“Who am I?” — Jason Bourne
Only reason I’m choosing to recap this game, or indeed this road trip, is that it’s been awhile, and I have some free time. The Warriors weren’t really tested on this trip, against some truly godawful teams. I don’t think it’s even possible for the bottom of the East to be worse than it is this season. Continue reading
I always used to say that losing Andrew Bogut’s services made Mark Jackson a better coach. With Steve Kerr, however, the opposite appears to be true. If you ask me, Kerr almost got the Warriors beat in a game they should have controlled. Continue reading
I thought before last season started that the Warriors were already a better team than the Clippers. All of the reasons I gave then still apply, but particularly the fact that the Clippers are terribly weak defensively on the wings. JJ Redick and Jamal Crawford — among the league’s worst. Matt Barnes appears to have fallen off the face of the earth. If the Clips don’t fix this situation, they’re in for a disappointing season. Continue reading
Were you among the many who concluded on the basis of game 2 that the Warriors had no shot against the Clippers in this series? Well, this game must have come as a surprise. Continue reading
I just woke up from a really cool dream. The Warriors were playing the Clippers, and they were running pick and roll the whole game. And the Clippers were blitzing Curry every time, and Curry did a great job drawing the blitz out and then hitting his big man wide open in the key, but weirdly, his big man wasn’t Bogut, it was David Lee, and Lee didn’t just stand there after he caught it, looking around for someone else to pass to, or waiting to hand it back off to Curry, no, Lee rumbled straight to the basket, and either finished the play himself, or passed it to a wide-open teammate for a dunk, and the Clippers were falling all over themselves trying to guard this unguardable pick and roll, this gorgeous sublimation of the art of basketball, and the Clippers were fouling out, and pointing fingers, and Doc Rivers was furiously calling timeouts, and…
Hey, wait… What? Continue reading
Huge win for the Warriors in what can aptly be described as the first playoff game of the season. Both teams desperately needed this game.
The game was so big, that Mark Jackson actually let the Warriors play. He is, in general, a much better coach when his big man options are limited. But he’s also to be credited for limiting the isolation offense in this game, and trusting his great passing team to create.
One big only, Draymond Green at the four.
Pick and roll after pick and roll after pick and roll. Relentless, all game long. (Wouldn’t it be nice to see this with David Lee playing?)
Scoring centers, busting the Curry blitz.
Jordan Crawford, taking over the second unit offense.
My version of the Warriors true identity. Continue reading
It will go completely unreported by the mainstream press, but it was Mark Jackson’s opening defensive game plan that nearly sunk the Warriors against the Blazers in this game. Continue reading
I’m not going to harp too much on the outcome of this game, because as the game wore on, it became apparent that the Warriors didn’t have the horses to go the distance. Actually, it was apparent as early as the first quarter, when Mark Jackson pulled Stephen Curry at 4:14. No way he does that if Curry’s 100% — he’s been playing the entire first quarter this season. And as even 5 yr. old Warriors fans know — better than anyone, in fact — no Stephen Curry, no win. Continue reading
I snarked pre-game on Twitter that the Warriors were finally playing a team that Mark Jackson knew how to match up against. I was referring of course, to Jackson’s penchant for playing big in crunchtime. And for using Andrew Bogut to close games. Even in the most obviously wrong situations, as against Toronto’s closing smallball frontline of Amir Johnson and Patrick Patterson. Jackson literally gave that game away. Continue reading
First off, I’d like to thank all the true connoisseurs of haiku who graciously bit their tongues after reading my last post. I have no pretensions to being a poet, nor of knowing how to write haiku. I simply had the idea to write a single, hopefully entertaining sentence about each Warriors player, rather than my usual verbose and repetitive paragraphs. (No one out there is as sick of my voice at this time as I am.) That led me, for better or worse, to haiku.
As for this game against the Knicks, it might seem like a run of the mill blowout of an absolutely wretched team, but I found in it several things that caught my interest. And so, hopefully with my little exercise in brevity carrying over a bit into my prose, here we go: Continue reading