Notes on a dark Sunday
Run Ricky, Run
Question: is it a good or bad thing when the New York Times wonders aloud if the putative savior of your franchise is over the hill at age 20? “Through 28 games in the 2010-11 season,” says Jonathan Givony in the Old Gray Lady, “[Ricky] Rubio has continued to struggle. He is shooting just 32 percent from the field, including 11 of 61 from beyond the arc, and his team has lost more games in the ACB and in the Euroleague than it did all of last season. Why has Rubio’s development stalled? Will he be able to turn his potential into production?”
Good, sobering questions. The piece also includes a nicely in-depth look at the financial implications of Rubio’s coming decision. Things are definitely more complicated than David Kahn would have us believe. Here’s how the article ends: “‘I’m not focused on the N.B.A. right now,’ Rubio said. ‘Right now, I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to think.’” Oh boy.
Faces of Death
Our sincere hope is that none of us will ever have to experience a basketball season as desperately miserable as the Cleveland Cavaliers 2010/2011 campaign. But if we do, I can only hope that we’ll have someone like John Krolik of Cavs: the Blog to read. Routinely plumbing the depths of a team this hopeless and emerging with sanity and good humor intact is a serious project and Krolik is taking it seriously.
Not only is he summoning up the courage to actually analyze this punishingly irrelevant squad, but check out some of the recent entry titles: Whoever said ‘that’s why they play the games’ was not talking about this game bullets; The Cavs totally would have won this game if they didn’t suck bullets; History is now chasing us, and we cannot run fast enough bullets. He has a post called “Most things in life are less terrible than the Cavaliers.” That’s intense!
Watching Krolik waver between indignation and resigned exhaustion is pretty compelling in a wrenching, Cassavetes-esque kind of way. Cavs: The Blog is a painful place right now, but I suggest you read it anyway.