Big bucks deals and stories from the past
Man, do we churn it out here or what?
There’s been a lot of talk over the last couple of days – actually, it’s been a point of contention for most of the year for some of you – about who, or what, constitutes a “max-contract guy.”
Now, I’m here to tell you there a very, very, very, very few players who actually deserve those maximum contracts, I’d put Kobe, LeBron and Wade in that small group and probably Durant, too, but that’s really neither here nor there.
It’s perception that matters and if you’re going to have a “star” player, you’re going to have to pay him “star” money, regardless of what you really think. You hold your nose, right write the cheque and get on with life.
Is Chris Bosh worth 30 per cent of the annual salary cap, which is max value for him? Of course not. But it doesn’t matter. He’s going to get it and if you want to keep him, that’s the going rate.
Even Bryan alluded to this the other day:
“Contracts are not always justifiable in sports, they’re just not. But it’s a situation where Chris Bosh is considered a maximum contract player for multiple reasons and I would assume he’d be that if he stayed here.”
The whole thing of “worth” in any pro sports is rather nonsensical to me, as a matter of fact. Players in all sports get tagged, as the sage Jalen Rose once said, as dollar signs rather than the people and that’s not right.
So if Chris Bosh or Joe Johnson or Amar’e Stoudemire or anyone else goes out to market this summer and comes back with a contract worth untold millions and at the maximum allowable amount, I say good for them.
I just wish there were maximum-value contracts in my gig.
As I’m sitting there watching the Miami Heat score all of, what, 10 points in the second half quarter and look like one of the most confused offensive teams in the history of NBA basketball, one thought came to mind:
“What kind of knucklehead would pick ‘em to win a series?”
Oh, wait. That’d be me. And, apparently, Charles Barkley and I’m wondering when some big shot network’s going to come calling.
So, we took attendance and it seems you folks – a hearty few at least – do care.
Only because a few people asked, I’ll tell you we had about 690 folks around for the hour-long question and answer session yesterday afternoon and you sent in about 350 queries, about 70 of which were answered in the 60 minutes or so.
For the game? Well, it could have been better but it was the first night, a dog of a game and we had about 510 take part.
The Q and A numbers are about average for a regular season game, the in-game numbers are down, but it wasn’t unexpected.
But it’s enough to keep going, right?
We’ll be here for Charlotte-Orlando tonight at 7 and then let’s have ourselves a late night on Thursday with Lakers-Oklahoma City at 9:30 p.m. (I know I’m blowing off the Suns at 10 but they’ll have a Game 5 Monday and I can’t be sure there’ll be on in the Lakers-Thunder series).
I know this is old but I don’t think it got much ink up here and it probably should have.
Good on Sam Dalembert, I say, for winning a pretty prestigious award.
Story time, in the absence of, you know, news and stuff:
With the season over here and all the post-season hoopla and wrapup seemingly done, I’m trying to think back to other great, end-of-the-year stories from days gone by. Not necessarily the nuts and bolts of what went wrong but the moments that stick with you.
Two come to mind:
Last day of the first season.
I’m standing on the loading dock of the dome enjoying some fresh air and chatting with Oliver Miller’s mom.
He’s got a player option that summer on the last year of a deal that’s going to pay him about $3 million I believe (and that was pretty good chunk of change 15 years ago) and for sure he’s going to come back, right? Well, no. Mom says, and I’m recalling quotes here: “Oliver’s going to go out and get a new big deal” and I’m thinking, “um, ah, er, well, good luck to him.”
So that season ends, O’s a free agent, he can’t get a sniff of a new deal and comes back later that next year on a minimum salary deal and bounces around for the rest of his career.
Heckuva end to that season, no?
Day after the last day of the KO Year.
Season ends in Milwaukee and we’ve all got mid-morning flights to get back for the locker clean out and never-ending stream of interviews. But there’s this feeling (brought on by the fact KO’d been trying for two weeks to get either a buyout or an extension) that something might happen so the flight’s get changed to stupidly early and we drag our tired carcasses down to the arena.
And that’s when KO gives us the (and I’m paraphrasing again, here): “There are people in this organization who don’t want to win, all they care about is sniffing jocks and it’s management and they need to leave the basketball people alone.” Whoo! And boy!! Sure enough, he gets whacked the next day and another glorious season comes to an end.
I tell ya, this franchise has been far better story than a team in the decade and a half I’ve been around.
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