A flawed Hall process and what's good and bad about the weekend
Okay, this whole weekend is going to be pretty much HOTH-free, if that’s okay.
They’ve all headed for the hills, there’s nothing really percolating trade-wise, I’m told so we’ll focus on the stuff that’s going on out here, okay?
(Well, actually, it has to be okay; you don’t get to say. And I have no idea about time each day, this time-zone thing always screws me up)
What do the kids call it these days?
If you believe the reports out there a couple of places (and this New York Times piece is one of them) the anonymous people who decide who gets to be in the Hall of Fame have somehow, incredibly, shunned Reggie Miller as a finalist for induction on his first chance.
Now, there are serious issues with the Hall of Fame and its selection process that we’ve been trying to get changed for a while and they truly diminish what the hall does.
No one knows who’s on the committee that determines finalists; no one knows who’s on the committee that does the final voting or what those final vote totals are and unless there’s some kind of transparent policy, the Hall loses some of its luster.
Now, Reggie Miller, I think we can all agree, should be a Hall of Famer and I presume eventually he will. But the issue with the selection process are so great, and so significant, that the place that should celebrate the true greats of the game, becomes a bit of a running joke for its process of enshrinement.
Too bad, really. Too, too bad and unless the folks who run the show over there – and as you read in the Times piece Jerry Colangelo said a year ago he’d get the thing fixed up but hasn’t yet – smarten up, it’s going to be hard to take the process seriously.
I’m a pretty good guy, right? Easy going, polite, say hi to people who say hello, don’t really demand much, take things as they come.
Why, then, are the Travel Gods treating me like the most despicable man in the world and screwing with me every single time I go somewhere lately.
Air Canada got me again Thursday – that’s twice in two freaking days – when the noon flight out here was delayed until 2 p.m. for no state reason. Really. All of a sudden the board at Pearson changed from a 12:10 p.m. departure to 14:00 departure and I never actually heard why and then there are terribly strong headwinds that made it six hours, 15 minutes gate-to-gate instead of the usual five hours or so.
Of course, that gets us to L.A. just after 5 p.m. and the drive downtown from LAX was about an hour of stop and go and I was so, so, so, so happy my friend Stella was in the lounge you can’t believe it.
I’m almost afraid to go to the airport Monday to see what shenanigans await.
Sometimes the best laid plans don’t quite work out.
The lobby of our hotel here is adorned by murals of NBA players that cover the walls with the LA11 logo on them to celebrate the all-stars.
I’m guessing whoever ordered them up had more than he or she should had in the Western Conference coaches or voters.
It’s nice to see the one of Tony Parker; it’d be nicer if, you know, he was here.
So who’s here from the Raptors? Well, we know about DeRozan, who’ll have his big Sophomore-Rookie Waste Of Time Game tonight and the dunk contest tomorrow and Amir’s here to be DeMar’s helper on Saturday.
Oh, and The Chicken!
Yep, bringing his/her/its delightful brand of fun and frivolity to the world, he/she/it will do stuff at the Jam Session, some of the D League stuff I think and wherever they ask.
Just thought you might like to know.
There are a handful of things this weekend that we all have to take in and some people have asked what’s the best.
So, to answer them – and to give me another item to fill this out and perhaps stir some conversation – here’s how I’d rank them:
It usually follows a typical script with a lot of goofing off for three quarters before it gets serious and when it does, it can be really good. I remember the one in Washington being very good a few years ago (I think Iverson dominated the end) and I’m hoping this one’s as good.
I love watching great shooters shoot and if you get a tight final, it can be quite dramatic.
Yes, it’s Pass, Punt and Kick for pro basketballers but it does combine different skills and is fun to watch.
Not much creativity any more, I got the feeling it was pre-ordained the last couple of years and it lost its allure for me the year they spun a wheel to pick out dunks to do and a lot of the guys simply didn’t have the athletic ability to do.
Believe me, if I never, ever see Bill Laimbeer out on the court in a tight jersey shooting with a current NBAer and someone from the WNBA again, I'll be quite happy.
Yawn. Double yawn. All the fun of the real game except by guys not as good who play with even less enthusiasm. If not for the presence of DeRozan I’d be off somewhere else tonight for sure.
Okay, I have no idea when the mail’s going to get done, now that I think of it. I figure we’ll have the usual stuff here tomorrow morning, Sunday morning off the Saturday night events and Monday off the end of the weekend so it might be Tuesday or it might just show up as an added bonus some day.
But I do know I need more questions and I put on you to fill up the file.
I’m sitting with a couple of NBA big whigs (well, not the biggest of big but pretty darn close) and the subject of all-star weekend comes up.
We’re talking about different cities it’s been in lately – unanimous disapproval of Las Vegas, Dallas sucked because of the snow and was rescued by the stadium, New Orleans was emotional – and someone says, ‘hey, how about Toronto?’
I gasp because it’s an awful lot of work for the home writer and the general consensus is too cold, the arena back of house is too small, the convention centre’s booked at the same time the next two years and I don’t know if it’ll ever come.
Oh yeah, if the dude who was sitting in 16B on the flight from Toronto to Los Angeles yesterday is reading this:
The next time you remove both your shoes – AND SOCKS – in a crowded airplane for a six-hour flight, I would hope the people sitting next to you and breathing in the fumes will let you know it’s not a very bright thing to do.
I was too tired. Or polite. Or something.
Hey, did Carmelo get traded in the few hours I slept?