Chris Paul, Dan Gilbert, David Stern, Dell Demps, Los Angeles Lakers, NBA, New Orleans Hornets

Obey Your Master

It’s official, NBA commissioner (czar, dictator, whatever you feel most comfortable with) is drunk with power to the point his ego is running the NBA. And to clarify, I literally mean David Stern’s ego in running the NBA now, now David Stern himself.
How did we reach a point where an American professional sports league is ran by a man who believes he is so powerful he can control everything? Can anyone stop him? He reminds us of any run of the mill movie villain, who has the crazy eyes and drives the car 180 miles towards the cliff, demanding, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it! And I’ll do it because I can.”
Stern was willing to set his own league afire this past summer and fall. In fact, he poured the gas and held the matches. He even lit a couple and waved them near the rubble that had become the Collective Bargaining Agreement (CBA) negotiations.
He did this despite knowing how that worked out for the NHL several years ago. He did this despite the fact that the country is still in a recession and was just pissed off enough from the NFL lockout (one that did not miss any games but was still irritating) that everyone thought it was stupid. He did this in spite of a growing and shared belief that the NBA has been overpaying players for years.
The rationale for the lockout was not much better. “Hey, we know our teams can’t manage money very well and often give out 6-year, $60 million to the likes of Eddy Curry, but help us out of this jam.”
That’s like buying a mansion, not making the payments for a couple years and then right before foreclosure, asking your 70-year-old parents for money.
Ironically, this isn’t even about the NBA lockout and how Stern has lost his foothold with league owners who are no longer scared of him. It’s about how Stern is perhaps scared of them.
How else does one explain the blatant collusion involved with blocking New Orleans’ trade of Chris Paul to the Los Angeles Lakers last week? By all accounts, Hornets general manager Dell Demps had been given full authority to execute a trade. Teams had contacted the league to check if deals for Paul would be blocked. Everyone did their due diligence. And so they proceeded in putting together a trade that took many days and man hours to pull off.
It didn’t take long for Stern to squash it. Coincidentally, everybody’s favorite moronic owner, Cleveland Cavaliers whiner Dan Gilbert, wrote an e-mail to Stern demanding that he stop the trade. The e-mail was leaked to the media shortly after the NBA blocked the trade.
The league may own the Hornets because basketball can’t survive in New Orleans, but they did themselves a huge disservice. Demps nearly resigned, reportedly. He was undermined in this whole thing and now his authority has been undercut, his team micromanaged by Stern.
As has been pointed out before, there’s no way Chris Paul is resigning with the Hornets when his contract expires at the end of the season. They will get nothing for him if he stays. By all accounts, most around the league felt the Hornets had won the purposed trade with the Lakers and Rockets.
But not Stern apparently.
All this on the heels of his posturing during the lockout, demanding the players had chosen a “nuclear winter.” And on the heels of reports that Stern belittled stars like Dwayne Wade and Paul Pierce during the negotiation sessions.
And let us not forget Stern’s changing the rules as we go style of leadership, the dress code, the headband rule (where you can’t wear your headband any way but right side up, logo facing forward).
I enjoy the dress code and the professionalism, as do others. But that’s not the point. Stern’s ego is driving the bus now. He doesn’t oversee a league and try to ensure balance, he enforces what he believes is fair and right and just. Too much hip-hop flavor? Dress code! Too many guys showing creativity in wearing arm bands or headbands, let’s get a rule out on that. Memo-style, double-spaced.
The league berated the players during the lockout with a hard line agenda that meant to imply they would not become Major League Baseball, where a few teams spend tons of money and have dominating rosters while two-thirds of the league meanders through the season in mediocrity ever year.
There’s just one problem: the NBA has always been that way, whether they pretend to want parity or think they once had it. From the period of 1980-2005, only seven teams even won NBA championships. And that list grows to only nine when you expand from 1980-2011. Thirty-one years, just nine different franchises have won championships. That’s quite a bit less than Major League Baseball during the same period.
The small market owners are trying to fight the power and demand they should compete with the big markets. They actually believe superstars want to play in Milwaukee and Cleveland and Indianapolis. Forget the lack of state income taxes in places like Florida, factors like weather and big cities like New York and Chicago. Who wants to play in a state that has beaches and sunshine 300 days a year when you can play in a gray, dreary place?
You can’t control free agency, David. You can’t control players like LeBron James and Dwayne Wade taking less to play together. If Chris Paul really wants to play in L.A. or New York, he might take $10 million less to do it.
You can be mad that the Heat’s trio (James, Wade and Bosh) chose to all play together instead of fight against each other. You can be mad the Celtics pulled off trades and signings that netted them Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen (along with Rajon Rondo) four years ago. You can be mad that the Lakers are always a draw to superstars who love the media, Hollywood, sunshine and being a star in a town of stars.
You can be mad. You can hope to change it.
But you can stop none of it.
That is, unless your name is David Stern and you believe yourself to be the Gatekeeper and the Keymaster. Are we gonna have to zap him like the Stay-Puft marshmallow man one of these days?
His ego has overtaken his once strong and level-headed mind. Stern is no longer the same man that brought the NBA out of tape-delay and made it global. He’s an egomaniac who thinks everyone is a puppet whose strings he can pull.
It’s time to step away, David.
And if you won’t, then somebody needs to cut the strings.
With you.
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Amare Stoudamire, Carmelo Anthony, Charles Barkley, Chicago Bulls, Chris Paul, Kevin Garnett, Kobe Bryant, LeBron James, Miami Heat, Michael Jordan, NBA, New York Knicks, Ray Allen

We’re Not So Different, After All

Roughly 20 years ago, the NBA revolved around just a handful of teams: The Boston Celtics, the Chicago Bulls, the Detroit Pistons, the Los Angeles Lakers and occasionally, the Houston Rockets, Utah Jazz and the Portland Trailblazers.
These teams featured rosters filled with two or three All-Stars and future Hall of Famers.
And no one had a problem with it.
In fact, it’s revered as the Golden Age of the NBA.
So why is it any different now? Why are we so bitter about superstars teaming up? Is it because we forgot the past?
That trend of stars playing with stars began again in earnest nearly four years ago, when the Boston Celtics acquired Ray Allen and Kevin Garnett in the summer of 2007 to team with Paul Pierce. It continued with LeBron James and Chris Bosh signing with the Miami Heat last summer.
Then, there was the now infamous toast at Carmelo Anthony’s wedding last summer – you know, the one where Chris Paul, Amare Stoudamire and Anthony toasted to playing together in New York for the Knicks.
The latest is the trade of Anthony to the Knicks from the Denver Nuggets, after Anthony basically told Denver to trade him because they would face long odds of resigning him. The Nuggets, for their part, were terrified of being LeBron’d – since James left the Cleveland Cavaliers during free agency, they didn’t get anything back. (Sorry, I don’t acknowledge the ridiculous compensation pick they were awarded by the league as compensation for losing James.)
In a way, Anthony did the Nuggets a favor. Instead of just signing with the Knicks this summer (well, presumably, since there’s a pesky little collective bargaining issue looming), Anthony gave the Nuggets ample opportunity to trade him and get value in return. And they did – four of the Knicks starters, three draft picks and $3 million.
It’s honorable of us as fans to long for a mystical time when professional athletes sought their own path.
It’s human nature for us to say that we wouldn’t go about it like LeBron did, televising “The Decision” and ripping the hearts out of Cavs fans.
And we can speculate freely that we would want to win a title “on our own” without help because we’re really not in that position.
What’s comical is former NBA stars pretending history isn’t repeating itself. Last summer, it seemed like everyone on the 90s All-Stars had a quote about it. His Airness, Michael Jordan, said he’d never do what LeBron did. Same for Charles Barkley.
Funny, as I recall, Jordan played with Scottie Pippen – and only won titles with Scottie Pippen. LeBron didn’t have anyone who could even resemble Scottie Pippen’s skill set in seven years in Cleveland.
Funny, as I recall, Barkley forced his way out of Philadelphia to Phoenix, where he played with Kevin Johnson and Dan Majerle to have a better chance at a championship. Then, in the later stages of his career, The Round Mound of Rebound played with Clyde Drexler, Pippen and Hakeem Olajuwon in Houston, trying to get a ring.
Um, fellas…I don’t see the difference between you, James, Bosh and Anthony in that regard.
What’s different about how the Celtics came together with Allen and Garnett joining Pierce, versus James and Bosh joining Dwayne Wade in Miami? Their age? 
Maybe we just felt bad for Garnett for wasting his prime toiling away in Minnesota. Ray Allen is Jesus Shuttlesworth, a pure shooter, and seemingly a nice guy, so we gave them a pass.

But what’s different about it, really? Bosh certainly isn’t Garnett’s talent, but he toiled away in Toronto for seven years. James saved Cleveland basketball for seven years, took them to the Finals and won MVPs with the likes of Boobie Gibson as a running mate. 

How can we hate a guy like James, who spent seven years making his teammates better, because he basically wanted better teammates? Why does he have to make them so much better, year after year? Why not go play with better teammates and focus on other aspects of the game?
Perhaps the focus of our rage is or should have been on the character they showed in the process. Which, as I have written before, I completely agree with.
You can handle yourself better, LBJ.
You too, Melo.
You can show respect for the fans that turned out in droves, bought your jersey and were witnesses.
That aside, we’re all hypocrites.
Can any of you honestly say, with a straight face, you wouldn’t want to work with your friends? That you wouldn’t want to work in Miami, New York or Los Angeles?
That’s what this all comes down to. Do professional athletes get paid more than you do in your 9-5? Is the job more fun than TPS reports and Excel spreadsheets? More attention and glamor in the NBA than in Human Resources or Finance?
Undoubtedly, yes to all those questions.
I would work with five or six of my closest friends in a heartbeat if the situation presented itself, period. Add in that we have some of the best skill sets for our respective positions, it increases our chance of success.
And if someone told me we could do that in Florida or California instead of Cleveland, Minneapolis or Indianapolis, I wouldn’t even hesitate.
We forget that these people are human.
That doesn’t mean you have to agree or sympathize – or like it.
But tell me you can see the reasons why.
Let’s look at it this way: Since 1984, only seven different teams have won an NBA championship (Boston Celtics, L.A. Lakers, Detroit Pistons, Chicago Bulls, Houston Rockets, San Antonio Spurs, Miami Heat). Of those, only the 2004 Pistons didn’t have a superstar – just a bunch of really good players with different skill sets that complimented each other.
Many of those teams featured multiple All-Stars or superstars.
Combine that with how fans and media increasingly weight championships and multiple championships into an athlete’s legacy, guys know they have to team up with someone to win a title. It’s either that, or pushing management to get better talent around them.
Jordan did it.
Barkley did it.
Kobe Bryant tried to get traded just three years ago because of it. The Lakers promptly brought in Pau Gasol and have been to the NBA Finals three years running, winning the last two titles.
As fans, we say we want athletes to do it alone, but when have we ever willingly done it ourselves?
If you play open gym, pick-up basketball or a Y-League, do you pick the four worst guys or the four best?
If you coach a Little League team, do you take the best player and then surround him with lesser players intentionally, just to see if he can carry you, because that’s all you need?
If you work on a project team, do you want team members that have made mistakes and are apathetic about their jobs, or do you want someone in each position – all the way down to who answers the phones – who’s done it before, won awards and is recognized as one of the best?
How about if you were in a legal dispute? Do you want one good lawyer, or would you prefer a team of them?
It’s obvious we’re asking professional athletes to make decisions in the exact opposite manner we would.
Now, would I televise my decision to join a project finance team? Probably not. Nor would I say that I was taking my talents to Company X.
It may be that what we’re really frustrated about is the ego, the fame, the glory and the poor manner in which these athletes conduct themselves. They have so much that we want, that we believe we would do anything for – the talent or the opportunity, that we can’t believe they act this way. We’re allowed and entitled to be disgusted by it, to despise them for it in some ways.
Let’s just not be hypocrites, too.
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