When I last wrote a column, it was September after the Red Sox had more or less been eliminated from contention (although they somehow managed to string me along for the rest of the month, not getting officially knocked out until the last week of the season). For whatever reason, I stopped writing here. Maybe it was because I was busy (the number one reason, actually). Maybe it was because I didn't know what to write. Maybe it was because I couldn't take my eyes off Tom Brady's ridiculus Euro-flo. Maybe it was because I tried to start an ill-fated podcast (which is a work in progess. I'm not giving up on that dream just yet). And really, it's a shame I couldn't focus on this more. I missed the chance to write about a 14-2 Patriots season that ended in a first round flameout, a great Celtics run (as well as one of the best NBA seasons in history), the Red Sox landing Adrian Gonzalez and Carl Crawford, John Lackey, Big Baby and Bobby Jenks fat jokes, etc. Not exactly a good time to stop writing about this stuff.
About a month ago I promised myself I would come back if the Miami Heat made it to the Finals. That would be the only thing that could bring me out of retirement. But even as the Heat and Mavs prepared to duke it out, I wasn't certain that I would even bother to post anything about it.
Then this series happened. Everything changed.
I've had a full day to process what I just witness happen in Game 6, with the Mavericks defeating the Heat to clinch their first title in franchise history. Trust me, I needed all the time I could get. This series was trancendant, an insta-classic that will be replayed over and over again for years to come. And the drama was off the charts. All I know is this: this series will be remembered for the impact it had on not just the history of the league, but possibly the future as well.
Let's start with the big winner here. Dirk Nowitzki has done it. Finally, the odessy has come to a close. After hoisting a championship trophy for the first time in his career, Dirk's managed to make a case for his inclusion in any list of top 20 players ever. Not only that, but a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. That's a fact. Anyone who saw him go into the locker room immediately after the final buzzer sounded, moments away from tears could tell you that. Just the expression on his face as he got his chance to lay those massive German hands on the Larry O'Brien trophy told everything anyone needed to know.
That's not to mention that Dirk has officially gone from "soft European player who can't win the big one" to "best European player ever and cold blooded killer with unguardable crunch time offense" in the span of one postseason. Dirk vanquished his demons by unleashing on of the most incredible playoff performances in recent memory, with a dizzying array of post up fade-aways and high post, one legged, off-balance step back jumpers that nobody (not LaMarcus Aldridge, not Pau Gasol, not Serge Ibaka, and not Chris Bosh) could stop. Even though he only eclipsed 30 points once in the Finals, he hit a game winner in Game 2, and played with a fever of 101 in Game 4 (Good God...is that Michael Jordan's music?). He averaged 10.3 points in the fourth quarter. Even in Game 6 when he struggled, getting off to a 1-12 start from the field, he rallied for 10 points in the final period to close out his nemisises on their home court. Dirk's Finals performance was the stuff of legend, and his championship ring is both well desereved and well earned.
Now in July (my second to last column) I wrote about The Decision and what it meant not only to the 2011 season but the next 5-7 years and how it had irrevocably changed the direction that the NBA was headed. NBA titles, MVP awards, and the like were all about to change. We've already seen the MVP award change hands, with Derrick Rose winning it this year. And the future of NBA championships (and who wins them) has been changed as well. No, the Heat didn't win this year. But next year, it's unlikely that Dallas will be there. The Lakers are on the decline, as are the Celtics and Spurs. Orlando is a shadow of the team that went to the NBA Finals in 2009, and with Dwight Howard halfway out the door look like they will be eliminated from being considered contenders. This season was, in many ways, a changing of the guard. The Lakers, Celtics, Spurs, and Magic have had their runs, but they're being overtaken by the teams of the future: the Thunder, Heat, and Bulls. The Heat didn't win it this year, but they are looming as a potential juggernaut and both they and the Bulls will be battling it out for the next half-decade in the East.
Finally, it's time. I've defended LeBron James to a fault his entire career. I've said he was the best player in the NBA. I've blamed his postseason failures on the fact that he's spent his career playing with guys like Mo Williams, Larry Hughes, Drew Gooden, and Antawn Jamison being the second banana. No, I'm not joking, look it up. I said that the reason LeBron quit on the Cavs in Game 5 against the Celtics last year was because Delonte West was tapping his mom, a perfectly acceptable reason to not want to play basketball. Hold on, I have to go throw up. I even defended LeBron's decison (not The Decision, which was almost disgusting as the pre-season championship party that the Heatles held afterwords) to go to Miami to win a championship.
But this...this one is tough to explain. LeBron collapsed in this NBA Finals, and nobody can explain why. Maybe he was tired. It could have been that the Mavericks' zone took him out of the game. It might have been that his massive shoulders finally collapsed under the pressure that has been on the Heat since he decided to take his talents to South Beach. It was probably a combination of all those things. Ultimately, LeBron has left us asking more questions than is necessary for a player who is supposed to be the best in the game. Someone this talented should relish the spotlight, not shrink from it. Yet, shrank LeBron did, to the point where Dwyane Wade got so fed up with him in Game 3 that he started screaming at him. I knew The Decision would change so much about the NBA, but I never thought that it would fundamentally change the former best player in the league to the point where I now put him at number three behind Kobe and Wade. To borrow from Steven A. Smith, quite frankly I'm shocked.
In the end, this was one for the ages. The most publicized and villianized team in NBA history met the team they had beaten in the Finals five years earlier. Dirk and the Mavs were finally able to erase the pain from 2006 and the playoff flops that followed, and the Heat both wore down from playing 82 playoff games in the regular season and finally collapsed under the intense scrutiny they had been under since July. That alone would have made this series great, but throw in Games 2, 3, 4, and 5 (an incredible four games which will be played on ESPN Classic forever) and this might be the greatest NBA Finals I have ever witnessed (even more than 2008, even though the Celtics winning their first title in my lifetime was roughly 2,973 times sweeter). It's a shame it's all going to be taken away with the impending lockout. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
P.S. I promise to write more this summer.
About a month ago I promised myself I would come back if the Miami Heat made it to the Finals. That would be the only thing that could bring me out of retirement. But even as the Heat and Mavs prepared to duke it out, I wasn't certain that I would even bother to post anything about it.
Then this series happened. Everything changed.
I've had a full day to process what I just witness happen in Game 6, with the Mavericks defeating the Heat to clinch their first title in franchise history. Trust me, I needed all the time I could get. This series was trancendant, an insta-classic that will be replayed over and over again for years to come. And the drama was off the charts. All I know is this: this series will be remembered for the impact it had on not just the history of the league, but possibly the future as well.
Let's start with the big winner here. Dirk Nowitzki has done it. Finally, the odessy has come to a close. After hoisting a championship trophy for the first time in his career, Dirk's managed to make a case for his inclusion in any list of top 20 players ever. Not only that, but a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. That's a fact. Anyone who saw him go into the locker room immediately after the final buzzer sounded, moments away from tears could tell you that. Just the expression on his face as he got his chance to lay those massive German hands on the Larry O'Brien trophy told everything anyone needed to know.
That's not to mention that Dirk has officially gone from "soft European player who can't win the big one" to "best European player ever and cold blooded killer with unguardable crunch time offense" in the span of one postseason. Dirk vanquished his demons by unleashing on of the most incredible playoff performances in recent memory, with a dizzying array of post up fade-aways and high post, one legged, off-balance step back jumpers that nobody (not LaMarcus Aldridge, not Pau Gasol, not Serge Ibaka, and not Chris Bosh) could stop. Even though he only eclipsed 30 points once in the Finals, he hit a game winner in Game 2, and played with a fever of 101 in Game 4 (Good God...is that Michael Jordan's music?). He averaged 10.3 points in the fourth quarter. Even in Game 6 when he struggled, getting off to a 1-12 start from the field, he rallied for 10 points in the final period to close out his nemisises on their home court. Dirk's Finals performance was the stuff of legend, and his championship ring is both well desereved and well earned.
Now in July (my second to last column) I wrote about The Decision and what it meant not only to the 2011 season but the next 5-7 years and how it had irrevocably changed the direction that the NBA was headed. NBA titles, MVP awards, and the like were all about to change. We've already seen the MVP award change hands, with Derrick Rose winning it this year. And the future of NBA championships (and who wins them) has been changed as well. No, the Heat didn't win this year. But next year, it's unlikely that Dallas will be there. The Lakers are on the decline, as are the Celtics and Spurs. Orlando is a shadow of the team that went to the NBA Finals in 2009, and with Dwight Howard halfway out the door look like they will be eliminated from being considered contenders. This season was, in many ways, a changing of the guard. The Lakers, Celtics, Spurs, and Magic have had their runs, but they're being overtaken by the teams of the future: the Thunder, Heat, and Bulls. The Heat didn't win it this year, but they are looming as a potential juggernaut and both they and the Bulls will be battling it out for the next half-decade in the East.
Finally, it's time. I've defended LeBron James to a fault his entire career. I've said he was the best player in the NBA. I've blamed his postseason failures on the fact that he's spent his career playing with guys like Mo Williams, Larry Hughes, Drew Gooden, and Antawn Jamison being the second banana. No, I'm not joking, look it up. I said that the reason LeBron quit on the Cavs in Game 5 against the Celtics last year was because Delonte West was tapping his mom, a perfectly acceptable reason to not want to play basketball. Hold on, I have to go throw up. I even defended LeBron's decison (not The Decision, which was almost disgusting as the pre-season championship party that the Heatles held afterwords) to go to Miami to win a championship.
But this...this one is tough to explain. LeBron collapsed in this NBA Finals, and nobody can explain why. Maybe he was tired. It could have been that the Mavericks' zone took him out of the game. It might have been that his massive shoulders finally collapsed under the pressure that has been on the Heat since he decided to take his talents to South Beach. It was probably a combination of all those things. Ultimately, LeBron has left us asking more questions than is necessary for a player who is supposed to be the best in the game. Someone this talented should relish the spotlight, not shrink from it. Yet, shrank LeBron did, to the point where Dwyane Wade got so fed up with him in Game 3 that he started screaming at him. I knew The Decision would change so much about the NBA, but I never thought that it would fundamentally change the former best player in the league to the point where I now put him at number three behind Kobe and Wade. To borrow from Steven A. Smith, quite frankly I'm shocked.
In the end, this was one for the ages. The most publicized and villianized team in NBA history met the team they had beaten in the Finals five years earlier. Dirk and the Mavs were finally able to erase the pain from 2006 and the playoff flops that followed, and the Heat both wore down from playing 82 playoff games in the regular season and finally collapsed under the intense scrutiny they had been under since July. That alone would have made this series great, but throw in Games 2, 3, 4, and 5 (an incredible four games which will be played on ESPN Classic forever) and this might be the greatest NBA Finals I have ever witnessed (even more than 2008, even though the Celtics winning their first title in my lifetime was roughly 2,973 times sweeter). It's a shame it's all going to be taken away with the impending lockout. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
P.S. I promise to write more this summer.
