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31 points on 10-19 shooting and 10-12 from the line, 12 assists and nine rebounds is a really, really great line for a basketball player. It’s such a good line, in fact, that it’s been done exactly once this season and when we expand the search to 30 points, 10 of anything and nine of anything else, the number barely grows. Needless to say, if you throw up a 30-10-9, you’re having a good game.

But you’re not having a triple-double, that most significant of arbitrary stats. And even though Goran Dragic is that one person to put up 31 points, 12 assists and nine rebounds, he still didn’t get that triple-double no matter how hard he tried. From the AP:

”Somebody told me I had 8 minutes to get one rebound,” he said. ”I said, ‘Don’t tell me that.’ Then I was thinking too much. It’s really tough with those big guys to get one. I was just hoping maybe to get one long rebound that’s easy to grab. But you know in the end, they executed well. They didn’t miss a lot of shots.”

Aw man, tough break. Sometimes all you want to do is grab a single rebound but you can’t do it because there’s a bunch of giants hanging around and grabbing all the boards. Ask Chris Bosh — it’s frustrating.

Good for him for trying though, and for admitting it afterwards. A lot of times when guys are openly gunning for stats, they get blasted for doing so. Shoutout to Ricky Davis and JaVale McGee. But ever since LeBron came clean, I guess we’re living in a more enlightened world where trying to big up yourself is OK when you’re trying to get your team a win. And considering there were never more than four points separating the Suns and Nets during the fourth quarter, it’s probably OK to have your point guard helping out on the boards, especially against a team who is third in the league in offensive rebound rate.

But it was all for naught, as Dragic failed to record that last rebound during the game’s final eight minutes. Now he’s just going to have to live with the shame that comes from putting up a season-best game — those 31 points were just a single point shy of his career high — but not locking down a triple-double. It’s the kind of thing millions of people worldwide have to live with every year, and you just have to hope that Goran Dragic will be ready to grab that last rebound the next time an opportunity like this presents itself.

It’s like my friend Marshall Mathers says, “If you had one shot to grab the only rebound you’ve ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?” Last night, Goran Dragic let it slip. Next time, probably not but who knows for sure?

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Who are the ad geniuses that came up with this one? Because it really feels like this is another genius feather to stick in their genius hat. Old guy talking to comic book enthusiasts? Nailed it.

(via Suns.com/Ananth Pandian)

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Remember when we found out over the summer that Michael Beasley had pretty much just split when he signed with the Suns, leaving his house in Minneapolis to be sorted through by an estate sale company? Remember how that was really weird and you couldn’t help thinking, “Why does Michael Beasley have so many women’s purses?” It was a bizarre time for everyone.

Especially Michael Beasley, it turns out. He says the purses aren’t his and that you should shut up about that because it’s hurting his street cred. From the Star Tribune:

Beasley sold some of his belongings last summer in an estate sale at the Orono home he rented during his two seasons in Minnesota. It made news nationally for its eclectic mix of items, ranging from giant glass grapes to a floral headboard to bunny-shaped salt-and-pepper shakers.

“A lot of that stuff wasn’t mine, like purses and earrings and stuff,” he said, referring to a company he hired for the sale that brought other items into the house. “That kind of messed up my street cred. I’m a gangster on the street. I had some stuff that wouldn’t fit into my house here, so we just sold it. A lot of the furniture was mine. The dresses and purses? Not mine.”

Oh sure, just your classic “Those dresses and purses aren’t mine because I’m such a gangster” defense. If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a thousand times. A likely story.

Seriously, haha at this entire situation. I can’t even tell if Michael Beasley is joking or not. On one hand, he could be in on thinking it’s hilarious that there was all that weird stuff at his house and be kidding around about his street cred. On the other hand, it’d be pretty easy to convince someone that Michael Beasley is actually mad that everyone thinks he was selling earrings at his estate sale. Both of these scenarios seem 100 percent plausible.

But I guess we should take his word for it, so as far as I’m concerned, all those purses that showed up to be sold at Michael Beasley’s estate sale in Michael Beasley’s home didn’t belong to Michael Beasley. I’m still convinced he’s the one that bought the giant glass grapes though.

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There’s not going to be a big deal this trade deadline. Not again, anyway — we’ve already had it. No, instead, there are just teams taking free part-season looks at backups. Looks, they believe, are worth taking. Are they right? Perhaps.

To set the tone, Miami traded Dexter Pittman and a second round pick to Memphis, whose 12-man roster and available trade exception made them prime salary-dumping candidates. In Big Pitt, however, they see more than just a salary. Are they right? Perhaps not.

Pittman is one of those enticing prospects who entices without doing much to truly justify it. His combination of being a nice guy with great size, terrific footwork and decent touch is a rare one — when interspersed with an easy feel-good narrative about his weight loss, the attraction is obvious. But the less alluring part of the story is that Pittman just isn’t that impactful, and nor was he ever. He wasn’t at Texas, he hasn’t been in the D-League, and he definitely hasn’t been in the NBA. Pittman can’t defend without fouling, turns it over an excessively large amount, and doesn’t defensive rebound. The potential of Pittman, or the perceived potential of Pittman, far outweighs the production.

Nevertheless, he’s free. And he comes with a pick, which could bag another fringe prospect, who is also free. That, truly, is a look worth taking.

Miami, for their troubles, open up a roster spot without having to waste dollars in eating Pittman’s contract to do so. Since he had no role on the team, he was nothing more than a tax burden. As a matter of bookkeeping, Memphis — obliged by NBA rules to send out something in a trade, however trivial — sent Miami the draft rights to Ricky Sanchez, rights they had previously acquired in the deal that sent Sam Young to Philadelphia. Essentially, then, they traded Sam Young for Dexter Pittman and a pick, saving on some luxury tax dollars in the process. They also got to call Ricky Sanchez their own for a year. The real winner here is Ricky Sanchez, whose name gets splashed over the American basketball media all over again. (Without wishing to be callous, however, Ricky Sanchez is not a look worth taking.)

In a similar deal, Toronto traded the recently acquired contract of Hamed Haddadi (who never reported to Toronto, due to visa issues and general redundancy) along with a protected second round pick for Sebastian Telfair. After trading Jose Calderon in the Rudy Gay deal, the Raptors were down to two point guards and a cursory search of the waiver wire and the D-League turned up little. With no incentive to turn to retreads like Allen Iverson, Mike Bibby or Carlos Arroyo, and with little in the D-League point guard pool other than Ben Uzoh (whom they’ve already danced a merry dance with), Toronto turned their attention to the trade market, where Telfair could be found stealing Kendall Marshall’s minutes. Telfair’s legend blew out long before his candle ever will, but he’s proven himself to be a sufficiently mediocre backup NBA point guard to merit a look from a team that needs exactly that going forward. For the cost of a man who couldn’t even get into the country, it’s a look worth taking.

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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.

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Listen up, all you Michael Beasley fans out there — your hero is back, braided top knot and everything. No longer will you suffer the embarrassment of your favorite player being traded for two second round draft picks, falling out of the rotation of a sub-.500 team or serving as the butt of 76 percent of all NBA-related marijuana jokes. Nope, not anymore.

Because the Beast is back! (Also, Michael Beasley’s good basketball alter ego is apparently “the Beast,” which I was quite unaware of.) From the AP:

“I’m just playing aggressive,” Beasley said. “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. No more nonchalant Beas. I’m back to the Beast.”

Great news! The Beast is back. We did it. After four long seasons, he’s finally back. (Still didn’t really know he was ever “the Beast,” but I’m a sucker for redemption narratives, so I’m jazzed that he’s back.)

Personally, however, I will miss Nonchalant Beas. I feel like we’ve had some good times together. There was the time he may or may not have smoked up with Mario Chalmers and Darrell Arthur at the rookie transition program, the time he had that crazy hair, that time he ate a terrible, terrible pregame meal before turning in a terrible, terrible performance, how he’d leave his weed on the table before sending out Twitpics, that other time he had the crazy hair, when he rubbed the wrong knee, and of course that time he had the crazy hair  — I’m getting misty just thinking about it.

Say your goodbyes now because Nonchalant Beas it’s 100 percent completely over. Surely, he will never go back to his old ways. It’s been a fun ride.