Thursday, June 26, 2008

An open letter to the national sports media.

We exist.

The Memphis Grizzlies have always been short-sticked when it comes to coverage on the national level. When Portland won the draft lottery two seasons ago, the national story was, "Poor Boston, they didn't get the first pick," despite the fact that the Griz actually had the worst record that year, and therefore the highest odds (1 in 4) of getting that pick. This year, Rudy Gay was overlooked for the NBA's Most Improved Player award, despite having not only the highest increase in scoring of any player, but also having more impact on his team than any other player in the running (in averaging over 20 ppg, he matched a feat unheard of in Griz country since Sharif Abdur-Rahim did it back in Vancouver).


Just last night my dad called me because he had found an unlabeled VHS tape that had an old Griz game on it, a blowout win over Houston from 2004. Turns out it was the tape I used to record random Griz games on, and after the Houston game, the end of a double-overtime win at Cleveland came on. I remembered that game, because the SportsCenter highlights mentioned several times how LeBron James, then a rookie, had a career high 33 points -- despite the fact that Pau Gasol also had a career high that night: 39. And he won the game, on the road. That little nugget of sports trivia went unmentioned.

The ongoing excuse for how little attention the Grizzlies recieve on the national level has been that we're a small market team. "Only a few small market teams really make it big," they tell us. "You can't expect to be the San Antonio Spurs overnight." "Go fuck yourself," is my response, because we're not that small a market after all.

According to this Infoplease.com study of the most populous U.S. cities, Memphis is the 12th most populous city in the country with an NBA team. That's 12th out of 30. In what way does that make us "small?" We have more citizens than Boston, for Christ's sake. Not to mention Seattle, Atlanta, D.C., New Orleans, Miami, Oakland, and yes, Cleveland, plus ten other cities.

So where's the respect? I remember wondering about this frequently back when that Houston game was recorded. We won fifty games that year, but were rarely mentioned on ESPN. Granted, Hubie got his well-deserved Coach of the Year trophy, and Jerry West won Executive of the Year. But those are awarded after the season is over, and aren't exactly the best way to gain out-of-town fans.


As far as I can tell, the only way to get national attention to this city is for the Griz to make at least one deep playoff run despite a low seeding, and probably two. That, or trade up for Beasley in this year's draft lottery. The latter would be easier, but I don't expect it to happen.

Then again, is that so bad? Lack of national attention to how great the Griz were in '03-'04 allowed them to sneak up on teams all year; they beat the defending Eastern Conference Champion Nets by 47 points, the highest margin of victory by any team in any game all season (it was on that same VHS, and ended with the Stro Show's thunderous alley-oop dunk that is still remembered in Memphis with the same reverence as CDR's posterizing of Kevin Love). The answer is, yes, it is bad. Higher awareness of a team leads to more season ticket sales, more jersey and other merchandise sales, and, most importantly, higher advertising revenue, which a team in Memphis needs, given the terrible state of the NBA's profit-sharing model.

So my message to the national sports media outlets is, hey, we exist! And if you pay attention, we actually have a pretty entertaing team!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Stern has some 'splaining to do.

This news went live as I was listening to Verno's show this afternoon, but I didn't get around to looking into it until just now. Apparently Tim Donaghy is attempting to lessen his sentence by spreading the blame around the league. Yes, we all saw this coming, but the story is almost too "what I've been saying for years" to be true:

Without identifying anyone or naming teams, Tim Donaghy also claimed the NBA routinely encouraged refs to ring up bogus fouls to manipulate results but discouraged them from calling technical fouls on star players to keep them in games and protect ticket sales and television ratings.

Okay, that one's too easy. If that kind of thing hasn't been going on for years, what league have I been watching all this time? It gets better, though:

"If the NBA wanted a team to succeed, league officials would inform referees that opposing players were getting away with violations," the letter said. "Referees then would call fouls on certain players, frequently resulting in victory for the opposing team."

Oh, this is just too good. Just seeing those words in print is a small market team fan's wet dream.

Look, I love basketball, and in particular I love the NBA. I want all these allegations to be definitively, beyond-all-doubt proven false and laid to rest forever. But I'm not that naive. I'm sorry, but I'm just not stupid enough to pretend that NBA officiating is not only bad and getting worse (thank you, Stu Jackson), but that it's pretty clearly agenda-driven.

Is Tim Donaghy the first ref to step out of David Stern's shadow and tell the truth, or is he just flailing wildly to get out of jail? We may never know the answer to that, but to quote Jack Donaghy: "My cousin Tim fixes NBA games..."

No, I'm not boycotting Blogger.

I'm just lazy.

71 days since my last post, pretty sure that's a record. I won't go into why it's been so long, because... Actually, I will. It's because I'm lazy and nobody reads this anyway. So there you go.

Got up obscenely early again today. Don't know why, I just woke up. Worked around the house and then spent the afternoon burning gas around north Memphis trying to get someone to fucking hire me, already. No dice so far. At this point it's moved past irritation to the point of surrealism. I've had around a dozen jobs in my life, so it's not like I don't know how to get one. Maybe the job market is just that bad in Memphis now, maybe it's businesses scared off by my over-qualification, maybe it's my brand of shampoo, I honestly have no idea. I can learn to do any job in a day, I'm experienced, (semi) mature, and I'm willing to work any hours for any pay, because I just need the goddamned cash. But I can't get hired. What the fuck is going on?

Whatever. Here's some trivial nonsense. My new favorite basketball site is Basketbawful, because those guys ignore the mainstream media story lines and aim squarely at the balls. Metaphorically. Because groin-shots are funny (have you even seen America's Funniest Home Videos?). Because I'm a homer, 3 Shades of Blue is now in the 2-slot, ahead of TrueHoop. The ESPN and SI NBA pages have dropped completely off my radar (and RSS subscriptions).

Just ran out to get milk and smokes (two great tastes that taste great together). Where was I? Oh, right. Rambling. Here's something funny:



See? Robert Downey Jr. is the funniest comedic actor this side of Tina Fey. I'm looking forward to Tropic Thunder, if only because it points out, completely obliquely, how badly named Island Thunder was, the second expansion to the original Ghost Recon. It was super kick-ass (and really, really hard), but "Island Thunder"? Really?

I'll end with the news that my one and only Jenny has carved out her own spot here on Blogger after getting fed up with technical problems with LiveJournal's editor. You should read it, and by "you" I mean "Jenny" because you're probably the only one reading this, baby. Love you!