I don’t know what any of this means — I think it has something to do with wanting to look like James Harden by growing a bee beard, only to find out that even James Harden occasionally gets chicks scooped by handsome/pretty Chandler Parsons or something like that — but I love it. A lot of it is helped by James Harden being one of the NBA’s most naturally manga’d players but even more of it is helped by just being crazy. Go Rokets, I guess.
Four games and two numbers for Thomas Robinson, who started his Houston tenure about a week ago wearing No. 0 like he had in Sacramento, only to switch to No. 41 for last night’s game. Pretty strange in its own right, but even weirder when you consider the reason he’s switching is because the Rockets have re-acquired Aaron Brooks who wore No. 0 during his previous three-and-a-half season stint in Houston, which is kind of amazing considering Brooks couldn’t wear No. 0 in Sacramento because that was Thomas Robinson’s number.
“It was a great favor,” Brooks said. “When I got to Sacramento, the No. 0 was actually mine. He played the preseason with it, but they said it was mine. I let him have it. I think that good faith led to this, him saying it was all right for me to have the number. It wouldn’t be right to wear another number. Plus, all the other numbers I would wear (he wore the No. 3 with the Kings that is taken by Omer Asik with the Rockets) were taken as well.”
I haven’t dipped in to the LexisNexis archives to see if this is true, but I am guessing this is the most two people have ever fought over the No. 0. Gilbert Arenas would be proud.
Within months of passing on Damian Lillard, Sacramento have decided to give away the player they picked instead of him. Seemingly already disenfranchised with their big man out of Kansas, they traded him for another one, and a jump-shooting backup big man, rather than wait it out. This accords with Sacramento’s grand plan, that of dumping valuable young assets to open up negligible amounts of financial flexibility, then spending it on backups. At the very least, they got Patrick Patterson this time.
Patterson broke out this year as a scorer, scoring 11 points in 25 minutes per game, and doing so at just short of 52 percent shooting with a mostly face-up game. He has occasional three-point range and a fantastic mid-range jumper — it’s not hard to project those two things being the inverse of each other some day soon, as that is the way the jump-shooting big man tends to go. Channing Frye was in a similar situation once. Patterson scores, and scores efficiently, without needing much of the playbook to do so. For this reason, he projects as a useful role player for several years. However, Sacramento’s unimpressive recent record on player development isn’t the place for someone with such big holes in his game. Patterson doesn’t box out, doesn’t defend any position, and isn’t tough enough to rectify those problems. He’ll make some jumpers, some fast break dunks, and occasionally carry the team for a quarter, but there’s an awful lot to do.
The rest of the deal has little bearing on Sacramento’s end product. Francisco Garcia will be a mildly useful defender and shooter for a year, but is essentially irrelevant, robbed of his talent by multiple injuries. So are likely to be Tyler Honeycutt (a once tantalizing prospect who hasn’t gotten anywhere, not helped by injuries), Cole Aldrich (same, except with the injuries) and Toney Douglas (whose offensive game still hasn’t recovered from whatever it was that caused him to lose it). Everyone else is a backup, only ever going to be backups, and either expiring or unguaranteed.
On Houston’s last few possessions, the Warriors assured there would be no more threes. Jackson knew full well the Rockets were hunting for the record [for threes made in a game], so he had his guys commit intentional fouls to prevent Rockets from even attempting to break the record. It worked. Houston couldn’t even pull a three-pointer in the final 1:58 and finished the game with 23 threes, tying the mark set by the Orlando Magic in 2009.
And that, my friend, is why the Warriors love Mark Jackson — because he always has their back. Sure, sometimes it means they get viciously booed on the road, but at least they’re not on the wrong side of NBA history. Next time, maybe they’ll pay him back by not giving up 23 threes.
Kinda worried about Kris Humphries, you guys. If he keeps “acting” like a douchebag, it might be one of those self-fulfilling prophecy things. Wouldn’t want that to happen, since he’s pretty well-liked around the league. Just something to keep an eye on.
If there’s one thing we can learn from this Rockets-Lakers game, it’s that passing between the legs of 7-foot centers is apparently very easy and everyone should try it. Let’s hear your favorite in the comments.