Sunday, January 30, 2011

Field Notes From a Quarter

I was able to tune in for the fourth quarter of today's rematch between the Boston Celtics and the Los Angeles Lakers. What struck me most was the coaching decisions at the end of the game. The Celtics have a tendency to lose identity during the last four minutes or so. With so many great offensive players, the first option is neither obvious nor consistent across games. Typically, Paul Pierce will attempt to take over, sometimes successfully, other times not. Game seven of the Finals last year ended with empty possession after empty possession as Boston saw its lead slip into a Lakers' victory. Similarly, on December 24th this year, the Celtics had worked toward a lead over the Magic only to lose the ability to score in the final minutes and thus lose the game. Today was different.

First, the match-ups all favored the Celtics. For a large portion of the last quarter, the Lakers had Blake, Bryant, and Brown as their point-wing-wing combination. This meant that Kobe had to play three while Blake dabbled as a two or one. Blake was either getting destroyed by hard screens while desperately chasing Ray Allen or getting destroyed by a quick Rondo move to the cup. Brown was very ineffective on offense. I thought that in terms of fourth quarter personnel, Rivers seriously out-coached Jackson. Then came the inevitable Celtics drought. As I screamed at the screen, begging for Garnet to get all the touches, Doc Rivers called plays that served exactly this purpose. Kevin either was taking his comfortable 18' jump shot or getting lobs from Rondo for low-post buckets. In crunch time, he is the C's best 1v1 scorer. Teams cannot afford to leave anyone else on the team open to double, as KG can pass the ball well. He took it to them, and the rain poured down in Staples Center as the Celtics did what they should have done 7 months ago.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Strange Time In Our Lives

I may have made this point before, but I think it bares repeating. We're currently living in a very exciting time in the NBA, but one that doesn't produce the best basketball. People often think of the best basketball as having occurred during the eighties and nineties. And there's no denying that the magic of Celtics Lakers (and occasionally those guys vs. the Pistons) produced some awesome games, series, rivalries, and sporting stories that will long be hailed as some of the best to grace professional sports. Ditto for the seemingly endless number of Western suitors in the nineties who, after waiting their turn and making their way to the front of the line, challenged Jordan's bulls for world supremacy... and predictably lost. That's just it. The NBA was pretty predictable back in those days. It was pretty obvious that Jordan's Bulls would rise up out of the East (and before that, that Bird's Celtics would) and that the competition for their challengers would be between a couple of teams (and normally you knew which one was going to win). These teams were always, indisputably great at playing Basketball. But their greatness came at a price: the league's talent was strongly concentrated in a few hubs and no one else had much of it. The league was pretty binary; either you were great or you stunk.

I think that this is what tends to happen during eras of basketball. One club, or several clubs, become known as places to go to get championships. Great players go there for their shot at winning. All the talent collects and, lo and behold, actually leads to a championship. This system is pretty self-reinforcing, and it quickly creates eras(e.g. Bird-Magic, Jordan). It's exactly what happened with Boston and LA, these past few years. Maybe we just lived through the Kobe-Garnett-Pierce-Allen era. And before that the Duncan-Ginobli-Billups era. Nearly every person thought, before this season began, that we had just entered the LeBron-Wade-Bosh era (with, perhaps, a lowercase thunder attached in a footnote). But everyone, myself included, seems to have underestimated exactly how transformative last summer's free agency buffet was.

As many, many teams cut salary and players in an attempt to sign LeBron, Wade, or Bosh, the league was shook up in crazy ways. Not only were players on all these teams up-rooted, but other players who really weren't on the same level as those guys were up-rooted too. That's why Rudy Gay, Joe Johnson, and Amar'e all got max deals. And why Boozer and David Lee almost got max deals. Every one's anticipation at signing LeBron, Wade, or Bosh bid the price of players so high that all those guys, simply by dint of being free agents at the right time, were able to get magical, nearly unprecedented deals. All this has long been understood and mapped out, but what hasn't been studied as much as the crazy league wide implications this stuff had. Nearly every team was affected by the new structure. Hardly anyone remained untouched. The Bulls were trying to get LBJ or Dwyane "typo on birth certificate" Wade. They settled for Boozer. The Jazz used the trading cap to grab Al Jefferson. Meanwhile, the team that actually got the prized guys, the Heat, unloaded Beasley for nothing. In this way, the Timberwolves were doubly affected by the free agency feeding frenzy. And they were hardly alone. You'd be hard pressed to find a team where the Big 3's ripples did not reach.

What this means is that the basketball landscape was totally remodeled this year. The current Utah Jazz are only superficially similar to the Utah Jazz of last year. And this is true (with a few exceptions) throughout the league. What it means is that this era is still up for grabs. Things are crazy right now, and aren't likely to settle down for a while. It's never been this exciting to be watching the NBA because any team can win on any night. The Celtics lost to the Wizards tonight. The Spurs got destroyed by the Hornets. The Clippers beat the Lakers and Heat. The Mavericks ascended to godhood, and have quickly crashed back to earth. The Magic and Heat have had losing and winning streaks that have led to calls of coaches being fired and then, almost over night, arguments for Coach of the Year. This is exciting because, for the first time in a while, I have no idea who's going to come out of each conference (it will probably be the Lakers and Celtics, but it could just as easily be the Spurs, the Heat, and maybe even the Bulls). It is exciting because it makes nearly every game watchable. You don't know who's going to win before hand, and watching it go down is genuinely surprising and exciting.

Unfortunately, this new era of unpredictability means that basketball isn't as good. The Lakers are no longer the team that they were; they no longer play that kind of mercenary offense and stretch armstrong limbed defense that made me hate them and respect them every one of the past 4 years. And while the Celtics have shown flashes of their 07-08 selves, there's no denying that age and time have taken their toll. Something tells me the Spurs aren't going to finish as well as they've been playing and will, like the Mavs, revert back to the mean. There's no telling who will end up on top, both because all the bad teams are better and because the good teams are worse. This makes for some exciting and yet infuriating ball. Maybe this year is the inverse of the last one. Instead of tuning the regular season and playoffs out until the finals, maybe we should be watching every regular season game (Sixers-Suns!?!) with rapt attention before we go to sleep in June. Either that or we should wait a few weeks until a clear picture emerges and this whole lengthy thing is proven wrong. Maybe then we can safely declare this the LeBron-Durant era, like we've always wanted to. Until then, however, I think it's safe to say that we're living in the Love-Griffin-Bryant-Wesbrook-Rose-Allen-Williams-Smith-Johnson-Williams-Ellis-Bogut era, the Garnett-James-Ginobli-Nowitzki-Noah-Rondo-Boozer-Stoudemire-Nash-Duncan-Paul era, the Granger-Wade-Pierce-Odum-Gasol-Durant-Horford-Gay-Howard-Parker-Chandler-Martin era, or the NBA era for short.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Stats cousin, that's what I got

Allow us for a moment to butcher a GZA line in the service of examining the use of statistical inference as it is currently employed in the NBA. It should be noted that our blog wholeheartedly endorses the use of such measures. We believe that mathematics are the best tools to create models which explain the natural world and edify our understanding of it. These tools, however, are not infallible. They must be understood and their utility clearly mapped out. While statistics of the NBA have greatly benefited the fans,the players, and the league, they are often stretched beyond any reasonable measure.

John Hollinger's team rating, for example, is supposed to be descriptive (not prescriptive). He says that "these rankings...give a quick assessment of all 30 teams so far in the season, since sometimes the standings can be misleading in this department." Yet, observe his column, which will rely tirelessly on these rankings as predictors for future success. If this model is meant for prediction, he should say so up front and we believe change a number of things about it (e.g. not weigh recent performance so heavily).

This is really the issue with statistics now. We have more and more wonderful models such as Hollinger's rankings that significantly outperform their older and more traditional counterparts (such as a simple win-loss record). We have been too quick, however, to throw out all other metrics of understanding and rely solely and rashly on the statistics. There are many times when we see something about a player, a team, or a game that the statistics miss, and in the end, we find ourselves vindicated by the results. Does this mean we should throw them out because they do not measure such things as heart, guts, or determination? Certainly not. Rather, it suggests that our knowledge of statistics and how they apply to basketball are still nascent in nature, and that they need time to develop before we place the heavy onus that we already do on them. If we are too hasty, they will certainly crumble under that weight.