We could break down the pros and cons for both Chicago and Sacramento. We could talk about the opportunities the trade opens up for Nocioni. We could analyse whether Chicago really needs another swing-man in Salmons. We could do all that, but we’ll leave it to Buser. Instead, we’ll ask the real question.
See Figure 1, above: Can anyone seriously believe this man is a professional athlete?
“I’m deeply disappointed but everything in life happens for a reason and this is God’s plan for me,” said Redd.
Shocked at the cruelty of a God that would betray the hopes and dreams of the Milwaukee faithful during yet another cold, harsh winter in the basketball wilderness, The Sport Count spoke to the creator of man, the universe, and everything, and asked him what else he might have in store.
Bit harsh, the Redd thing.
What? And I’m going to let the Bucks make the final eight?
What’s your issue with the Bucks?
I like the Bulls this year. They’ve got chemistry issues, yeah, but I created those chemistry issues. I want Tyrus Thomas to be a spastic, confused force of nature, with ridiculous upside and a game that frustrates and teases. And what I want for, I shall create, and I shall receive. It’s not like the Chicago fans can complain, I gave them Michael Jordan. I forced the referees to swallow their whistles when he pushed off Bryon Russell. Like, yes, that was a foul, guys. I could see that shit from up here.
But you like the Bulls this year, that’s what you’re saying?
Sure. They’ll definitely be there come playoff time, because I’ll will them there. Forget David Stern getting handed ice cold envelopes, or Tim Donaghy fixing games; the only man who dictates whether a bucket sinks is me. That’s why I make my big men incapable of shooting free throws. I don’t want them to be too powerful.
Right, Shaquille and Dwight, sure. But Nowitzki and Yao don’t seem to have any problems from the charity stripe.
Okay, but one of them is German, so whatever, who cares, right?
I don’t have time to deal with some secular German, considering my schedule — I’ve spent literally all this week deciding on the outcome of the upcoming Super Bowl. I mean, I like Big Ben, he was a good effort by me. I created a good one there. But do I really want to reward the Steelers defense? I’m an offense loving guy. You want peace-loving defense shit, talk to my boy Jesus. Seriously, talk to him.
I’m thinking I’ll make it rain or some shit, totally sludge the ground up, take away the Steelers’ D-line speed advantage. It’ll be like Heinz field times ten. Totally gross, nothing but mud. And this is in Florida too, so people won’t see the torrential rain coming. They’ll definitely attribute it to me. I like that.
Makes the 3-1 Cardinals sound like a nice bet. You didn’t explain Yao.
Oh, Yao is Chinese. I can’t control him.
No?
No, the Chinese are great from the free-throw line. It’s all thanks to that benevolence of Buddha. He hates to see people miss. Is Buddha still running that joint? I don’t know. They’re secular now? What? Daoism? You’re kidding.
Who’s that in the background?
The ghost of Wilt Chamberlain.
Seriously?
Did I make you retarded? Shit no, it’s not Wilt Chamberlain. He’s probably busy catching clouds that have rebounded off each other, or making love for eternity or whatever. Focus, guy. I can’t spend all afternoon getting my talk on with a sports blogger. Any more Redd questions?
One more. What’re fantasy owners looking at for next year? Is he fourth round, eighth round? Is he even worth drafting?
In roto, I guess you could store him on your bench. But in a shallow head-to-head league, do you really want a guy who won’t be back in action until the game against the Warriors just before the All-Star break? I wouldn’t. You hardly need to worry about your draft choices anyway, considering I personally make every fantasy draft selection any human has ever made.
Today is Australia Day, the 26th of January. A day in which very white people roast in the sun, sinking cold cans of beer, screaming weird obscenities in the sizzling summer heat. A day in which public drunkenness is not just accepted, but encouraged. And, of course, a day in which we celebrate basketball in Australia. And by ‘we,’ I mean Australia’s two leading NBA sites — that’s the boldest claim you’ll read today! — The Sport Count and NBA Mate.
A quick time line of basketball in Australia, just to get you prepped:
1788 – 1992: No one knew or cared about basketball.
1992 – 1998: As Michael Jordan became an international sensation, Australia began to pay attention. Basketball exploded. It was celebrated and cherished: NBA Action was a weekly fixture on Channel Ten; every school erected a hoop; kids traded Fleers for Upper Decks; Alonzo Mourning, Penny Hardaway and Shaquille O’Neal were household names. Every kid dreamed of playing in the NBL, our flourishing national league.
1998 – Current: The greatest game on earth is a niche sport, followed by dedicated few, loved by a minimal faithful. The NBL is in dire straits, wrecked by poor administration, flagging attendance, and an alarming economic climate.
With basketball struggling in our nation, two sites come together to celebrate the Top 10 Australian Ballers: those great humans who’ve shaped the roundball game down under; those exceptional athletes who’ve done their best to draw attention away from the grotesque tedium of cricket, and the big hits of rugby league. Let’s go:
1. Andrew Bogut: Before Andrew Bogut came on the scene there were essentially two types of Aussies that made it to the NBA: 1) Really tall guys (Luc Longley, Mark Bradtke, Chris Anstey) who were good at being tall and 2) Great outside shooters (Shane Heal, Andrew Gaze) who were good at shooting threes. Read more about Andrew Bogut at NBA Mate.
A real basketball legend. Also pictured: Michael Jordan.
2. Luc Longley: 7′2″, 292lbs.
NBA Averages: 7.2 points, 4.9 rebounds, 1.0 block (1991-’92 to 2001-’01).
NBL Averages: 1.0 point, 1.5 rebounds, 0.5 assists (in two games with the Perth Wildcats, 1986).
After an impressive college career at New Mexico (he averaged 19.1 points, 9.2 rebounds and 3.6 assists in his senior year), Longley was taken by the Timberwolves with the 7th pick in the 1991 draft (ahead of All-Stars Terrell Brandon, Dale Davis and Chris Gatling. Yes, we’re surprised Chris Gatling made an All-Star squad too).
As David Stern read the Timberwolves’ pick, Australia went wild: confetti filled the streets of Melbourne and Sydney; fireworks hailed down from the Harbour Bridge; a national holiday was instituted on the date of the draft; basketball-caressing children danced; ball-loving women wept openly in the streets.
That may be a little hyperbolic. But it was an incredible day for Australian basketball.
And — in a divine synchronicity — Longley’s ridiculously successful career with the Bulls coincided with the semi-inexplicable Australian basketball boom of the mid-90s (to give an indication, literally every child in primary school at the time collected basketball cards, even if they’d never seen a game), offering Australian hoop heads the chance to follow one of their countrymen on a championship team.
Signature Move: Winning rings. Sure, Luc possessed a couple of surprisingly silky low-post moves, and he hit the boards with the effort required to consistently tease playing time from a taskmaster like Phil Jackson… but his real skill? Bringing ‘championship heart’ to the otherwise lazy and uninspired Bulls, firing his cohorts up to the tune of three consecutive Chicago titles from 1996 to 1998. (Admittedly, the fact Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen were on these teams may have helped the championship efforts. But it was mainly Luc’s championship heart).
What’s He Famous For? Being the first Australian to play in the National Basketball Association. And being the most talented baller ever with the first name ‘Lucien.’
Would He Beat Russell Crowe In A Fight? A famouslyeasy-going fella — he’s described as a ‘free spirit’ on the famously accurate Wikipedia — it’s unlikely. Unless the three championship rings on his right hand somehow act as an effective set of brass knuckles.
3. Andrew Gaze: Andrew Gaze is the greatest basketballer in the history of Australia’s National Basketball League, and will be for all eternity… to put it simply, Andrew Gaze is the Michael Jordan of the NBL. Read more about Andrew Gaze at NBA Mate.
Shane Heal: shoeless on the sideline, and yet still within range.
4. Shane Heal: 6′0″, 180lbs.
NBA Averages: 2.0 points, 0.8 assists, 0.5 threes (1996-’97 with the Timberwolves, 2003-’04 with the Spurs).
A top-flight local performer, the undersized Heal never gained a foothold in the NBA. Picked up by the international scouting gurus of Minnesota in the autumn of 1996, the three-point specialist faced extremely limited minutes. His best Association effort was against the Sonics in November of ‘96, when he came off the bench to drain 5 treys in 13 minutes.
Heals’ lack of stateside success was unfortunate for him, but a real boon for fans of the NBL. The Sport Count team can vividly recall the giddy excitement when we learned Shane would be moving from the Brisbane Bullets to our hometown team, the Sydney Kings, in 1996. He blew the roof off the Sydney Entertainment Centre that year, averaging 23.4 points and 5.5 dimes (and, much to our youthful delight, signing autographs after the match near the merchandise stand).
Signature Move: Draining long-range bombs from ridiculous depths. Heal is one of those rare ballers who can completely disregard the position of the three-point line, jacking up shots from 30-feet out without hesitation. His distinctive release — with the ball cocked far behind his head, like Carlos Boozer shooting from Gilbert Arenas range — was a marvel to watch.
The following clip includes brief footage of his bombing ability… and his distinctive humour, as the Australia media bores the public by getting uppity after Heal hilariously refers to his team as ‘very white’:
What’s He Famous For? It may well be his bust-up with Charles Barkley during a warm-up match at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. After the Round Mound Of Rebound smacked Heal, the pocket-sized Australian launched himself toward’s Barkley’s enormous chest, screaming at him. After the match, Barkley referred to Shane as ‘a talkative little fellow.’
The feisty Heal also had a minor run-in with Vince Carter at the 2000 Olympics:
From left: Shane Heal, Andrew Gaze, Vince Carter, Luc Longley, Mark Bradtke.
Would He Beat Russell Crowe In A Fight? We might be surprised. Heal has a killer instinct. He could accurately peg a basketball at Crowe’s face from more than 100 metres away.
5. Chris Anstey: Anstey enjoyed reasonable success coming off the Mavericks bench, and actually started in 8 games. One of those starts turned into Anstey’s greatest NBA game — a 26 points, 8-rebound domination of the Boston Celtics. Read more about Chris Anstey at NBA Mate.
Bradtke (right) was unstoppable when it came to breaking up a fight.
6. Mark Bradtke: 6′10″, 265lbs.
NBA Averages: 1.6 points and 1.9 rebounds (in 36 games with the Philadelphia 76ers, 1996-’97).
Bradtke was an absolute beast in the low post, with surprisingly quick footwork, and the upper body strength of a wombat (quick nature fact: wombats are grotesquely and disconcertingly muscular). In his lengthy Australian career, he took home four championship rings (two beside Andrew Gaze on the Melbourne Tigers), and represented his country in an incredible four Olympics (1988, 1992, 1996 and 2000).
His NBA career wasn’t as impressive, playing in short spurts. He was never quite big enough to dominate the competition like he could in his homeland. His best game came against the Charlotte Hornets on the 15th of March 1996: 8 points (on 57% shooting) and 10 boards in 23 minutes.
Signature Move: Rebounding, and scoring in the low-post.We’re not talking about a flashy man here.
What’s He Famous For? He’s the benchmark by which Australian centres are judged.
Would He Beat Russell Crowe In A Fight? By virtue of sheer physical size, probably. Though Crowe is an angry man, seething with inner turmoil, whereas Mark Bradtke just seems like a really good guy, so maybe not.
7. Lanard Copeland:Between the years of 1992 and 1999, approximately 82% of every dunk or alley-oop performed in the NBL was actually performed by Lanard Copeland. He was the guy that brought the essence of the NBA — crazy athleticism, soaring dunks, and black men — to Australia’s National Basketball League. Read more about Lanard Copeland at NBA Mate.
Not Stephen Jackson. But it came up when I did a Google Image Search for 'Stephen Jackson NBL,' so I figure my work is done.
8. Stephen Jackson: 6′8″, 220lbs.
NBA Averages: 15.2 points, 3.8 rebounds, 3.0 assists.
NBL Averages: 6.0 points, 0.5 boards, 1.0 assists (in four games with the Sydney Kings, 1998).
Most basketball fans aren’t aware that Captain Jack has toiled in Australia; indeed, he shared a court with Shane Heal in 1998. A second-round Suns draft pick who was waived before he played a game, Jackson had done time with the La Crosse Bobcats of the Continental Basketball Association, before hopping a flight over the Atlantic to spend some time as a Sydney King.
His NBL career was, well, not especially remarkable. His ability to dominate offensively hadn’t yet developed, and the Sydney squad seemed confused about how to use him. He played just four games by the harbour, averaging 6.0 points, 0.5 boards and 1.0 assist.
It’s unclear how many strip joints he visited in Kings Cross, Sydney’s red light district, though one assumes his agent took him on at least two or three trips. Thankfully, Australia has extremely restrictive firearm laws.
Signature Move: Apart from popping off near breast-based bars, Jackson is best known for his fiery intensity, inspirational leadership abilities, and — this year at least — his appalling shot selections(.397% from the field? You’ve ruined a lot of fantasy teams, Jackson!).
What’s He Famous For? Unfortunately, it’s the shooting thing. It should be noted that someone ran him over before he let loose with a pistol, but the fact he brought a pistol to a strip club is certainly representative of poor decision-making. He also sports one of the most ridiculous tattoos the NBA has ever seen: two praying hands holding a gun.
Would He Beat Russell Crowe In A Fight? Absolutely. It would play out a little something like this:
A great guy, a great baller.
9. Ricky Grace: 6′1″, 180lbs.
NBA Averages: 1.3 points, 0.3 rebounds, 0.3 assists (in three games with the Hawks, 1993-’94).
NBL Averages: 18.2 points, 7.2 assists, 1.5 steals (with the Perth Wildcats from 1990-2005).
Ricky ‘Amazing’ Grace was a serious baller, a fluid, spritely point man with deadly passing instincts and the ability to break nearly any defender down off the dribble. Unfortunately, his abilities didn’t translate to the NBA. Though his ability to penetrate was obvious in a pre-season game with the Hawks:
In Australia, Grace was an icon of the National Basketball League, remaining with his Perth club for fifteen years, taking home four champions, and a Finals MVP gong in 1993. As a newly-naturalised citizen, Grace represented Australia at the 2000 Olympics.
Signature Move: Those quick cuts to the basket, and his ability to stop on a dime and squeeze off a bullet pass to an open teammate.
What’s He Famous For? Apart from his sublime abilities with the rock, Grace is also a top-notch human; he is currently the director of Role Models WA, a non-profit organisation that provides developmental and sporting support to disadvantaged Aboriginal communities in Western Australia.
Would He Beat Russell Crowe In A Fight? No. But he could run away very quickly.
10. Luke Schenscher: Luke can be safe in the knowledge that no other NBA player with as little as 31 career games has a website named after him. Schenschational. Read more about Luke Schenscher at NBA Mate.
As real Obama freaks, The Sport Count team have been in Chicago all week. But we figured it was worth a trip out to Cleveland to see the The President’s Own Team in action. Here are some brief notes from the game:
Look at this photo while blasting Coolio. It works.
- Turns out cornrows are back, if they ever left at all. Both Delonte West and Thabo Sefolosha have them; both look like extras from Dangerous Minds. Then there’s Drew Gooden’s Pirates Of The Caribbean effort. He’s calling it ‘The Johnny’ for reasons I’m too physically disgusted to discuss.
- In other follicular news, Mike Brown clearly worked on a tight little goatee in the off-season. It’s my second favourite off-season beard change, just after — who else? — Big Poppa Popovich.
- Derrick Rose can get to the hoop. Quickly. It’s preternatural, all instinct, like the five defenders he’s just beaten aren’t there. And he doesn’t need tricks to do it either; no killer crossover, or pre-drive pump fake, nor Tony Parker-esque circus shots. Like Monta Ellis and Chris Paul, he just sees the ring, attaches the ball to an invisible string, and takes a couple of easy steps forward. Rose ends the night with 20 points and seven assists.
- It remains difficult to believe that Anderson Varejao is good at basketball; he looks too ridiculous, like a 1970s soccer star, or a flip flop-sporting exchange student visiting Southern California. Or Pablo Escobar’s second-best bodyguard. n some ways, I guess he isn’t particularly good at basketball. His shot-taking instincts remain fairly comical, and his passing game is non-existent at best, grotesque at worst. But the energy and intensity is palpable, and the Cavaliers look much stronger with him out there.
Ben Wallace: only scores points by accident.
- It’s been written, said or sung so very many times before, but if Ben Wallace wasn’t on such a brutally fat contract, would he seriously be getting more than 10 minutes a game? Yes, okay, he can still put on the occasional rebounding clinic — he grabs 14 boards tonight, including a memorable series in which Busted Ben rises above every single Bull to bring down two consecutive offensive boards.
But it kills your team when you give a big man 28 minutes and he rewards you with zero points on 0-2 shooting. In fact, he’s averaging 2.0 points for the season. In other words, the Cavaliers are playing four-on-five on offense (and three-on-five when Wally Szczerbiak isn’t firing). Unacceptable. It has to end.
- In the second quarter, we see Ben Gordon fire a pinpoint pass straight to no one. Just one of many manifestations of a Bulls team that remains confused and disorganised. (Gordon, however, was one of the bright spots for Chicago tonight, putting up 31 points on 11-19. Cue fantasy owners figuring Ben is back in form, only to be rewarded by 6 points at 16% in his next game).
- Have the Bulls given up on Joakim Noah? He’s played just 23 minutes total in the past three games, and his efforts haven’t exactly made the case for more — he’s had four points and four caroms in that time. Ugly. You figure he could still be sold high, considering his length, and rawness (general managers love rawness — it means they can talk about ‘development’ a lot), and his fairly recent glory days in Florida. Time to hit the phones, John Paxson. Try the Bobcats. They’re in need of power forward who isn’t 18% pie, and Michael Jordan is easily fleeced.
- After his sub-par last season, and a terrible one point (on 0-8 shooting) effort against the Magic two nights ago, Luol Deng (18 points, seven boards) seems to have semi-remembered how basketball works. Key facts he has been reminded of: put the ball in the hoop, pass to players dressed in the same colour as you, don’t just stand there when a loose ball is nearby.
- LeBron James has developed a low-post game. Jesus christ. He’s still getting better!
- End score: 107-93. It briefly seemed like the Bulls might make a game of it… and then LeBron came in, sank a lay-up (plus one), tipped in a miss, and hit a jumper. He finished with 41.
‘That’s me,’ Bron Bron told the media. ‘When it’s time for me to go out and close a game, that’s what I’m capable of doing.’ He’s a self-aware guy.
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Before we launched this website, The Sport Count team wrote an obscure ‘zine (as they were called in the mid-90s) entitled The Ball News. Edited and published in a dank basement, the publication was filled with stunning analysis, lengthy thinkpieces, and Shawn Kemp dunk photos we’d ripped out of Sports Illustrated back issues.
Now, more than 15 years after we started The Ball News, we’ve decided to stroll down memory lane, taking a look at some of the keen observations and on point predictions we made in the mid-90s:
Notes From 1994-1995:
Stick to baseball, buddy.
- With two simple words — ‘I’m back’ — Michael Jordan fulfilled the wishes of a desperate basketball public, returning to the Bulls. Many, however, can’t shake the feeling the 31-year old legend has lost it. He’s shooting 40% for the season so far, and it’s difficult to imagine he’ll ever average 30 points again, let alone lead Chicago back to the promised land. Perhaps he should have stayed in the outfield, after all.
- 23-year old sophomore Isaiah Rider looks to be the kind of dependable franchise player you build around. His precocious maturity and modest lifestyle — famously modelled on the financially astute MC Hammer — ensure he’ll act as a rock for this Minnesota team. Ten years down the track, Rider will be a true veteran presence, offering insight and wisdom to the younger guys.
Bradley: Can only get better.
- After a rough rookie season filled with injuries, the Shawn Bradley gamble looks to have paid off. Sure, he still has some strength issues, but his defensive footwork in the low-post is stunning. Let’s just say we don’t expect to see Bradley posterised any time soon!
Also, are we the only ones who think Shawn looks like forgotten 80s star Anthony Michael Hall? Incidentally, we hope the rumours of Hall being attached to the upcoming Batman Forever are true. That movie is going to rule.
- Rookie phenom Grant Hill looks healthy and robust, especially his groin area. Indeed, the nagging injuries concerns that followed him into the league have been quickly forgotten. If we were the general manager of, say, Orlando, we’d feel totally comfortable and confident offering Hill a 6-year contract for max money, knowing we’ll get a good 82 games from him each year. Hill is to basketball what Jeff Buckley is to music: a sensational newcomer, guaranteed long-term success.
- Jesus, our basketball cards just keep going up in value. Safe as gold, these Ultra Fleer.
Notes From 1995-1996:
Forget basketball: will these two ever kiss?
- Michael Jordan has surprised many by playing as hot as Gillian Anderson, but the real story remains the Magic Johnson comeback. Sure, Earvin has packed it on, adding 40 odd pounds to his original playing weight, but he figures to be an unstoppable force down low. And with Magic drawing double teams in the low post, we’re set for a big campaign from bald-headed sharpshooter Anthony Peeler, a man many believe has MVP-level upside.
- Health freak Kemp yet again looks the goods, averaging 20 points and 11 boards at the All-Star break. See? Pays to be in a monogamous relationship.
- These Vancouver Grizzlies look good. Looks like the NBA has finally found a stable franchise up north. As for their prize rookie Bryant Reeves? Well, we figure he’s young. He’ll grow into his face soon enough, and Vancouver will soon be treated to the ‘Nash Bridges of the north.’
Notes From 1996-1997:
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- The Lakers have mortgaged their title chances by inexplicably trading proven veteran Vlade Divac to Charlotte in exchange for an unheralded high school prospect from Philadelphia.
- Dennis Rodman has been suspended for 11 games, after kicking a cameraman. This moment of brutal violence and crazed bloodlust represents a new low in professional basketball history; only an all-in brawl featuring players beating up fans, and fans retaliating by throwing chairs and screaming horrific obscenities, could be worse. Unlikely that’ll happen.
- Critics of electrifying rookie Allen Iverson say he’s a thug and a criminal, a ghetto freak hellbent on bringing ‘hip-hop’ to the famously moral National Basketball Association. Frankly, we’re baffled by the attention he’s receiving; with the recent death of Tupac, hip-hop is totally dead, and the ‘tattoo craze’ Iverson has popularised seems unlikely to catch on.
It'd have to be killing Iverson how few teams want him. 6 hours ago
@docktora Roy Hibbert is a surething for a massive breakout, right? He'll get starts, stacks of minutes, and he can score, board AND block. 18 hours ago
@Daniel_Artest You still hitting New Zealand soon? You should write up some diaries of your trip. Start a blog. Or write for us? 18 hours ago
If the Raps can pick up Jarrett, that's a great Calderon back-up. Doesn't make up for the terrible Hedo signing though. 18 hours ago
@docktora best case scenario is just sub-Ariza without the steals. He'll be a perpetual 8th man, classic energy guy. 1 day ago