class dismissed.

  • Daily Express

    Fifty-nine wins. That’s the over/under for the 2018-19 Boston Celtics at the Westgate Las Vegas. A daunting number, right? After all, the NBA Champion and unstoppable-basketball-death-machine Golden State Warriors only went 58-24 last year, even if they did battle both injuries and boredom throughout the regular season. In any case, it takes an elite, cream-of-the-crop team to win 59+ games, so it would seem as though this year’s edition of the C’s is garnering a sufficient amount of respect from the experts. Not so fast. If anything, the team who won 55 games last season amid constant lineup turnover, and is being projected as the #1 seed to come out of the East, is actually underrated.

    I don’t know how else to say it: the ’18-’19 Celtics are going to be a juggernaut. I’m not saying they will take down Golden State in the Finals, but I’m also not not saying it, which is pretty much the highest praise you can bestow on a non-Dubs team within the current competitive landscape.

    The case for them to be a 60+ win behemoth is compelling, and not too hard to make. It all starts with coach Brad Stevens and the defense. I’m not breaking any new ground by singing the praises of Stevens, the coaching wunderkind who’s had rose petals thrown at his feet by everyone in NBA circles since the moment he stepped into the league, and deservedly so. Suffice it to say, he and Gregg Popovich form an unimpeachable top tier of active coaches, and if his current trajectory holds, Stevens will almost certainly end up in the pantheon of all-timers.

    Great coaches coach great defenses, and the ’17-’18 Celtics were certainly that. They ranked 3rd in the league in points allowed/game last season, and were best in the league on a per-possession basis, after ranking 15th and 13th, respectively, the prior season. There were reasons both to expect the defensive turnaround and to be surprised by it. In swapping out Isaiah Thomas for Kyrie Irving, they upgraded their defense at the point of attack from “catastrophically awful” to “generically bad.” They got typically stout defense from stalwarts Al Horford and Marcus Smart, and saw big strides on that end from Jaylen Brown in his second season as well. What was tougher to foresee was how, outside of Irving, they got positive contributions on the defensive end from nearly every other spot in the rotation. Terry Rozier, Daniel Theis, and Semi Ojeleye all proved to be valuable cogs, and despite pre-draft concerns about his defensive effort and acumen, rookie Jayson Tatum was quietly excellent on that end, even as he was forced to play big minutes right out of the gate. And Tatum only got all those minutes in the first place because Boston got absolutely nothing out of free agent acquisition Gordon Hayward who, along with his obvious offensive value, had quietly become a solid, versatile defender over his last few seasons in Utah.

    There is no reason to expect a backslide on the defensive end this season. Outside of Horford (who seems like he could captain an NBA defense well into his 40’s anyway), the additional year of experience should be a boon to all the young legs on the roster. The return of Hayward (and ideally, better injury luck for Irving and Smart) should slot everyone into his proper role and minutes load, resulting in a more focused, rested, and cohesive defense — a truly scary prospect for the Eastern Conference. The ability to deploy the wing trio of Brown, Tatum, and Hayward simultaneously will give them a level of versatility and switch-ability unmatched outside of the Hamptons.

    The return of Hayward (and presumably Irving) will also afford Boston an enviable level of depth, which, despite how much rotations may shorten in the postseason, remains an invaluable resource during the regular season. Brad Stevens is going to have the luxury of filling nearly every one of those 240 available minutes per game with either a star-level or above-average performer, and outside of maybe Toronto, I don’t think there’s any other team in the league for whom such a thing is true. He should be able to tamp down Smart’s minutes, who, for all the grit and relentlessness he brings to the court, remains a woeful shooter and an overall offensive liability. Marcus Morris could similarly see his role marginalized; while he offers theoretical versatility as a stretch 4, on a team with this much talent, it’s hard to justify 27 minutes a night and a 23.0 Usage Rate for a guy who shoots 43% from the field and doesn’t defend or rebound his position particularly well.

    Smart notwithstanding, shooting once again figures to be a major strength for Boston. As a team, they shot 37.7% from 3 last season, good for 2nd in the league. Adding another savvy shooter and playmaker into the ecosystem in Hayward should only bolster the percentages further by drawing defensive attention away from Kyrie and Tatum. He should fit seamlessly into their motion-based offense, and he’s overqualified to handle secondary pick-and-roll and dribble hand-off actions (in conjunction with the league’s best screen-setter in Horford).

    Add it all up and what do you have? An unstoppable lead guard who has proven he can go get isolation buckets in the biggest moments (Irving). Supremely overqualified second and third options (Hayward and Tatum), the latter of whom could easily blossom into a full-on superstar as early as this season. A poor man’s Tim Duncan (Horford), always there to provide an A+ in all the areas of the game most people wouldn’t even think to grade. Endless depth, consisting of springy young athletes with tons more room to grow (Brown, Rozier, Smart, Ojeleye) as well as savvy vets to soak up minutes and offer consistency (Morris and Baynes). An offense that should be ready to turn the corner and become a top-tier unit, combined with a defense already at the peak of its powers. Outside shooting at nearly every position in a league increasingly defined by the trend, and a young, Hall of Fame-level savant of a coach to orchestrate it all and squeeze out those last few wins at the margins.

    Read the last paragraph again, and tell me what about it suggests the Celtics will be anything less than great?

    And here’s the kicker: if GM Danny Ainge decides the team isn’t good enough as constructed, he absolutely has all the tools to make it even better! If they decided they wanted to reel in a big fish, Tatum or Brown would obviously draw a huge amount of interest. They have raw prospects on their roster with untapped upside who could be seen as assets for a suddenly-rebuilding team (Guerschon Yabusele and Robert Williams, the latter of whom will obviously need to get his act together if he wants to have a pro career). And then there’s the draft picks. Oh, the draft picks. Even though the Russian draft pick pipeline, courtesy of Brooklyn, has finally run dry, Boston still has all of its own future first rounders AND three more coming as soon as next year (from Sacramento, Memphis, and the Clippers, with various protections on all of them). The Sacramento pick (top-1 protected, obtained from Philly in the Fultz/Tatum swap) is an embarrassingly good asset for such an already loaded team to possess. At a certain point, there could be diminishing returns on adding more star-level talent to such a good roster, but wouldn’t it be fun to see them try?

    Speculation has run rampant Ainge is biding his time, hoping Anthony Davis becomes available from New Orleans, but I struggle to see a scenario where the Pellies would entertain anything but the most Godfather of all Godfather offers, and even then they probably wouldn’t pull the trigger. Davis is just that good. Even if Davis isn’t in the offing, if they were so inclined, the Celtics could easily put together a package built around Smart’s eminently tradeable contract, Williams/Yabusele, some contract filler, and the Sacramento and Memphis picks.  An offer of this kind would probably shake loose some premium talent, and it wouldn’t alter the team’s existing core in the slightest. That’s crazy.

    I do not suspect Ainge will go this route, though it certainly is fun to imagine. He has mostly shown himself to be committed to the long game, and he probably feels (correctly so) the team is in a great position to compete for titles in both the near- and long-terms, especially with so much additional draft capital on hand to continually replenish the talent pool. Windows of contention close faster than you think in the NBA, but Boston has successfully engineered an opportunity to prop that sucker open for the foreseeable future, starting with what is shaping up to be a loaded-but-also-balanced ’18-’19 squad. Assuming some level of health, it would be pretty surprising not to see the Celtics come out of the East this year (and yes, perhaps even give the Warriors a run for their money), and there’s a good chance we’ll be saying the same thing every preseason for quite a while.