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TIMEOUT! REF DONE NASH WRONG
By PETER VECSEY
May 2, 2006 -- Week 2 of the first round of the playoffs, what better time to take a timeout - only let's not dare try to go through Bennett Salvatore, whose venetian blinds either are pulled too tight or his séances with Richie Powers have been far too successful.
"Where was Bennett Salvatore when I needed him?" Chris Webber wailed.
Initially, when I saw the silver-haired referee choose to ignore Steve Nash's semi-signal and frantic pleas for a timeout at the split-end of overtime Sunday, I felt Salvatore deserved to be sautéed, spayed and scrubbed from the remainder of the playoffs.
After witnessing Kobe Bryant's resulting game-busting shot, I volunteered to address the first two odd jobs myself.
How could Salvatore fail to acknowledge Nash's demi-directional? He was in perfect position on the sidelines, looking straight at the caretaker of everything that's holy to the Suns.
Nash was doing everything in his power to make Salvatore understand, yet he resisted any response until calling a jump ball, subsequently won by Luke Walton which led to Kobe's day-dreaming pot shot.
What more could Nash have done to get Salvatore's attention? Form a perfect "T" with his hands? I've known aspiring side-show freaks who've flunked out of circus school for being unable to accomplish that feat while cradling a ball and being suffocated by two serial defenders.
How could Salvatore neglect to hear Nash screeching for a timeout?
We've all seen hundreds of players fall on the floor to recover a loose ball and get instantly recognized for calling a timeout. We've all seen hundreds of players chase down a loose ball and receive a spur-of-the-moment timeout before falling out of bounds.
This is Nash's 10th season, the last two of the MVP variety. Think he might understand what to expect from the refs in that situation? Think he might've experienced it once or twice before with a different outcome?
Salvatore has been around way longer than Nash - too long, obviously. Think, by now, he might be aware a timeout may be asked for as soon the second the dribbler tastes trouble?
What was he looking for, a sign of the cross? What was he waiting for, the Lakers to gain an advantage so the eminently larger market and juicier team is in position to advance?
Unfortunately, that's what many fans believe. It's mysterious non-calls like this - by all means, not the only one that greatly influenced the final verdict - that lead too many people out there to believe there's an NBA playoff bracket on David Stern's desk and it's already filled out.
I love the game and prefer not to entertain such impure thoughts. At the same time, I can see why the mind of casual NBA fan might intersect with a $2 bettor at Yonkers.
In any event, just in case Nash - born in South Africa, by way of Canada - should ever find himself trapped in a similar ambush, he might want to hire a translator so he'll know the correct English term for timeout.
Meanwhile, half of the eight matchups are down to best-of-threes - who said the mini-series was dead? -while all have developed plot lines that would make Hollywood jealous - provided, of course, Hollywood produced anything with plot lines.
Curing those ills in Beverly Hills, who'd have thunk my Paper Clips would make it into the second round and the Lakers would be 3-1 to the good? This is the best thing to happen to Tinseltown since they noosed Deuce Bigelow - played by Rob Schneider, who, by the way, made a seamless transition from not being funny on TV to being not funny in the movies. I suspect that's not as easy as appears.
The Clippers returned to the Office Supply Center last night to eliminate Denver and make it into the second round for the first time since the Bicentennial when they were known as the Buffalo Wings.
Of course, drawing dysfunctional Denver -where George Karl and Kenyon Martin are dissin' and Carmelo is just plain missin' (33 FG percentage) - hasn't exactly hurt the cause.
As for the Lakers, let's just say there hasn't been such an escape from Staples since I got whisked out of the building's dungeon after the '00 Finals, when the fan base was incinerating the inner city.
Down five with less than 13 seconds left in regulation and down three with under 15 seconds left in OT - it was undoubtedly Kobe's greatest escape not involving his checkbook.
Then, there is Miami, which lost both its game and its cool Sunday at Chicago. It was like a typical day at Hot-97, only without the chalk outlines.
I guess that's what a 31-5 free-throw disparity does.