Category: Sports

  • A Thing Of Strange Beauty

    Here’s one of those situations where the way victories are handed out just isn’t fair. Pat Neshek, who found himself in a tough, tough spot (thank you, Juan Rincon) and kept the Twins in the game, should get that win, with an assist from Carl Crawford.

    Or what the hell: give the thing to Carlos Silva, who’s done nothing so far but make all those spring training critics (not this guy, though) look like complete idiots. The Jackal was clearly paying very close attention to Ramon Ortiz’s start last night.

    And people say it all the time, but it remains true at least a half dozen times a year: even if you waste entirely too much time watching baseball, you’re still guaranteed to see things you’ve never seen before, and I’m pretty damn sure I’ve never witnessed a 9-4-2-6 double play. Something like that’ll boggle your mind, and didn’t you just have the sense as soon as it unfolded that the game was over for Tampa Bay? I imagine everybody in that dugout said a silent prayer of gratitude that Lou Pinella is doing his suffering these days in a Cubs uniform.

    That Morneau walk-off shot was also something to behold. It looked like he hit that thing off the end of the bat, couldn’t really turn on the pitch at all, and still managed to muscle it out of the park.

    Isn’t a baseball season a fabulous thing? Those first two Yankee games already feel like ancient history.

  • The Three-Pointer: Official Tank Mode

    Game #78, Home Game #39–Dallas 105, Minnesota 88

    1. KG “Hurt”–And Gone for Good?

    For the first time in a dozen years, there is a distinct possibility that the Minnesota Timberwolves will not take the floor with Kevin Garnett to start the year in the 2007-08 season. Garnett has been put on the shelf with a right quad injury that everyone knows would not prevent him from performing if it were beneficial to the Wolves future to win rather than lose games at this point in the season. He has an opt-out clause in his contract at the end of next season, meaning that for the Wolves to get full value in a trade, they would probably have to move him during this off-season. Then there is the question of whether even KG’s patience has finally run out after three straight pathetic seasons out of the playoffs.

    My gut feeling, right now, is that Garnett stays, at least through the mid-point of next season. That assumes the team will keep their draft pick and be choosing among the top 7-8 teams in the lottery this summer. But, hey, I’m only guessing and so is everyone else. The point is, like the rest of us, Garnett is sick of this season, tired of the same old April bullshit, tired of hearing for the past 12 months that all the team needed was a tweak or two, then that all the team needed was some consistency, then that all the team needed was better chemistry–and when all that dense delusion was exposed as being clueless wishful thinking, THEN hearing that McHale and Wittman were probably coming back.

    Seriously, what can anyone from the front office tell the fan base with a straight face at this point in the proceedings? It already almost too late for people to do the honorable thing and resign.

    2. The Usual Suspects

    Dallas had nothing to play for, having already secured the top record in the entire NBA. They sat their MVP candidate, Dirk Nowitzki. They sat their starting center, Erick Dampier. They sat their starting point guard, Devin Harris. They sat their 6th man, Jerry Stackhouse. They had Austin Croshere and Devean George in the starting lineup and gave rookie Maurice Agar the second-most minutes of anyone on the team. They also were outscored in the second and fourth quarters and tied in the first.

    Ah, but the third quarter. With 6:36 to go, the score was tied at 63. At the end of the period it was 66-86. And who was on the court for most of that blitzkrieg? Mark Blount, Ricky Davis and Mike James, with Craig Smith and Marko Jaric along for most of the dysfunctional ride. So, what happened Coach Wittman?

    “Ball domination. I think we had two guys score. I just thought our offense was terrible, which led to bad defense.”

    Yes, indeed, Mike James had 11 of the team’s 15 points for the period, taking 6 shots and earning zero assists. The other four points belonged to Mark Blount on 2-4 FG. Davis had the club’s only two assists of the period but missed all 4 of his shots. Smith likewise was 0-4 and Marko was 0-1–ditto Randy Foye and Rashad McCants, who came in in the last 2-3 minutes and couldn’t stop the bleeding.

    It is good to know that the veteran tankers did not let up with the decision to waylay Garnett. And good to see that Wittman didn’t chance fate but subbing in hustle, fundamental guys like Hassell and Madsen. Philly beat Boston tonight, so that draft pick is a wee bit more secure.

    3. Consolation Prize

    The game’s two high scorers for their respective teams, Croshere with 19 and Justin Reed with 17, got tied up under the boards and nearly came to blows at the other end, each earning a technical. Bracey Wright demonstrated admirable restraint by attempting just one shot in 12 minutes of play–the entire garbage time 4th quarter in a garbage time point of the season. Wright must believe that everyone knows he can shoot, and concentrated on grabbing three boards, doling out a dime and playing decent defense.

    Hassell played 11:13 and was +1 in a 17-point loss. Madsen played 10:57 and was even.

  • On The Count Of Three I Want Everybody To Remove Their Hands From The Panic Button

    There, there now. We got that fat Bronx monkey off our backs until July. Doesn’t that feel a whole lot better?

    And after the bloodletting of the last couple nights wasn’t it nice to see Ramon Ortiz go out there and attack the Yankee hitters with what looked like a solid gameplan? To see a guy who was –let’s be honest– a pretty big question mark after his last several seasons pitch so quickly and with such enthusiasm (and, thank God, with so little perspiration)?

    No dicking around. That’s exactly what we like to see.

    And wasn’t it nice to see the offense, so inept over the last handful of games, come back and reward Ortiz for his eight solid innings of work?

    Wasn’t it nice to see Alex Casilla out there? The kid sure looks like he belongs in the Major Leagues.

    And isn’t it nice to see Michael Cuddyer continue to take pitches and work the count and get hits? And to have Luis Rodriguez, a desperation choice at designated hitter if ever there was one, come through with a couple hits?

    Everybody in the lineup got on base. Wasn’t that nice?

    Wasn’t it all so nice?

    Isn’t it nice to be 5-3?

    Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all just settle down and give this season –and this team– a chance to get a couple months under its belt before we start hyperventilating and foaming at the mouth?

    Yes, that would be nice, but it isn’t, of course, going to happen.

    And, finally, wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to hear one more person point out that Doug Mientkiewicz, who bats eighth for the mighty Yankees, hit third for the Twins.

    As if Mientkiewicz ever had any business batting third for any Major League team, and as if we didn’t know that all along.

  • Don't Look At Me

    Goodness gracious, as my mother would say.

    Goodness fucking gracious.

    What the hell can you say about a ballgame like that?

    Well…

    It only counts as one.

    It’s still early.

    Tomorrow’s another day.

    It’s a long season.

    It’s a marathon not a sprint.

    The sun ain’t gonna shine on the same dog’s ass every day.

    Still, the last week has raised some potentially alarming questions (Nick Punto, Denys Reyes, Jason Bartlett, the entire bottom of the order, etc.), has it not?

  • Abbreviated Three-Pointer: Canadian Clubbed

    Regular Season Game #77, Home Game #38: Toronto 111, Minnesota 100

    1. The Kids Are Alright, Part 729

    For a variety of reasons I wasn’t able to make it to the Target Center until 4 minutes were left in the third period tonight and the Wolves were up four. Since there was no television coverage, this will be an abbreviated trey. Comments are welcome, and for a change of pace I’ll use point three to address some of the questions from respondants in the previous post.

    Shortly after I’d arrived and was straining to catch up with the ongoing flow and nuances, all the things that accrete when you see the whole game (which is why it’s so important to catch it from tap to buzzer), there was a moment that made me feel good about the future. Craig Smith and Rashad McCants were fighting each other for a defensive rebound and contested the ball out of bounds. An exasperated Smith sternly told McCants something to the effect that, “I was telling you I had it!” and was about to launch into a second sentence when McCants just casually put out his hand in apology. Smith just as casually grabbed it for a second, stopped talking and let it–the hand and the subject–go. The very next possession, Davis was on the low left block (the KG spot, except he was on the bench) and Smith cut baseline and got the feed. At the time, Smith was 8-9 FG and having a marvelous game, so the Raptors bum-rushed his baseline penetration from all angles. Smith teased it right until he was under the hoop–and then zipped a pass to a wide open McCants in the corner, who promptly buried the three-pointer.

    Neither Smith nor McCants are perfect players. Tonight, and increasingly throughout the season, Smith has become a drama queen when he believes he isn’t getting calls from the officials (as if an undersized rookie who is fond of drawing charges and using his big butt for textbook box-outs is going to have it easy with the refs). For McCants’s part, he was scoreless until 1:24 remained in the 3rd, and then erupted with a series of impressive drives and jumpers (for their strength, agility, and savvy) to rack up 11 points over the next four minutes. But during and shortly after that marvelous spurt, he played some of his worst defense of the year, frequently forgetting to close out his man in the corner (ditto Ricky Davis–Trenton Hassell was the only one who did, although I didn’t see any of Marko’s minutes). I’m hoping that as McCants retrieves his sublime athleticism, he doesn’t forget the superb D that has made him so valuable despite not being 100 percent physically. But seeing the way Smith and McCants handled their little misunderstanding, that was a comfortable sign of mutual maturity.

    2. Sam Mitchell Would Make a Nice Timberwolves Coach, eh?

    When the final horn had sounded and the Raps had rung up 38 points in the final quarter to beat the Wolves for the sixth straight time under Sam Mitchell (he has never lost to his former team), Wolves owner Glen Taylor scurried over and gave Mitchell a warm handshake and spoke with him for a minute or so.

    It would be nice to start a rumor that Taylor wants Mitchell to come run the Timberwolves. After all, Mitchell is a free agent after this season, and had to endure lots of speculation about how he would be gone by Christmas this season, if not before, pushed out by new Toronto GM Colangelo, who would obviously want his own man. People remembered Mitchell’s run-in with Rafer Alston and his hard, abrasive ways with last year’s team. They figured he was on his way out. Now Mitchell will get some consideration for coach of the year, having guided the injury-wracked Raptors to 45 wins and counting, with a favorable matchup with the depleted Wizards a distincts possibility in the playoffs. It is Mitchell’s time to call the tune in Toronto and it might be delicious to take a lucrative deal somewhere else… like in his old stomping grounds of Minnesota, guiding his most renowned protege, Kevin Garnett, who frequently cites Mitchell as an invaluable mentor when the two were teammates.

    It almost certainly won’t happen, of course. This franchise seems committed to Randy Wittman, Mitchell knows and likes his current team after a tumultuous first couple of years, and Mitchell and former Raptors GM (and current Wolves assistant GM) Rob Babcock weren’t the best of buddies during their stint together up north. But one can dream…

    Anyway, I hadn’t talked to Mitchell since he came to town in his rookie year as coach two seasons ago, and then only briefly, so I figured I’d skip the Wolves post-game and shake his hand and offer my congrats on his stellar season. I do my best not to feign friendships with millionaire athletes because I loathe jock-sniffers and also worry about it compromising my coverage. But I’d covered Sam Mitchell’s long tenure with the Wolves for all but the first year he was in town, and, like everybody else, had a pleasantly contentious back-and-forth with the guy over the way I’d ask questions or apprach the game. And he had a habit of confirming suspicions or theories I had about the internal workings of an often dysfunctional franchise without actually coming out and saying so–he was a smart and good source. Besides, there was another sportswriter who wound up being very good friends with Mitchell, to the point where Mitchell was the best man at his wedding. And on two occasions, including a Roy Hargove gig at the Dakota, we all went out and socialized.

    Anyway, Sam came out and gave a gracious postgame media chat, praising his team for sucking it up in the fourth quarter of a back to back, and indicting the Wolves perimeter D by lavishly lauding his own players, TJ Ford and Jose Calderon: “TJ and Jose: 29 points, 17 assists and 3 turnovers from the point guard spot. What can I say?”

    Then the Q&A was over and Sam offered hearty greetings to Tom Hanneman and sports columnist Larry Fitzgerald, and Terrell, the former PR liaison for the Wolves who had stopped by, and former Raptors assistant coach cum Fox Sports commentator Mike McCollow. A couple of times his eyes flitted my way, almost enough for me to extend my hand and congratulate him, ask him how the kids were doing, the usual. But it soon became obvious to me that Sam couldn’t place me; that he might be having this nagging feeling he knew who I was, but had forgotten at least my name if not the entire context by which he might know me, and just thought it better to ignore me. And I was trying to figure out how to still congratulate him without embarrassing the hell out of the both of us. I got my chance shortly after Mike James (who played for Mitchell last year) and his wife came by and had warm, playful words. I just stuck out my hand, said, “Britt Robson, Sam, and I just want to congratulate you on your season,” and split.

    Every now and then it is good to get your ego deflated a little bit, so you’ll remember who exactly you are, as compared to the famous athletes and coaches you rip or praise, and glean a smidgen of notoriety by association from along the way. I’m serious. It helps you concentrate on the things that matter, the passion and quality of what you have to say. So, it was awkward, but I don’t have to be buds with, or even recognizable to, Sam Mitchell to admire what he did as a player and what he has done as a coach. Congratulations, Sam. Wish you were here.

    3. Comments and Queries

    Shawn in Rochester asks if I think KG and/or Wittman agree with me that “KG + the kids” is the team’s best lineup. I think Garnett does. I suspect Wittman does. I know that Dwane Casey used to go crazy behind the scenes about Ricky Davis and yet still play him copious minutes. Davis has been even more inconsistent under Witt than he was under Casey. For instance, tonight he was fabulous, not only leading the team in scoring and assists, but warning KG that he had to go cover the baseline shooter in rotation–and sure enough, a Raptor squeezed off a trey a split second before KG arrived there after heeding Davis’s words and flying over. The part I don’t know is whether anyone within the franchise can see the forest for the trees after 77 games.

    Right on cue, Nate asks why the organization show more “tough love” on Davis. You’re preaching to the choir with that question, Nate, and it baffles me too. But maybe the answer is that RD is what he is, and you have to accept it. After all, he’s been dealt three times already. I know there is a large segment of fandom in Boston who really like Ricky’s game, and I daresay a similar, though perhaps smaller, throng of folks feel that way here. Maybe Davis isn’t teasing with his inconsistency–he’s just one of those guys who explode in a good way every now and then, and if you think there can be anything more, you’re deluding yourself.

    Born To Be Hated….(a name obviously connoting a McCants lover, since it is Shaddy’s tattoo saying) wants to know what kind of off-season moves this squad will make, and helpfully chimes in with the notion of getting rid of Mark Blount and getting something for Trenton Hassell. Quick answer is, I don’t have a clue what the franchise can do. First off, find out whether or not you have a draft pick. Second, find out, right after the final game, whether KG is still committed to the franchise, and, if not, how uncommitted he is–in other words, is making moves to placate him a doomed strategy? The draft pick and KG are two variables that determine every other move.

    Bottom line, Blount is untradeable but this squad cannot go another season without securing a reasonably good banger, whether or not KG stays. Hassell could fetch a decent player in return, and probably should go, unless Jaric is more highly valued. Finally, a decision has to be made on whether Randy Foye is this franchise’s point guard of the future or not. If so, maintain a crash course and stop supplementing him with shoot-oriented points like James and Huddy; get a quality mentor either on your roster or your coaching staff. If the conclusion is that Foye can’t be enough of a quality point guard to hold down that position, then either he or McCants need to be dealt and a point needs to be acquired. Time is a-wastin’ and KG isn’t getting any younger.

    Patrick thinks we’re playing the vets to showcase them. I think scouts are smarter than that. I firmly believe that Davis, James and Blount are all worth much less right now than they were on opening day. And I don’t think all the minutes in the world will appreciably boost their stock, and may very well hurt it.

  • The Horror…

    The horror.

    It’s always a dozen different kinds of bad omen when Big Sid takes the hill. We all knew going in there was no way in hell the ball club was going to get through this day without incurring casualties. Thing was, though, was that there was really no way any of us could have imagined things would go quite so wrong, or so wrong in such a hurry.

    Dude sweating like that gets everyone around him all jittery. You could tell right away the fellas were just hoping like hell he’d be showered and dressed by the time they got to the clubhouse.

    No worries there, of course, but that don’t stop folks from worrying all the same.

    Kurtz: Are my methods unsound?

    Willard: I don’t see any method at all, sir.

  • The Three-Pointer: Cat and Mouse With Draft Pick

    Regular Season Game #75, Road Game #39, Minnesota 99, New York 94
    Regular Season Game #76, Home Game #37, New Orleans 96, Minnesota 94

    1. Hitting The Semi-sweet Spot

    Timberwolves fans and management couldn’t have choreographed a better game than Saturday night’s entertaining loss to the Hornets. At this point in an already collapsed, disheartening season, where if the club falls out of the top ten picks in the draft it forfeits it to the Clippers via the terms of the Jaric trade, the unspoken goals in the remaining games are not to degrade yourself and the game by tanking, not to ruin your short-term chance at a quality collegian by winning, and to feel good about the way you are building for the future. That’s a convoluted, occasionally contradictory trifecta, especially for this team, whose better pieces to place around the superstar are kids. Improving the Foye-McCants-Smith axis with copious minutes, especially alongside KG, might also bag some inconvenient wins, and lose an another important building block that could otherwise entice Garnett not to opt out.

    This situation puts Wolves partisans in the awkward position of rooting for a bevy of good and great individual plays that reveal promise, improvement, and hope for the future, all the while inwardly urging that they don’t add up to a victory. And Saturday, the game unfolded exactly along those terms.

    The Wolves bomb home 14 treys in 23 attempts, deliver 27 assists on 35 baskets, put six players in double figures, with McCants and Foye 1-2 as scoring leaders, and wow the crowd with a fabulous second quarter in which the team goes 15-18 FG…and they still lose in the end. But not without a spirited attempt to snatch a victory. McCants and KG hit treys in the final 10 seconds, and Craig Smith’s prayer from 3/4 court clangs off the iron as the buzzer sounds. Perfect.

    And necessary, because the previous night the Wolves beat the Knicks, pulling ahead of them record-wise, and thus behind them in the draft pick sweepstakes. With the Knicks losing to Milwaukee in the second half and the Wolves up by six at the half, things looked grim for those who count ping pong balls as they go to sleep and dream about Oden, Durant and the rest in white, green, and blue. When it was over, the Knicks had triumphed in overtime to the more obviously tanking Bucks, and the Wolves had eased back into a tie with NY by dint of their very elegant second half fade.

    And how was that accomplished? Coach Randy Wittman did what many commentators-cum-tank-enablers in this space had urged him to do, and were perplexed that he wasn’t doing earlier: Playing Garnett fewer minutes. KG sat down with the squad down a point with 1:22 to play in the third. Even when Mark Madsen picked up his 4th and 5th fouls in the first 5 minutes of the 4th, KG stayed put–this after getting only 15:16 of burn in the first half. There were other subplots: Fox Sports had the bad timing to put an iso-camera on KG for the entire game, and his multi-year streak of consecutive games scoring in double figures was in jeopardy. When he finally checked in with but 5:42 to play, the Wolves were down 6, 80-86. It was barely enough.

    2. Mike James, Human Sieve

    No one can accuse Minnesota’s starting point guard of sabotaging the squad’s chance at bagging that draft pick. Mike James had a wonderfully energetic first quarter Saturday night, blowing up for 13 of the team’s 21 points via 5-9 FG (3-5 from trey land), and twirling up three dimes besides. In other words, James had a hand in all but two of Minnesota’s points in the game’s opening 12 minutes. This came on the heels of a 7-point first quarter versus the Knicks on Friday, when James helped propel the squad to a 14 point lead before sitting with a minute and a half to go in the first.

    Yes, let’s keep starting Mike James. And then sit him down for the other three quarters. The guy’s defense is Troy Hudson terrible, and that, folks, is very bad. James doesn’t usually play in the second quarter, nor the fourth, properly ceding it to Randy Foye. But that third quarter….Friday night against the Knicks, Nate Robinson came out and just torched James for 15 points on 5-5 FG in 8:57 of play, the main reason why a 18-point halftime lead shrunk to 6 before Wittman mercifully subbed in Foye. For the remaining 15:03, Robinson scored 6 on 2-6 shooting.

    Coincidence? On Saturday, Chris Paul was 5-5 FG in the 23:12 James played him, and 1-7 the rest of the time with Foye the primary opponent on D. In the past two third quarters, point guards have scored 25 points and shot 9-9 FGs in the 20:09 James was supposed to be guarding them, and the Wolves were -19 during that stretch. One way to look at it is that James’s nonexistent defense is costing his team a point for every third quarter minute he plays. It wasn’t too hard to figure out the main source of KG’s ire when he said after the Knicks game, “I don’t know how many first-teamers want to play defense out there, but I know I’m one of them.”

    3. Silver Linings

    A couple months back I openly wondered if Foye and McCants could juggle their egos well enough to coexist synergistically in the same backcourt. The answer in the past two weeks has been a resounding yes. Latest evidence: Saturday’s 36-point second quarter blitz that saw Shaddy and Foye each go off for a dozen on 9-11 FG (4-5 from 3), a combined 6 assists and 2 turnovers.

    Nice to see Trenton Hassell at least somewhat escape the doghouse over the weekend with a pair of strong efforts. Hassell was the third leg in the triangle with Foye and McCants in the third period on Saturday, getting 10 points on 5-6 FG. He and McCants were tied with a team-high +16 for those two games. I wonder if Randy Wittman defenders will spin Hassell’s resurgence as a response to the coach’s discipline, specifically his sitting him for all of the Orlando game, 3/4 of the Miami game, and putting McCants ahead of him in the second-line rotation when the starters rest. If so, may I suggest Witt try it with Ricky Davis, who after blowing up for 36 points in a stirring victory in Orlando has gone -35 over the last three games, a span in which the Wolves as a whole are -10. That’s -35 in the 85:02 Davis played the past three, versus +25 the 58:58 Davis sat. But by all means, bench Trenton Hassell.

    Finally, kudos to Garnett for stepping up big time and guarding centers when Wittman wisely goes to the younger, smaller roster at crunch time. His defense on Eddy Curry cinched the game and led to a bevy of Curry fouls and turnovers. His play on Marc Jackson and just his low-post shot-blocking presence in general on Saturday compensated for his scattershot offense.

  • Yowza!

    I’m suddenly all in favor of giving Johan Santana all the extra time he needs between starts.

    Do you ever just pause for a moment and, out of sheer gratitude that this guy is pitching for the Minnesota Twins, show your teeth to whatever sort of god you might (or might not) believe in?

    You should.

    Both of Justin Morneau’s home runs this season, including today’s three-run shot off Sox rookie John Danks, have come against lefties. That’s not an aberration; last year Morneau hit .315 and launched 13 of his 34 home runs against left handers (.325 w/21 HRs vs right handers).

    Compare his righty-lefty splits with Cleveland’s Grady Sizemore (who hit just .214 with ten homers vs lefties in 2006 –compared with .329 and eighteen HRs vs right handers) or Chicago’s Jim Thome (.236 with six HRs vs southpaws, .321 w/36 HRs vs righties).

    Hell, Tom Kelly would platoon both those guys.

  • Ugly All Day

    Sure, a pat on the back to Carlos Silva. That was a decent outing all around, particularly given the conditions (even though I’d think such conditions could possibly be beneficial to a sinkerball pitcher like Silva, presuming that Silva still is a sinkerball pitcher). It would have been nice if he could have been a bit more efficient with his pitches and hung around longer than five innings, but given the hullabaloo about the guy even getting a spot in the rotation I think everybody has to be pretty happy about the Jackal’s 2007 debut.

    The Cuddyer base running gaff in the second (the Twins had the bases loaded with one out and Cuddyer started to trot home after Jason Tyner’s pop-out to short and was doubled off third) was an inexcusable brain cramp, but did anyone else wonder what Scott Ullger was doing on that play? I mean, shit, the third base coach is standing there maybe five or ten feet away; doesn’t he say something? Doesn’t he shout something? Shouldn’t he be talking to Cuddyer both before and after the pitch? It sure seems to me that he should have been. Otherwise what the hell is he out there for?

    Poor Ullger is off to a tough start, and he’s already making many fans nostalgic for the days of Al “Send ‘Em All Home” Newman.

    Who knows if the play ultimately had any effect on the game’s outcome; the Twins couldn’t do anything offensively against Javier Vazquez.

    Point of pride: At least none of the Twins were wearing those ridiculous hooded wet suits that were favored by a number of the White Sox.

    Finally, I’m starting to get a little nervous about Minnesota’s handling of Johan Santana this early in the season. Why all the concern about getting him extra rest?

  • What The Hell?

    You gotta be kidding me? They postponed the game in Chicago because the forecast was for “cold and blustery” weather? They made this decision in the late morning or early afternoon?

    I just checked three different reports and not one of them said anything about rain.

    Come on. It’s April. It’s the freaking Windy City. Bundle up and play ball.

    Pussies.

    Now how the hell am I supposed to piss away a Friday night? I guess I’ll just stumble around my apartment listening to T.Rex and gobbling microwave burritos and Swedish Fish.