Showing posts with label playoffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playoffs. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2012

Levels of Clutch


“Yo, where are all the new DJLR’s?”

“Dude, you haven’t written a new DJLR since ‘Nam.  GET ON IT!”

“WRITE ANOTHER DJLR OR I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!”

This is just some of the feedback that I wish I were getting for not having written a new column approximately 18 days*. 

**The last one I actually did get, but it was from my 11-year-old brother who doesn’t actually read the posts he just “likes the funny pictures about that douche bag LeBron.”  I’ve taught him well**


It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write one (I’ve been working on this idea for like a month); but I was doing nothing.  I know that sounds contradictory, but have you ever actually done nothing?  No obligations, nobody to answer to, just you, your pool, your friends, a couple great movies, and Bill Simmons’ Book of Basketball

It’s like a vacation except better.  When you go away on vacation you’re obligated to “do things” because of the “How Could You Waste Your Days in Such a Beautiful Place Doing Nothing?” effect.  When people ask you what you did on your trip to Italy, you don’t want to say “I did nothing,” so you wake up early and spend your days taking half-hearted tours of Rome from a guide who uses antiquated American slang words like “groovy,” which is funny for the first hour but once you get to Hour 5 you just want to throw him off the top of Saint Peter’s Basilica and hope you don’t burn in hell for it. 

Sometimes you just have to do nothing for a while and recharge your batteries.  I needed this nothing time… badly, which is why this Memorial-Day-Weekend-Extended-by-Senior-Cut-Day was so clutch.  Wait a minute…

What is “clutch?” What’s the difference between “Badly Needed Do Nothing Weekend” clutch and, say, “Kobe Bryant Fourth Quarter” clutch?  Is one more valuable than the other?  Am I just forcing a transition here even though there’s no correlation whatsoever?  Let’s find out:


LEVELS OF CLUTCH:


In every sport there are games, possessions, and plays that matter more than others.  In honor of the 2012 NBA Playoffs we’re going to use basketball as our baseline, but the Levels of Clutch (patented, trademarked, not available for resale without the express written consent of DJLR Sports) can apply to any sport and even some real life situations.  We’ll start from the bottom and work our way up…

12. Just No – The name says it all.  You don’t want him anywhere near the ball.  Period. When the fourth quarter comes around tie this guys arms and legs together with heavy duty rope and chain him to a metal chair… in a maximum-security jail cell… at the bottom of the ocean… in space.
Example: Johan Petro (New Jersey Nets)  Who is that?  Exactly.



11. Regular Season Hero – This guy gets it done in the regular season.  He doesn’t have to be spectacular, but he’s at least a serviceable player on a playoff team. However, for some inexplicable reason, he breaks down in the playoffs.  There’s no feasible reason as to why his play is falling off except the fact that each game matters more and he can’t handle the pressure.
Example: Steve Novak* (New York Knicks)

**In Novak’s defense, the Heat smothered him at the three-point line and he literally didn’t have time to release the ball, but the fact that he only attempted seven three pointers in the entire series is inexcusable**


10. $0.75 – This guy right here plays well in first three quarters but comes up short when it matters most.  LeBron has been the butt of many of these “short one quarter” jokes, but in reality LeBron has proven that he can be “the guy” in the fourth quarter several times during his career.  Remember Game 2 in the 2009 Eastern Conference Finals against the Magic?  He may not have the relentless need to win that Jordan had, but he has made big shots.
Example: perceived LeBron James (Miami Heat)


9. Put Your Money Where Mouth Is – In the midst of a media frenzy about the player (trade rumors, off the court issues, inability to play on team that he is on, etc.) the player comes up big to prove that “haters gonn' hate.”  He has a memorable game to dispel all criticism and lets his performance speak for itself
Example: Rajon Rondo (Boston Celtics) in what Bill Simmons dubbed his “DON’T FUCKING TRADE ME!” game  (18 PTS, 17 REB, 20 AST)


8. Present! – The player shows up BIG in an important game when a key player goes down to injury or suspension.  The player knows “this game is on me, if I don’t have a great game, my team will lose.”
Example: Paul Pierce (Boston Celtics) in Game 2 of the Celtic’s first round series against the Hawks when he scored 36 points and grabbed 18 rebounds (after Rondo was suspended for bumping an official LOL). 



7. Must or Bust– The player has stellar performance in a “must win” game (even though its not technically must win, just “it would be a really good idea if we won this game or else we’re going to be in a bad situation”)
Example: LeBron James (Miami Heat) in Game 4 in the Heat’s second round series against the Pacers (40 PTS, 18 REB, 9 AST)


6. Elimination Sensation– The player plays well in elimination game that’s not Game Seven (etc. game 4, 5, 6).  He wills his team to win and extends the team’s season if not only for a couple more days.  If his team makes it to Game 7 then it becomes…


5. Seventh Heaven – Two words every sports fan lives for: Game. 7.  Well favorite word/number combination if you’re being technical.  This guy delivers when there’s only one game that decides who’s moving on and who’s going home crying [insert Chris Bosh crying joke]. 
Example: Bill Russell (Boston Celtics) in Game 7 of the 1962 NBA Finals (30 points, 40 rebounds)

**Sidenote: Is this not the creepiest picture you've ever seen? Russell looks like a cross between Golum from Lord of the Rings and a pedophile luring a child in with candy** 

4. FINALly – AKA Finals MVP, this player steps up his game when title is on the line.  The stage is never bigger, the lights are never brighter, the girls are never hotter, and he shows everybody why they pay him the big billz.
Example: James Worthy (Los Angeles Lakers) 1988 Finals MVP (had a triple double in Game 7)


3. The Closer – The Closer is the person who finishes off the game for you.  He takes control with two minutes left and gives everybody in the stadium the same feeling: “he’s got this.”  He is never more comfortable and he seems to make every right decision down the stretch.  He fills the other team’s fans with dread while giving his own fans a feeling of comfort, like a mother tucking her children in at night and kissing them on the forehead.
Example: Chris Paul (Los Angeles Clippers)


2. Ultimate Final Touch Clutch – it’s the last shot, who do you want to be the last person to touch the ball before the clock hits 0:00?  It’s the truest definition of the word clutch.
            Example: Michael Jordon (Chicago Bulls), Larry Bird* (Boston Celtics)

**I hate the Celtics, but the Legend was a boss. My all time favorite story about him: in the first ever NBA Three Point Contest in 1986, Bird walks into the locker room and says to his competitors “Alright, who’s playing for second?”  The Legend then proceeds to sink 11 straight three pointers en route to winning his first of three consecutive NBA Three Point Contests.**

1. The Brian Scalabrine – AKA the White Mamba AKA the God is all of these clutches put together, strikingly handsome, ridiculously skilled, but his coach doesn’t put him in the game because it would be unfair to the other team. 


**Note: A player can be more than one clutch at a time.  For example, Bill Russell’s 40-30 performance in Game 7 of the 1962 Finals was FINALly Seventh Heaven and LeBron's game-winning shot against the Magic in Game 2 of the 2009 Eastern Conference Finals showed a flash of Ultimate Final Touch Clutch in addition to Must or Bust.**

If you have your own level of clutch (and it’s actually good), send it to dkatz24@gmail.com and you have a chance to win fabulous cash prizes (not really though, but it might you might get a shoutout or a hug or something)


Shoutout to K-Dawg, T-Skillet, and Gray Hound McDougle

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

My Newfound Appreciation for Hockey


Let’s be honest for a second: I used to hate hockey.  Seriously, like, absolutely despise it. I’d actually told my friends that day I did a hockey column was the day I’d do 100 pushups with a midget on my back.  If I ever made an ESPN 30 for 30 entitled True Life: These Sports Suck Dick (a Spike Lee joint) the list from really bad to unwatchable would go:
            5. Lumberjacking
            4. Bass Fishing
            3. Bowling
            2. Hockey
            1. NASCAR

I didn’t hate the game itself because I never really watched it; I just hated how much time it took up in SportsCenter.  At least ESPN respected the fact that lumberjacking, fishing, bowling, and (most of the time) NASCAR were incapable of producing highlights, and thus, should not be talked about ever, but hockey was a different story.  I would turn on ESPN when I got home from practice or an SAT class, anxious to see highlights from the Knicks game that I missed, and on the side bar there was nothing but “Bruins vs. Flyers,” “Penguins vs. Rangers,” “Latest on Sidney Crosby’s Inflamed Vagina,” with Knicks highlights nowhere to be seen.

I thought when Matthew Barnaby got fired after almost beating his wife and getting a DUI, ESPN would drop their little “hockey project.”  However, this somehow made things even worse.  The hockey highlights kept coming, and Barry Melrose realized, “Hey, now that Barnaby is gone I’ve got this whole hockey highlight job to myself!  Why don’t I wear uglier suits, double the hair gel, and act uncomfortably creepy towards all of the female SC Top 10 Highlights interns? What is ESPN gonna do, eh? I’m the only option they’ve got!”

#staycreepin
Hockey just started to get bigger and bigger until finally… BOOM.  Playoff hockey.  Now that the Rangers are finally relevant again, the New York’s attitude towards the sport has changed accordingly and the spotlight has shifted.  I couldn’t even go to my friends’ houses without them popping in NHL 12 or showing of their new Boyle jersey.  

Finally, I caved.  My dad had been a Rangers fan all his life, and, as if by the work of the hockey gods (to whom I was atheist towards until recently), I found a signed Brian Leetch stick while looking for a sweatshirt in my closet… how it got there, I’ll never know.  Anyway, all of these Rangers omens (and the fact that the Islanders* weren’t good enough to make the playoffs) prompted me to become a Ranger fan. 


**Sidenote: One of the worst sports team names ever; up there with the UC-Santa Cruz Banana Slugs, the Webster University Gorlocks, and the Butte Pirates… It’s a high school team… You just can’t make this shit up.**

I watched Game 3 of the Rangers’ Round One series against the Senators with a semi-open mind, like you’re listening to a story that your unfunny friend is telling you.  He starts off “Dude, the fuuuuniest thing just happened to me…” so you hope that it’s good because you don’t want to get bored, but at the same time it’s your unfunny friend… how funny could it actually be?  Well in this case “the fuuuuuuniest thing” that just happened to your unfunny friend turns out to be the funniest thing you’ve heard since Ethan Albright’s letter to John Madden.

This was my beginning of my love affair with hockey.  I started watching the Rangers game during the first period and couldn’t turn it off until I had finished three repeats of the postgame show.  It was just sooo entertaining.  I couldn’t relax at all.  Even the commercials were stressful.  The fast pace, the shots, the fights, the power plays, the losing track of where the puck is, the elation after a Ranger goal… it was insane!!!! The tension was the same as being on a very slow ascent to the top of a super tall roller coaster and every goal was like going down the coaster.  If your team scores it’s the greatest ride of your life, but if the other team scores it’s like you threw up on the way down just as the snap Coaster Cam took your picture. 

Looking back, I don’t know how I could ever have hated hockey as much as I did. I mean, it has the tactical importance of soccer, but instead of lightweight runners on a field, it’s freakishly big/athletic football players on ice.  Oh and did I mention that fighting is technically “legal” and doesn’t result in suspensions?  To top it all off, most of the postgame interviews with players sound like Soviet KGB interrogations. 

Reporter: “So, Alex, how do you feel about tonight’s win?”

Ovechkin: “Tonight’s victory was very pleasing to me and my team.  I am look forward to next game, as well as future goal of championship.  Now come Olaf, we have much Uranium to find.  Transmission terminated.”


I can’t believe how long I’ve been missing this… Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a midget to find.


Shoutout to Chizzy Bang for the tix to watch the Devils lose, B-Rod Skeeter, and Heiny Lund

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