Window closed
As noted earlier, I did attend the game tonight...though only for the first half. My seat was rotten--a mere five rows from the top. But that's what you get when you buy a playoff ticket on Sunday for a game the following Tuesday. And THAT'S what you get when you're not certain until that Sunday that your team is even going to be around the following Tuesday. Anyway, I watched dutifully for the first half, drove to a sports bar during the third quarter, and watched the fourth quarter there. I wasn't able to live blog, but I did record my thoughts in real time. I'll share them with you now, in the order that they occurred to me:
- Shaq has no energy. He's just hanging around under the rim. Won't leave the area to save his life...or more important, to guard the guy with the ball.
- What the hell happened to Nash's shot in the last month? He's missing everything these days.
- Nash has four points and no assists as we approach the half. Not a good sign.
- Amare is just standing around flat-footed. He's not moving without the ball. How does he expect to score?
- Much to my surprise, the Suns are playing decent interior defense...no thanks to Shaq.
- It's hard not to see Shaq as a big liability in this game. He's not playing any defense, he's missing all of his field goal attempts, and he's clanging his free throws. His plus-minus must be horrid.
- Amare has never committed a foul in his life. Or at least that's what he'd tell you. He cries on every call. I realize that he doesn't get calls like your typical All Star, but maybe if he cried a little less the refs would give him a few more breaks.
- Tonight Shaq is playing like the guy all the trade-haters said he would be: old, lazy, slow, and grumpy.
- Amare has made no adjustments to the Spurs' tough defense. He's playing as if his buckets are going to come as easy as they do against Memphis or the Paper Clips. No, Stat, these are the defending world champs. You're going to have to earn your points.
- I've just watched my billionth commercial for the Bill Engvall show. First of all, I feel bad for Nancy Travis. She's cute and talented, but she ends up doing crap like this and "Becker." Also, after every completely pedestrian trailer for his show, Bill Engvall himself comes on and says, "TBS--very funny." Except that the ostensibly funny show snippets are so bad, they seem like a parody from the late, lamented "Ben Stiller Show." (Anybody remember that?)
- I have a new policy for NBA refs: if you're not sure what just happened, don't make a call. Just because a guy fell down doesn't mean that another guy fouled him. So unless you saw the foul FOR CERTAIN, just let 'em play.
- Manu's only got five points this late in the game? That scares me. He's bound to start lighting it up.
- Have you noticed how few good looks the Suns have had beyond the arc? That's Pop's defense for you.
- Hey, Amare, little reminder for you...when Steve Nash gets in among the big trees, he's probably gonna look to give you the ball. You should probably expect that. That way you won't bobble it and turn it over when he DOES give it to you. Have you really not figured that out by now? (Same goes for you, Shaq.)
- Fourth-quarter turnovers are killing the Suns. Credit the Spurs' defense.
- Why is Shaq on the floor with the Suns down by two? If I were Pop, I'd foul. Odds are, he's going to clang one, and you'll still be up by one (if not two).
- It's fitting that the Suns' season effectively ends on a Bowen defensive play on Nash.
And that's what I've got for you. I've been saying for years now (literally), that Mike D'Antoni's system will not win a championship. Though I've been wrong about some of the details along the way, I've been right about the fundamental point: offense doesn't win championships. No serious basketball fan can consider this team a title contender any longer.
The evidence is in. The window is closed. The trend is downward. The future is bleak. The time to start rebuilding is now.
Mike D, you're a good guy and a good coach, but you've done all you can do here. We wish you well.