After [David] Blatt was hired, there was a war room meeting about acquiring a starting small forward. At one point [Cavs GM] Griffin put four letters on the board with names next to them:
B) was Chandler Parsons.
C) was Gordon Hayward.
D) was Trevor Ariza.
A) was not referred to by name but rather as The Guy.
Blatt and Griffin swear that the name of Akron’s Finest was never uttered, lest a curse come down on the franchise. The official free-agent season was still two weeks away, and there was that small matter of the owner’s having trashed James when he left for Miami in 2010.
|Dime:||I talked with you before, and i thought it was hysterical you got ID’d all the time with that baby face. I also have that problem. Does it still happen to you a lot? Has it happened since the season ended, or — like you’re pretty famous now, but has it happened recently?|
|Stephen Curry:||It happened at California Pizza Kitchen in the Bay Area like 15 minutes from my house. We went, I tried to get a drink after the season, that’s exactly what happened. Me and my wife went to dinner, and we didn’t have our daughter with us, and she was with the babysitter. So I ordered a beer, and I didn’t have my ID with me, ‘cause I left it in the car and I thought she’d recognize me. So the waitress asks, and I was like, ‘uh, is your manager here,’ and I took my chances with him knowing who I was, and…he knew. But she basically — yeah — she wouldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt, knowing that I didn’t look like I was over 21 and not knowing who I was.|
The thing that interests me about Mark Deeks is that he even exists.
Imagine spending a dozen hours or more a day researching and watching the NBA in a country where the games come on at midnight and end at 7 a.m. and basketball is so disregarded that your home country cut the funding for its Olympic team. That should give you an idea of how unusual Deeks’s rise to prominence is.
He’s a self-made, self-employed lay-expert in the most confusing and misunderstood area of a sport that is barely more than a fringe curiosity in his home country. Somehow, Deeks, originally from “a small village in the English countryside that no one has ever heard of,” has managed to cultivate a web of contacts that give him not just salary information, but incentives, trade kickers, cap percentages, and all the cascading minutiae that goes into the NBA contract sausage.
Roy Hibbert: “I’m in PG’s car! Vroom vroom!”
Paul George: “Bro, get out of my car!”
MJ and Fed
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