Been a while since I’ve dropped by, and I refuse to feel guilty about it. There are plenty of reasons why, foremost being that—as I said from day one—these are the rules of engagement. Sometimes I’ll post with relentless regularity, sometimes I’ll drop off the face of the earth for a while. Don’t argue with the rain for being fucking wet, buy an umbrella.
There are plenty of other reasons why I’ve been away…many of which will pop up in the next few days as I try to get back into some semblance of regular posting…or at least try to brain-dump the accumulated detritus I’m carrying around in my head right now. Because, while I haven’t been posting lately, I have been Writing, especially in the “If you’re talking to a writer, and explaining some involved situation to them, and get to the end and ask them for their advice on what you should do, and they kinda stand there for a few seconds, then nod and mumble ‘Uh-huh,’ and walk off, they’re not ignoring you, they’re Writing” way.
But first, the obligatory Lakers thoughts…good goddamn, the summer is a long fucking drought until training camp opens.
Also, note the nifty Tweet button at the bottom of this post (only seems to show up when you’re looking at the specific post page, not the site as a whole). So do me a favor and retweet this mother.
I think I finally understand why Jordan Farmar went to New Jersey. On the surface it doesn’t make any sense. You’ve got a young PG, feeling held back, sublimating the best parts of his game to fit in on a championship-caliber team like the Lakers, so the obvious move is to…go to the worst team in the NBA as a back-up to an All Star-caliber PG like Devin Harris, the kind of guy who’s locked in for 35+ minutes a night. He’s going to get reduced minutes to play for a god-awful team, which is clearly so much better than playing 20-25 minutes a night for a championship contender, right?
But there’s more to it than that.
First, Devin Harris gets hurt. A lot. I’m pulling these numbers out of my ass, but I don’t think the guy has played more than 60 games a year over the last three years, and it would be an even-money bet that he won’t play more than that this year. Which means for 20+ games this season, Farmar is going to be starting and playing big minutes, which is a huge upside over playing behind an iron man like Fisher.
Second, he’ll be playing for coach Avery Johnson, the polar opposite to Phil Jackson. Avery is a feisty point-guard, guided the Spurs to a championship with his passing hands and squeaky voice, and I’m sure Farmar is drooling over what he can learn from someone who’s game was very similar to what he does.
Third, and most importantly, Farmar has an almost absurd confidence in his own abilities, even if he hasn’t had a chance to show them off fully yet. (Though, two years ago, when Fisher was suspended for a game against the Rockets in the second round of the playoffs after forearm-shivering Sciola, Farmar started and had one of the best games of his career, both numbers-wise and in his overall maturity and ability to run the team.) Whether it’s just something he and his people have tossed around, or maybe someone in the organization said something to him off the record, I think he believes that the Nets are willing to consider him as more than just another body off the bench. Surely he took note of what happened when Chris Paul went down last year to injury and Darren Collison—Farmar’s former understudy at UCLA—got a serious chance to start at PG, and played so well that many serious observers were suggesting that the Hornets should give the starting spot to him and trade CP3 for parts to put around him. I think, in Farmar’s mind, there are two possible scenarios over the next year or two:
1) Farmar plays well enough that the team decides he could start for them, and decide to trade Harris (and his hefty salary-matching salary) and other pieces for a superstar forward or SG (something that was speculated on last year, even without a competent back-up for Harris).
2) Farmar plays well enough that other teams with serious PG needs (Atlanta [Bibby’s not exactly young], New York [realizing they won’t ever get CP3], Bobcats, etc.) ask for him in a trade that would bring solid pieces back to New Jersey and push Farmar into the starting spot on a better team.
No idea if any of this is true or would actually happen, but it’s the only way I can wrap my head around the decision. Other than the possibility that it was the only/best offer out there for him. Which, given that FreeDarko got a 4-year, $20 million deal this summer, isn’t too likely.
Anyway, the fucker went to Taft, took the Bruins to the Final Four, and picked up two rings for the Lakers. He’s family, wherever he is, and will always be loved and welcomed home.