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This Year Is Different (An Excerpt)

December 12, 2011 1 comment

“This Year Is Different” is published by Diversion Books and is available December 14, 2011. You can purchase it here.

By: Bob Sturm

It was a bit early to say the Mavericks had rewritten their legacy and reputation.

It was a bit early to say definitively the Mavericks were able to win road playoff games again.

It was a bit early to say the Mavericks no longer could be bullied in the postseason with physical and intimidating play.

It was a bit early to say the entire NBA was on notice.

But closing out Portland in six games with such tenacity and courage after a devastating Game 4 loss was a nice start in that direction.

Winning a playoff series should never be minimized. It had been five years since they’d won more than one, and now their prize was a meeting with the mighty Los Angeles Lakers. But the Mavericks would have a few days to catch their breath before that marquee battle. They could take pride in having outwrestled a very competitive Portland side that dragged them out into deep waters, knowing they were the survivors to reach the next shore.

“Tonight, Nowitzki, Kidd and Terry weren’t going to let us lose the game. It was simple as that,” Carlisle said. “There wasn’t going to be a miracle tonight. . . . Walking in this place and playing a playoff game is no fun, brother. This is the loudest place I’ve ever been. For our guys to hang in and be able to win in this environment is huge for us. To go through what we went through in Game 4, these things happen for a reason. But we feel our work has just begun.”

Nowitzki had both talked the talk and walked the walk. He scored 164 points in the six-game series — 60 more than his next-closest teammate, and never fewer than 20 in a game. With scoring totals of 28, 33, 25, 20, 25 and 33 against the Blazers, he was proving to be as deadly a weapon as in any point of his career. He had become that rare breed of player who could go on the road and make an entire arena groan when he released an open shot. When he started rolling, there was often no stopping him.

But Dirk would still need support. Perhaps his most dominating playoff series since 2006 had been in the Western Conference semifinals against Denver in 2009. Then, he amassed 172 points in just five games (28, 35, 33, 44 and 32), but Dallas lost the series. Nowitzki had delivered many times in many situations, but he could not single-handedly drag his team to victory. Neither could the Lakers’ Kobe Bryant before he was given proper help in 2008.

But perhaps this year truly was different. Nowitzki had battle-hardened, playoff-tested help. When his shot is falling, Terry can terrorize any opposing defense.Marion could lock down most top scorers and provide the loose-ball intangibles under the glass or in transition. Kidd’s vision and passing wisdom remained almost unparalleled. And then there was the big guy — Tyson Chandler — whose acquisition back in July 2010, frankly, disappointed many locals. Sure, he seemed to be an interesting player when healthy, but how excited could fans really get about a starting center who had started just 72 games in two years?

Well, they were excited now. And not just because Chandler wasn’t Erick Dampier. In the final two games of the Portland series, Chandler had realized all the potential that Cuban and Donnie Nelson had envisioned 9½ months earlier when they finalized the trade with Charlotte, beating Toronto to the punch. He not only had provided the best post play on both ends of the floor of any Dallas center in the “Dirk Era,” but he also appeared to be the William Wallace element the Mavericks always lacked. Chandler’s passion was undeniable, genuine and infectious.

Was he the alpha male? No, that was Dirk. But was he the guy who kept the bullies away from his buddies? Yes, he was.

A strange thing happened as Nowitzki left the court after Game 6. Many of  the Portland fans who had been rooting so hard against him suddenly showed their admiration and wished the big German continued success.

“They were great,” Nowitzki told Eddie Sefko of the Dallas Morning News. “When we won and were walking off the court, a lot of them were yelling, ‘Go beat L.A.!’”

Earning opposing fans’ respect and a ticket to the conference semifinals was nice, but Nowitzki had much more on his agenda.

“It’s a nice win, but, I don’t really want to overrate this win,” he told reporters. “Our goal the last five or six seasons was always a championship. When I first got to the Mavericks, our big goal was making the playoffs. That goal obviously changed. Once you’ve been in the playoffs a number of years, you want to win it all.

“We understand that to win it all, you’ve got to take the first step, and that’s winning the first round. So we feel good about that. But we know we have a long way to go.”

That Nowitzki and Terry could play such big roles in dispatching the Blazers seemed especially fulfilling to their coach.

“These guys have been here a long time,” Carlisle said. “It is so meaningful for them both to help us move on. . . . I have grown to love these guys so much, and what they stand for, and what they’ve been through over a period of time that extends long before I got here. . . . Our team is a true team.”

The Blazers had been stout first-round opponents, certainly no pushovers. Their team wanted a fight and offered one. Their arena set the benchmark for what loud could mean. They forced the Mavericks to come together as a squad and see just how much agony and heartbreak they could stand. This series had been an ideal proving ground for what was ahead.

Bob Sturm, a native of Sun Prairie, Wisconsin, and a graduate of Liberty University, has hosted his half of the Bob and Dan Show on Sportsradio 1310, The Ticket in Dallas, Texas, since 1999.  Bob has also worked in television sports and has written sports blogs and stories for the Dallas Morning News, D Magazine, and Fox Sports Southwest.  He and his wife, Sally, and three children, Madeline, Brett, and Justin, live in Lewisville, Texas. 


Sexy Sells

By: Nate Douglas

Four years ago, Michael Vick pleaded guilty to pitting dogs against each other.  In a country where puppies in a basket make up 53% of “Get Well” Hallmark card covers, this was not cool. Nike claimed, “We hold our spokespersons to the  highest of standards,” and promptly cut Vick  from being one of their athlete representatives.  Today,  however, Nike announced they were re-  signing Vick to a new endorsement deal.

Vick was quick to confess his sins when he came  out of the clink.  He did his token generic  services to humanity and under the careful (yet pleased) supervision of PETA, he adopted a  Scottish Terrier from the pound and named him  Sparky.  The NFL season started, Kevin Kolb was  concussed, and Vick started picking apart  opposing defenses like a 6-year old and a  booger.  Vick was back on the radar, putting up  numbers that would include him in the NFL  MVP conversation.  Less than a year later, Nike, suffering from short-term memory loss, signed him to a lucrative new deal because apparently he is now a spokesperson of high standards.

Nike’s smart.  Focus groups were solicited for feedback on a move such as this, and obviously the people they polled approved of such a move.  While some of the general public is of the “forgive and forget” mindset, most don’t really care.  Why?  Because we’re part of a culture that (for the most part) is pretty shallow.  McDonalds is our best selling restaurant chain, most of us drink Miller/Coors/Bud lite, and who cares if Just Go With It has a story that sucks, it prominently features Brooklyn Decker coming out of the ocean in slow motion.

We’ve seen Vick’s story in other athletes.  Kobe Bryant cheats on his wife and suffers through rape allegations.  Ben Roethlisberger really likes to party.  Alex Rodriguez admittedly shot up steroids, posed in front of a mirror and is generally just pig-headed.  LeBron got his own tv show, told Cleveland ‘screw you’ and then the next day at a rally told the other 29 NBA teams, ‘we’re gonna screw you the next eight years, too!’

But for our wading-pool culture, all of this doesn’t matter.  In the sports-world, the sexy athlete sells.  Instead of babes…it’s championships, big numbers and dunks.  Never mind the moral fiber of the athlete.  This makes us an easy people for the Nikes of the world to cater to with our taste.

Nate Douglas lives in Fort Worth, Texas, with his wife and 10-month son.  While his day job is sorting through the dirty legal details of the oil and gas industry, his night job is a sports Jack Bauer.  So he founded the Sports Smithy, as well as, a unique fantasy sports aggregating web-site.  You can follow him on Twitter- @NateDouglas34.  

How ESPN created the LeBron Monster

By: Nate Douglas

There was a time when LeBron James wasn’t perpetually hated.  There was a time when he was adored by the sports world.  When he wasn’t dunking all over the Detroit Pistons and single-handedly carrying the Cavaliers to the conference finals, he was swimming in a pool of commercials.  He was everywhere—one of the most influential icons in sports.  He had it made and his legacy was also being made for him.

The NBA, more so than other sports, is unique because it has a clear-cut “greatest player of all time”.  Not that MLB and NFL players aren’t short of icons, but they don’t have the definitive Michael Jordan.  You never hear baseball scouts commenting, “Oh, he’s the next Babe!”, or Joe Buck claiming, “If he keeps this up, he could be the next Roger Staubach.”  On the other hand, comparing a rising basketball star to Michael Jordan flowed off the tongues of basketball analysts like endorsement drops from NASCAR drivers.  Probably because Jordan crossing over Byron Russell is still ingrained in their memories, and his greatness gave them such a sports-high that they’re dying to see more god-like performances again from such a player.  So the sports media started throwing Jordan doppelgangers against their corporate walls, hoping they would find something that would stick, and then ride his success. The culture they were catering to wanted another god worship they had to find someone else. Then LeBron James came along.  He had a kingly last name, and ESPN was ready to coronate him.

Ever since LeBron was in high school, ESPN was already slapping the label of “the next Michael Jordan” on James.  He was prodigy, a man-child…destined for greatness, and ESPN was going to put him on a throne and sell the tickets.  They started airing his high school games, a rarity at that time.  SportsCenter was filled with his highlights, he was Cleveland’s messiah and Nike said that we were all “Witnesses”.  This was greatness.  This was the god they were looking for.

But then years went by, and he couldn’t win a championship.  Championships defined Jordan.   Championships were a necessary ingredient.  The self-named King James didn’t have one, and his contract was up in 2010.  Months ahead of time, ESPN started reminding us of the looming free agency, and speculated where James would go.  Jim Gray asked if he could have dibs on an interview with LeBron James when he made his decision of where he would play.  LeBron’s handlers asked if the interview could be aired on ESPN, and ESPN, after glancing over the major network television ratings, thought this interview would make for great reality tv, and agreed.  They would go on to call it, “The Decision.”

We don’t know if the thought even occurred to ESPN that what LeBron might say could have negative connotations.  Not that it would matter to them, in our culture it would draw millions of viewers, and apparently that’s all they cared about.  The interview bombed. LeBron quickly declared he would only refer to himself in the third person, but the next day he predicted at least eight championships for the Miami Heat.  Within the space of 24 hours, the King passed A-Rod as the most hated player in sports.

People started pointing fingers at ESPN, asking how dare they host such an arrogant and pig-headed athlete and his self-serving agenda.  In an interview with Mike & Mike in the Morning, Stuart Scott jumped to ESPN’s defense, claiming, “This is the culture we live in.  This is what the people wanted!”  This is true, but to quote the great Bill Cosby, what if the culture is an asshole?  What if all journalists cast integrity aside and catered to the masses?

Americans love their heroes, but they also love to hate.  ESPN made sure to give folks plenty of opportunities to hate LeBron, as he dominated SportsCenter for the next year, highlights, lowlights and all; ESPN was the lens through which society was viewing all of this, and ESPN was going to keep him on his throne, for the good or detriment of King James.  The Finals came and went, and LeBron came through ringless, and was hated and reviled more than ever.  He made fun of Dirk Nowitzki’s sickness, had fourth quarter acts resembling a very human Paris instead of the demigod Achilles, and scoreboarded his detractor’s pitiful lives in his final press conference.

At some point, you would have to think he’s asked himself over the last couple days, “Man, what happened?  Less than a year ago, I had it made!”  Charles Barkley had the answer.  After the Finals ended, in an interview with ESPN New York radio, Chuck said, “It’s you guys’ fault!  You’re the ones that kept saying he was Michael Jordan!”

Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?
Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things you’ve chased

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around

Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle’s crumbling
And you’re left with just name

Where’s your crown, King Nothing?

-Metallica, King Nothing


Nate Douglas lives in Fort Worth, Texas, with his wife and 10-month son.  While his day job is sorting through the dirty legal details of the oil and gas industry, his night job is a sports Jack Bauer.  So he founded the Sports Smithy, as well as, a unique fantasy sports aggregating web-site.  You can follow him on Twitter- @NateDouglas34.