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You would have thought that Jason Terry could have found a way to hit one more three-pointer in a 122-86 victory to make the NBA Playoffs record all his own. Instead his nine treys tied Rex Chapman, Vince Carter and Ray Allen for the most ever in a postseason game. So he will have to settle for hitting 9-for-10 from behind the arc while setting the “times running down the court pretending to be an airplane” record. As JA Adande cleverly put it, the “Lakers are letting Jason Terry turn this place into DFW airport today.” Pretty good consolation prize, I suppose.

Nevertheless, below is video evidence of all nine of Jason’s treys.

The kick-out pass that Dirk makes on the first one might be the most perfect pass I’ve ever seen. Perfect parabola into Terry’s shooting pocket.

This is a highly underrated aspect of setting up teammates. People concentrate on assists and fancy-pants dishes, but in many instances, a shooter will have to, even if ever so slightly, adjust to the pass and regather himself before letting it fly. These guys are pros so, when open, they still often hit the shot. But when a guy like Dirk makes a pass like this to a shooter like Terry, we may as well give Dirk two of the three points. Everyone in the building knew this one was about to become the FourSquare mayor of twine-ville before Terry even started his release. That’s all Dirk. Very Steve Nashian work by the big German.

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Deron’s Filthy Crossover

by Jared Wade on October 16, 2010 at 11:43 am · 2 comments

Deron Williams has the best crossover in the NBA and it’s not remotely close.

Courtesy of NBA Offseason, I offer exhibit Y. Good luck with that, Steve.

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Hedo Gets Traded

by Jared Wade on July 14, 2010 at 11:44 am · 0 comments

The only thing that will ever be better than this video from The Basketball Jones is when Skeets grows out his hair and we get an ongoing series of Hedo and Steve Nash adventures. Serious, no haircuts, JE.

I’ll give you ’til January.

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The Continuation of an Era

by Noam Schiller on July 2, 2010 at 4:46 pm · 4 comments

Amar’e Stoudemire is leaving the Phoenix Suns.

The Suns have agreed to sign Hakim Warrick to a four-year, $18 million deal. Seeing how Warrick plays Amar’e’s position, and given the financial burden of signing him and retaining Channing Frye with a five-year, $30 million deal, Amar’e is pretty much out. As of Friday, July 2, it seems as if he will be going to the New York Knicks with a shiny new five-year, near-$100 million contract. However, given the nature of these things, that is hardly set in stone. Amar’e could still end up in Miami, Chicago, New Jersey or some weird sign-and-trade destination (Houston and Cleveland have reportedly shown interest). Anywhere but Phoenix, really. Maybe even the moon.

But honestly, I don’t care about that.

I don’t care about 27-year-old power forwards who spend 8 years with one franchise, see that franchise stick by them through one of the most daunting operations in all of sports (microfracture surgery) and another, bizarre injury that leads to them playing with goggles (goggles!), see that franchise give them the best teammate humanely possible and the best possible playing style (excluding that awful Terry Porter stint), allow that teammate and that style to mold them into one of the best big men in this game, and then bolt because their pride was hurt when they were only offered $96 million to play basketball for the next five years. Those insolent, Phoenix McScrooges. How dare they.

To be fair, though, I also don’t care for the Suns in this saga. I can’t condone a franchise who dangles a young man back and forth for years, almost trading him for everything from Kevin Garnett to Al Jefferson to J.J. Hickson, repeatedly throwing him under the bus while still holding on with one arm, and reminding him that every dollar he gets is another dollar they refuse to use to enhance the supporting cast around him and the aforementioned teammate.

No, I don’t care for either side here. Both of them are right so little and wrong so often, that the antagonism flows like money to an unproven power forward in the summer. What I care for is the short, floppy haired, Canadian two-time MVP, who — at age 36, with no ring to his name or in his near future — is once again forced to make something out of nothing.

The greatest movie of all time starts with the immortal Scar saying “life’s not fair.” Well, sports are rarely fair either. If they were, we wouldn’t be talking about money and championships, because every single player in the league would finish every single season with a participation trophy, a popsicle, and a pat on the back. But sometimes, the best guys are thrust into the worst circumstances, and we are left with no alternative to sulking in the corner and complaining.

And you know what the worst thing about this is? That while you, me, every Suns fan, every Steve Nash fan and every proponent of justice will do just that, the only one who will refuse to sulk in the corner and complain is Steve Nash himself. If anything, Steve will look even happier, express his gratitude towards Amar’e for 6 years of fruitless cooperation, and say he’s looking forward to playing with Hakim Warrick.

And he’ll mean it. He loves the game, loves his teammates that much. Heck, he could actually pull off this Hakim Warrick crap. If Warrick averages 25 points and 12 rebounds a game next season, while suddenly shooting 62% from three-point range, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised. That’s what Steve Nash does. He makes his teammates happy, turns rosters from barren fields into booming, blossoming crops of talent.

However, it’s just not enough. Because to win titles, you need more than a magician. You need those lucky breaks that Steve never had, for whatever reason. It’s fun to say that the true greats always get those breaks, always get the right teammates, always luck into walking on the golden path instead of falling into the insurmountable abyss. If you decorate your statements with enough exclamation marks and capital letters and words like “FACT” or “PERIOD,” people might even buy it. But the truth is that sometimes luck is just that: luck. A statistical fluke. A coin that lands on the same side five times in a row, only to land on tails when you finally call heads.

Well, Steve just lost the coin toss. Again. The fluke to end all flukes. For the fourth time, an All-Star teammate has walked out on his team because … well … um … I have no idea. Just think about that. How many players even get to play with four All-Stars in their lifetime? Well, Steve fell on the four whose priorities have “I have no idea what I’m thinking” over winning, over playing with the best teammate of our generation. This comes after a run in which his team has sold multiple draft picks/productive role players for nothing, let go of a revolutionary coach in Mike D’Antoni (although we’re still not sure if that was to the detriment of the team or not, given how good Alvin Gentry has been at the helm), and has been knocked out of the Playoffs by Joe Johnson breaking his face, Amar’e’s microfracture surgery, two suspensions, a Tim Duncan three-pointer and a Ron Artest putback off a Kobe Bryant airball. Not to mention the multiple gashed/broken/severely deformed noses, the hip-check-into-the-scorer’s-table, and the black-eye-swollen-shut that he suffered while trying to win anyway.

Steve Nash. Where lightning strikes again and again and again and again.

So yes, Amar’e is leaving. The longtime co-pilot has followed the path of many a former wingman, seeking greener pastures but — if history holds — on the verge of failing miserably. The only current Phoenix Sun who was on the squad when the Dallas Mavericks let Nash go is Leandro Barbosa, whose best years seem behind him (I use the word “seem” because I like Leandro and hope that his diminished form truly is the result of ankle injuries that are now in the past).

But even though the biggest constant of Nash’s second Phoenix Suns stint is now gone — and at 6’10”, 249 pounds, Amar’e is a pretty big constant — things are still the same. The Suns will play the happiest basketball in the league, everybody will be shocked at how good their seemingly average role players are, Hakim Warrick will get several most improved player votes, and the Suns will walk into the playoffs with an abundance of “IS THIS THE YEAR?!” stories, before suffering a heartbreaking loss. And they will lose. You know it, I know it, they know it. Hakim Warrick is just as capable of losing track defensively of Pau Gasol as Amar’e was, just as capable of missing huge rebounds and going 7 for 20 in the deciding game of the Conference Finals. And next summer, they will lose another key contributor (Grant Hill to retirement? Jason Richardson to free agency?) and we will be in the exact same spot.

Steve Nash will still be smiling in the US Airways Center, whether it’s after a marvelous pass to a cutting Robin Lopez or lying on his back on the sidelines, rooting for that plucky bench unit. He will continue to do things we never thought possible, playing basketball at the highest level into his late 30s, making nifty layups over the tallest athletes in the world, prompting millions of “OMG I LOVE STEVE NASH HE’S THE BOMBZ!!!!111” articles and tweets by the hour.

And he’ll do it without winning his ring.

No, this is not the end of the Amar’e era. It’s the continuation of the Steve Nash era. An era responsible for some of the funnest basketball in all time — and for the six-year lump in my throat.

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Kobe and Nash

It seems kind of unfair that after finally beating the team they could never go by, the Phoenix Suns still have such a long, long way to go.

And because they’re up against the Lakers, we should probably add the word long one more time, just for good measure.

Long.

Yes, the stories about how long, and tall, and big the Lakers are keep flowing in — and for good reason. They just are. Starting two 7-footers isn’t something you see from every team, especially not from a team whose first guy off the bench is 6’11″. And it’s not the kind of moot length you get from players like Yi Jianlin or Spencer Hawes; no, this is the length that dominates opposing frontcourts, knocking them out of the playoffs, leaving behind a path of broken hearts and failed attempts at defensive rebounds.

That length should be a problem. The Suns have always had problems with it. These same Lakers took the Suns to 7 games in 2006, only it wasn’t the length of Pau Gasol and Andrew Bynum that they were utilizing, it was that of Odom and Kwame Brown. And while these Suns are nothing like those Suns – they didn’t even have Amar’e that year – Pau and Bynum are quite an upgrade over Kwame Brown.

Then again … these aren’t the same Suns. Wait, did I already say that?

Yes, these Suns are different than any Suns team we’ve seen in the past. These Suns defend. These Suns are deep. These Suns do all that other stuff that we said before the San Antonio series and have said even louder ever since. These Suns do stuff that makes you say, “you know what, I think the Suns can do it.” And it’s the same stuff that makes other people reply, “you know what, you could be right.”

Because once you look past that length, these Suns have everything – everything – a team needs to beat these Lakers.

Speedy point guards who can torch Derek Fisher? Steve Nash is one of the best in the game, and he is spelled by a player so fast he was nicknamed “The Brazillian Blur” and by the newly crowned Goran “The Dragon” Dragic Jordan. Shooters who can spread the floor? The aforementioned Nash/Barbosa/Dragic trifecta, Jason Richardson, Jared Dudley and Channing Frye. Strong, long defensive swingmen, who can at the very least stay with Kobe and contest his mid-range game? Grant Hill and Dudley. A dominant offensive big man who can draw fouls on the Bynums and the Gasols? We give you the post-trade deadline Amar’e Stoudemire. An offense that should be able to score against that suffocating, LA defense? If they can’t, nobody can. Not to mention that other-worldly chemistry, that always prevails over groups who aren’t as tightly knit (or so we’re told).

On paper, they should have a shot. Except for that length. Can they handle it?

The truth is, at this point, we just don’t know. Because – and I hate coming back to these same two points – we have yet to see what this version of Phoenix basketball is capable of.

Will they have Robin Lopez back? Will Amar’e continue to give a crap on defense? Will Channing Frye draw the LA big men out to the three-point line, opening the paint? Will the Suns just go small and blow LA out of the water? More importantly, can the Suns just go small and blow LA out of the water?

Conventional wisdom answers none of those questions, except perhaps the first one, which gets a “but Lopez will be rusty” asterik at the end. Conventional wisdom also says that the Suns don’t sweep the Spurs and don’t win 22 of their last 26 games, so you could see how hesitant I am to listen to it.

While getting caught up in Sunsarebackmania, however, it’s important that we don’t take the Lakers for granted. Because these Lakers are perfectly capable of playing both much better and much worse than they’ve played so far in this postseason. They’ve already done both – dominating four games against the Jazz (all games were fairly close, but apart from Game 3, was the result ever in doubt?) and Game 5 against the Thunder, but seeming very vulnerable for the other five OKC games.

Which Lakers show up this time? Who knows. They could go down low to Bynum and Gasol, exploiting the Phoenix frontline, playing their offense, moving the ball in that sort of way that makes spectators drool and coaches jealous of the talent Phil Jackson gets to work with. Or, Kobe could try to single-handedly avenge his two previous playoff losses to the Suns and play the hero. That might work in and of itself, with how he stepped up his game against Utah. Though it should be mentioned that the Jazz had bad matchups for him without Kirilenko. While, of course, considering that even good matchups for Kobe are matchups that you’re going to lose.

And if that last paragraph seemed to involve way too many conditionals and side-notes, that’s because it did. These are your 2009-2010 Los Angeles Lakers: the team that can but, on any given night, might spontaneously decide not to.

Of course, conventional wisdom might once again try and force itself into the conversation and remind us that the Lakers tend to get better as the playoffs go on. At which point we smack it in the head and tell it to stop ruining our premise.

All jokes aside – yes, last season’s Lakers got better the higher the stakes, with this year’s version seemingly following in their footsteps. And yet, the question must be asked: did they really face a team that was both talented enough and had the mental state needed to knock this team down?

These Lakers are so, so good that on most nights they win games on talent alone. And to take down that massive chunk of talent, a team has to have both a level of talent that, at the very least, approaches that of LA, and the mindset to utilize it. Last year, the only team facing the Lakers that came close to having both of these requirements were the Denver Nuggets, who — as we’ve seen this season — aren’t stable enough to maintain any mental state, let alone a positive one. And indeed, those Nuggets just lost it after four games.

This will probably be percieved as a shot at the Lakers, as an attempt to de-legitimize their title. Please understand that it isn’t. If anything, this is a compliment to LA – yes, in my opinion, they won the title last year without meeting a worthy adversary, but that’s only because they were so, so good that no adversary could possibly be worthy. And they won that title with me feeling that they could have played better. This year could be the same scenario: they could blow everybody out on talent alone. They could also run into that worthy adversary and blow them out of the water as well. All I’m saying is that it needs to happen before I’m absolutely sure that it will.

And I feel like these Suns could be that worthy adversary. There are a lot of ifs involved – if they don’t feel content with just being here (unlikely, with Steve Nash running the show); if they continue playing defense, specifically Amar’e and Frye; if Lopez returns and Amundson plays bigger than he is to round out that front court; if Jason Richardson doesn’t re-gain conciousness; if Steve Nash really is as great as we all know he is; if the Suns mental state isn’t diminshed by their lack of success against LA in the regular season (which really isn’t indicative of these two teams, since only one of those meetings came with Phoenix at their recent form and even then they were without Frye).

Really, anything could happen. Though the way some of these series have ended won’t show it, this Western Conference was extremely close from the get-go, and the matchups working in their favor had just as much to do with these two teams reaching the Conference Finals as them being the two best teams (again, not a knock – they are clearly the two best teams in the conference). That’s Playoff basketball for you: you never know how things will turn out until you have witnessed the match-ups.

And the match-up here is still inconclusive. While the Lakers have the far superior frontcourt – Bynum, Gasol and Odom should all be near-impossible for the Suns to stop if used correctly – the Suns have the far superior back court even though LA has Kobe. Fisher is that bad. And unlike against OKC, when Kobe took on the challenge of guarding Russell Westbrook, the Lakers won’t be able to guard those guards with Kobe, because (a) you can hide Fisher on Thabo Sefolosha, not on Jason Richardson/Grant Hill, and (b) Kobe’s defense on Westbrook consisted of giving him room and stopping his drives, but Nash has arguably the best pull-up jumper in the game. And while the Suns have such a deep bench that their Los Angeles counterparts seem even worse than usual in comparison, the Lakers have the better starting five and – more importantly – the best player.

So please take this prediction with a grain of salt. I’m picking the Lakers here because I think home court wins them Game 7 in an otherwise too-close-to-call afair, but anything can happen. Just like two of the four series in the previous round went against all bets. Just like series always have in years past.

Lakers in 7

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