Copyright 2008 NBAE (Photo by Tim Heitman/NBAE via Getty Images)One of the saddest sights I've seen in sports history was when champion boxer Larry Holmes pummeled an aged, over the hill Muhammad Ali in the corner of the ring, pleading for the referee to stop the contest in Ali's very last fight. It was one of those situations where an athlete was way past his prime, but either needed the money or couldn't admit to himself that he no longer was the greatest. I kind of felt that way about "Coach" Kevin McHale last night against the Mavs, as they literally imploded in front of our eyes and blew a 29 point lead, losing 107-100. There was the Iron Ranger as the meltdown continued, windmilling his arms like a baseball third base coach waving a runner home, trying--as he put it in the post game press conference--to restore pace in their game, and get back, get back to where they once belonged.
Who said this guy could coach?
Kevin, it's over. Much like Senate Minority Leader Howard Baker in the 1970's, who had to lead a small contingent of Republicans to the White House and tell Richard Nixon he could no longer be President, someone in the Wolves organization needs to man up here and be the one to walk up to McHale and tell him to leave. This doesn't mean he's not a great basketball mind, or that he wasn't a great player, or that he's not a loving father, or a superior hunter, or tall, or funny, or walks with a limp, but this guy is not a coach of a rebuilding team that one day could be contenders.
The response from the in-denial Timberwolves organization of course is that last night was weird, one of those days. The team was on a back-to-back game, with an overtime victory last night against the Grizz. Without Brandon Roy, the Blazers beat the Celtics. On Lebron's birthday, the Cavs lost to the Heat. The Israelis and Hamas are still fighting in Gaza.
Whatever.
From not calling enough time outs when the levee started breaking, to not making the adjustment of getting Craig Smith--who couldn't guard the taller Nowitzki if his life depended on it-- out of the game, to not getting Kevin Ollie or anyone to put a body or clamp down on Jason Terry as he was torching the club, McHale simply doesn't look into the coaching thing at all. He looks tired, spent, lost. Kind of like Ali did.
Mr. Taylor, throw in the towel and stop the fight.
Now, a quick word or two about the Grizz win:
My jet lag wasn't kicking in as of then, so I bothered to watch the Grizz and Wolves duke it out in the first round of the 2008 NBA Draft Third Pick Superiority Bowl. The Wolves won it 108-98 in OT, with Big Al going for 38 points and 16 rebounds. The "real" story of course, is how OJ Mayo and Kevin Love did, given the draft day trade that swapped their franchise uniforms. Both did well, although Love's points (17, with 7 rebounds, and a +8 for the evening) were a bit of misnomer; Memphis had longer players guarding him (Rudy Gay, Hakim Warrick), but no one bigger and stronger who could block his shot straight up, or prevent him from getting into position on the block. As we saw last night against the Mavs, guarded by folks like DeSagana Diop, Love was back to his poor shooting ways, not being able to hit the baby hook or shoot from the outside. Still, the fact that Love was able to hit outside shots and that pretty little jump hook repeatedly gave some insight into how the lug COULD play eventually. Mayo was also good (23 points, 3 rebounds, 4 assists); late in the fourth tried to take over the game with seven straight points, but in the overtime session no one from the Grizz could hit their deep three pointers consistently and Al was simply dominant, scoring 7 points in the extra frame.
Columnists, bloggers and fans have been taking up the OJ vs. Love theme ever since the trade. Patrick Reusse wrote about Mayo yesterday morning; he's clearly on record about who got the better of the deal. For most other folks, the worse the Wolves were and the more Love struggled resulted in posts about how many points Mayo scored on a given night, and how once again the Wolves screwed up a major draft choice. I maintain that this is a false premise; that this whole situation isn't solely about OJ vs. Mayo.
Truth be told, right now it isn't Mayo that would have had the biggest impact for us in the draft, it's...(drumroll please) New Jersey Net and Stanford center Brook Lopez! Monday, the broadcast comedy duo of Petersen and Hanneman made a big deal about how Love is leading the rookies in rebounding, but overall Lopez is tied with Love at 7.8 rebounds a game, and is also scoring nearly 10 points (47.1 FG%) and blocking 2 shots in around 28 minutes per contest. Considering how small the Wolves front line is, a 7 foot, 260 pound functional center along with Big Al would have given the club a solid front court to build from. Mayo's a scorer, but considering the real gems in the draft were considered to be Rose and/or Beasley, everyone else was a "wait and see" pick, even at number three.
Again, truth be told, I didn't think the lumbering Lopez would be a great pick at #3; Petersen actually blocked one of shots in his pre-draft visit here to Minny; that in my book was the kiss of death right there. I also didn't like the way he moved up and down the court. But I was clearly wrong, this guy--not Love, not Mayo--would have been the right choice to make stand alone at pick three, or in this case, trade down a few slots, pick up another draft choice or some cash, and get his services there. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
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