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<H1>The NBA from LVP to MVP
By Bill Simmons
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First, the good news: We'll forget the lackluster regular season once the NBA playoffs kick off with a barrage of spectacular matchups, assuming everything breaks correctly. I don't need to sell you on the Spurs-Nuggets, Lakers-Suns or Cavs-Heat battles, but a Jazz-Rockets series works for any true basketball fan, and you don't like sports if you can't get excited for Nellie's run-and-gun Warriors battling his old Mavs team, or Toronto laying its feel-good season on the line against New Jersey and Public Enemy No. 1 (Vince Carter).
Now, the bad news: Of all the bummers inflicted on NBA fans this season (check the sidebar to the right), a flaccid MVP race received the least attention because everyone seems happy to hand Dirk Nowitzki the trophy and call it a day. Statistically, Nowitzki submitted superior seasons in 2005 and 2006, and his 2007 stats ranked behind Larry Bird's best nine seasons, Charles Barkley's best 10 seasons and Karl Malone's best 11 seasons. Nowitzki's shooting percentages were remarkable (50 percent on field goals, 90 percent on free throws, 42 percent on 3-pointers), but his relevant averages (24.6 points, 9.0 rebounds, 3.4 assists) look like a peak season from Tom Chambers. He can't affect games unless he's scoring, doesn't make his teammates better and plays decent defense at best. If you're giving the MVP to someone because of his offense, he'd better be a killer offensive player. You can't say that about the 2007 Dirk Nowitzki.
A FORGETTABLE YEAR
The lowlights of the 2006-07 season:
• The single most memorable moment was a half-assed brawl.
• Of the league's most important under-25 stars, No. 1 (LeBron) mailed in the first three months more blatantly than David Duchovny mailed in the last "X-Files" season; No. 2 (Wade) separated a shoulder and missed half the season; No. 3 (Anthony) escalated the aforementioned brawl by throwing a sucker slap, then backpedaling 70 feet and earning a 15-game suspension; and No. 4 (Arenas) injured his knee and will miss the playoffs.
• So many front offices mangled their rosters beyond repair that the trade deadline passed without a major deal& even though four-fifths of the league desperately needed to shake things up. This was like watching 25 drivers repeatedly circle the same gas station, with all of them noticing the same yellow light in their cars, only nobody ever actually pulled in to get gas.
• Seven teams openly tanked the last four-five weeks of the season for lottery position, with another five joining them these past few weeks and pretty much destroying fantasy basketball as we knew it& not to mention all the poor saps who were shelling out big bucks for season tickets.
• A much-anticipated foray into Vegas for All-Star Weekend became a racial powder keg and the latest chance for non-NBA fans to degrade the league (in this case, unfairly).
• Two of the league's marquee superstars were trapped on terrible teams (Iverson and Garnett); one made it to a pseudo-contender, the other remains stuck in lottery hell.
• The "Oden versus Durant?" debate generated more interest than every NBA subplot combined.
The argument for the big German is simple: He's the most reliable crunch-time scorer in the league and the best player on a 69-win team. Of course, when the '97 Bulls won 69 games, you could have described Michael Jordan the exact same way ... and he finished second to Malone. Same for Jerry West on the '72 Lakers when they won 69 games (he finished second to Kareem). Then again, maybe we should scrap the historical comparisons after Steve Nash's back-to-back trophies transformed the award into what it is now: a popularity contest. It's a 900-number and Ryan Seacrest away from becoming a low-key version of "American Idol." And since people want the big German to win the award this year, he's going to win it.
In the irony of ironies, Nash played his greatest season at a time when everyone took him for granted and paid more attention to Nowitzki. This makes no sense to me, but few things about the NBA make sense these days. Regardless, neither of them is getting my vote. But before I reveal my 2007 pick on Wednesday morning, here's a look at some of the players who didn't make the cut (and where they finished in the top 450).
In reverse order ...
450. Marcus Banks
To win my LVP (Least Valuable Player) Award, you need to negatively affect a team in more ways than just "my eight-figure salary is killing their cap space" or "I drove into a parked car while masturbating to a porn movie."
You need to realize zero percent of your team's expectations, even though it traded a No. 1 pick (and a chance to take Rajon Rondo or Marcus Williams) to create enough cap space for a bench player who could save its best player's legs during the season. You need to be such a ginormous bust that your coach gave up on you within three weeks. You need to be untradable even though you have a reasonable salary ($21 million, five years). You need to become the albatross for a potential championship team that's single-handedly lowering its ceiling from an "A-plus" to an "A-minus." In other words, you need to be Marcus Banks.
OUCH!
By Bill Simmons
Page 2
First, the good news: We'll forget the lackluster regular season once the NBA playoffs kick off with a barrage of spectacular matchups, assuming everything breaks correctly. I don't need to sell you on the Spurs-Nuggets, Lakers-Suns or Cavs-Heat battles, but a Jazz-Rockets series works for any true basketball fan, and you don't like sports if you can't get excited for Nellie's run-and-gun Warriors battling his old Mavs team, or Toronto laying its feel-good season on the line against New Jersey and Public Enemy No. 1 (Vince Carter).
Now, the bad news: Of all the bummers inflicted on NBA fans this season (check the sidebar to the right), a flaccid MVP race received the least attention because everyone seems happy to hand Dirk Nowitzki the trophy and call it a day. Statistically, Nowitzki submitted superior seasons in 2005 and 2006, and his 2007 stats ranked behind Larry Bird's best nine seasons, Charles Barkley's best 10 seasons and Karl Malone's best 11 seasons. Nowitzki's shooting percentages were remarkable (50 percent on field goals, 90 percent on free throws, 42 percent on 3-pointers), but his relevant averages (24.6 points, 9.0 rebounds, 3.4 assists) look like a peak season from Tom Chambers. He can't affect games unless he's scoring, doesn't make his teammates better and plays decent defense at best. If you're giving the MVP to someone because of his offense, he'd better be a killer offensive player. You can't say that about the 2007 Dirk Nowitzki.
A FORGETTABLE YEAR
The lowlights of the 2006-07 season:
• The single most memorable moment was a half-assed brawl.
• Of the league's most important under-25 stars, No. 1 (LeBron) mailed in the first three months more blatantly than David Duchovny mailed in the last "X-Files" season; No. 2 (Wade) separated a shoulder and missed half the season; No. 3 (Anthony) escalated the aforementioned brawl by throwing a sucker slap, then backpedaling 70 feet and earning a 15-game suspension; and No. 4 (Arenas) injured his knee and will miss the playoffs.
• So many front offices mangled their rosters beyond repair that the trade deadline passed without a major deal& even though four-fifths of the league desperately needed to shake things up. This was like watching 25 drivers repeatedly circle the same gas station, with all of them noticing the same yellow light in their cars, only nobody ever actually pulled in to get gas.
• Seven teams openly tanked the last four-five weeks of the season for lottery position, with another five joining them these past few weeks and pretty much destroying fantasy basketball as we knew it& not to mention all the poor saps who were shelling out big bucks for season tickets.
• A much-anticipated foray into Vegas for All-Star Weekend became a racial powder keg and the latest chance for non-NBA fans to degrade the league (in this case, unfairly).
• Two of the league's marquee superstars were trapped on terrible teams (Iverson and Garnett); one made it to a pseudo-contender, the other remains stuck in lottery hell.
• The "Oden versus Durant?" debate generated more interest than every NBA subplot combined.
The argument for the big German is simple: He's the most reliable crunch-time scorer in the league and the best player on a 69-win team. Of course, when the '97 Bulls won 69 games, you could have described Michael Jordan the exact same way ... and he finished second to Malone. Same for Jerry West on the '72 Lakers when they won 69 games (he finished second to Kareem). Then again, maybe we should scrap the historical comparisons after Steve Nash's back-to-back trophies transformed the award into what it is now: a popularity contest. It's a 900-number and Ryan Seacrest away from becoming a low-key version of "American Idol." And since people want the big German to win the award this year, he's going to win it.
In the irony of ironies, Nash played his greatest season at a time when everyone took him for granted and paid more attention to Nowitzki. This makes no sense to me, but few things about the NBA make sense these days. Regardless, neither of them is getting my vote. But before I reveal my 2007 pick on Wednesday morning, here's a look at some of the players who didn't make the cut (and where they finished in the top 450).
In reverse order ...
450. Marcus Banks
To win my LVP (Least Valuable Player) Award, you need to negatively affect a team in more ways than just "my eight-figure salary is killing their cap space" or "I drove into a parked car while masturbating to a porn movie."
You need to realize zero percent of your team's expectations, even though it traded a No. 1 pick (and a chance to take Rajon Rondo or Marcus Williams) to create enough cap space for a bench player who could save its best player's legs during the season. You need to be such a ginormous bust that your coach gave up on you within three weeks. You need to be untradable even though you have a reasonable salary ($21 million, five years). You need to become the albatross for a potential championship team that's single-handedly lowering its ceiling from an "A-plus" to an "A-minus." In other words, you need to be Marcus Banks.
OUCH!