About the 16-second mark…KG, getting frustrated that the Celtics are overrated.
Is this no longer a suspension?
Can Amare appeal the Suns’ exit last year?
Oh yea, and Commissioner David Stern was at the game. So I doubt he missed it.
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Some day soon, a book will come out entirely centered around the journalistic phenomenon we now call blogging. Specifically sports blogging. It won’t be written by a blogger, but some Ph.D. at a liberal arts school. The book will analyze all the ways in which this new form of media has effected “traditional sports reporting” and how the landscape of event coverage has changed forever. One of the chapters in this book will be an expansion of this article (or at least the beginning of it), published in the New York Times on Monday, April 21. The chapter will center around access, and who deserves what amount. But before all that happens, we wanted to address this issue in a five-part series. We will view the access question from the perspective of all the major parties involved: owners, players, reporters, bloggers, and we’ll end on Monday with the most important perspective of them all — the fan’s.
Part 4 - The Bloggers
Listen, just because I didn’t land an internship with the Backwoods Ledger out of college, doesn’t mean I can’t give the people what they want.
The popularity of sites like Deadspin and The Big Lead has shown that sports fans don’t have to turn to their local paper for day-old box scores. Fans can get stories the big dogs are afraid to print, and they can get them immediately.
The writing is a bit too snarky, you say? Check out Free Darko — a downright insightful NBA blog. Coverage too varied for your particular taste? Storming the Floor will make you crave March Madness seeding. Even if you just want a good laugh, FireJoeMorgan is there for you.
Bloggers have it all.
So with all these great prosers — why shouldn’t bloggers be allowed in professional locker rooms?
We do more investigative reporting than newspaper reporters, anyway. Beat writers get the quotes/stories/interviews they want by coddling their sources for years. Every story they break that has even the slightest negative connotation has 5 anonymous sources.
Bloggy don’t play that.
If someone has dirt, we discuss it. Remember when Harold Reynolds (by far the best talking head on Baseball Tonight) got the boot from the World Wide Leader? Without blogs, you would never have heard anything about it. You just tune in one night, and bam, he’s gone.
Newspaper reporters have cultivated this horrendous image of bloggers to use to their advantage. As long as the uneducated, prim and proper public associates bloggers with stoned slackers, they’ll have a hard time getting respect.
Now a few of us have made the transition smoothly. In one of the few crossovers from blog to mass media, True Hoop, an NBA blog authored by Henry Abbott, was snatched up by espn.com.
And according to Henry, his sport has one of the most forward-thinking (yet most basic) approaches to bloggers in the locker room:
The only place I have ever been treated any differently because of my medium is in Mark Cuban’s Bizarro-land. But I know of no other place in the NBA where a serious blogger, who has been around for a while, would be expected to be treated as a second-class citizen.
I think the NBA did the perfect thing. From what I understand, they didn’t tell the teams they have to credential any set number of bloggers or anything. They said there can be no special ban of bloggers, and they have to go into the mix with everybody else.
That makes perfect sense to me. You look at how much space you have, you look at all the credential requests you have, and you make some hard decisions, based on stuff like who’s professional, who has influence, who has audience, and all the rest.
People who read blogs don’t think it’s hard to figure out which bloggers belong there and which ones don’t.
Henry sums it up perfectly.
All we want is to be treated like every other writer. Take away that giant-ass credential from the Sun-Times and those 30 years slaving away on agate in Richmond, Ind., and who would draw the bigger readership?
I guess I’ll let the Web (and newspaper layoffs) answer that one.
Some day soon, a book will come out entirely centered around the journalistic phenomenon we now call blogging. Specifically sports blogging. It won’t be written by a blogger, but some Ph.D. at a liberal arts school. The book will analyze all the ways in which this new form of media has effected “traditional sports reporting” and how the landscape of event coverage has changed forever. One of the chapters in this book will be an expansion of this article (or at least the beginning of it), published in the New York Times on Monday, April 21. The chapter will center around access, and who deserves what amount. But before all that happens, we want to address this issue in a five-part series starting today. We will view the access question from the perspective of all the major parties involved: owners, players, reporters, bloggers, and we’ll end on Monday with the most important perspective of them all — the fan’s.
PART 2 — THE PLAYERS
Today’s perspective is that of the player. And after much Fynal Cut editorial board discussion, it was decided this particular segment could not be done from the first-person point of view. Here’s why:
As far as being opinionated on the media (whether it be traditional reporters or bloggers), we’ve separated professional athletes into two camps:
One group (in the extreme minority) write their own blogs. These range from the ungodly annoying to the extremely insightful and entertaining. It’s fairly obvious that some athletes (cough, Schilling, cough) do this with the specific intent of avoiding media contact. It’s direct contact with the fan. Cut out the middle man.
On the other hand, some, like Gilbert Arenas, probably just do it for fun — which feels pretty damn good to say.
The player blog has even spun off into a news topic of its own — friend of the Cut Ryan Corazza now writes specifically about athlete’s blogs for ESPN the Mag.
The other 98%, which would be most players in most leagues, could care less who gets credentialed to be in the locker room. As long as they aren’t bothered.
Few athletes actually open up to these individuals anyway, so why would they care for which publication these pests write?
I could see a few potential problems developing out of bloggers being allowed in the locker room.
The first is something like this happening, which would be horrific to bloggers everywhere.
The first time a player complains about a writer — who later turns out to be a blogger (gasp!) — would signal the end of the basement dwellers in the locker room. Ideally, bloggers shouldn’t be subject to different treatment than the regular reporters. But the fact of the matter is, bloggers in the locker room will be a disruption at first.
The reporters will question whether the bloggers should be there. The bloggers will have an air of confidence in thinking they will soon be replacing the beat reporters. And the athlete will be thrown out of his comfort zone and complain to the media relations person.
In the end, the athlete will be fine with bloggers in the stadium, on the team plane, in the shower locker room…until they get annoyed. Which is going to make it extremely difficult for bloggers to do their jobs.
We can only hope players like Gil will try and talk some sense into their fellow players.
For a good majority of this week, the focus of my conversations with BabyJ has been the ridiculousness of the NBA MVP coverage. It’s come up a scary number of times.
Today, a major media outlet (that we enjoy greatly) gave its take on the shitstorm.
We battled the depression with Onion clips like this and this.
I would say everyone’s pretty used to critiques on the media. But in one week, it couldn’t get any worse, right?
Holy. Christ.
This is ESPN’s new investigatory journalism?
A sick twist of Candid Camera, 60 Minutes and everything on Telemundo?
At least it involved some serious discussion first (sarcasm included free).
I imagine the “roundtable discussion” they frequently show on the program went something like this:
Main douchy reporter: OK guys, I’ve spent the last 14 years getting the Dominican authorities to release this document. I’ve done some things we must never speak of…Anyway, so we get Miguel Tejada to come into this fake interview. We’ll chat about — oh I don’t know — his background or something to distract him. Then BAM — I bust out this! (pulls out birth certificate)
Subsequent douchy reporters: Excellent!…Super!…Pulitzer, here we come!…
Why is this news? So he lied about his age. He was poor kid coming to a new country, I’m sure no one in a similar situation would ever think of doing such a thing.
Plus, he’s 2 freakin’ years older. 2! It’s not like he’s 50.
It appears your local Channel 5 “gotcha!” brand of journalism has spread to the Leader.
Here at the Cut, we always like to bring you fresh content.
At least when it doesn’t get in the way of our real jobs. Or playing Wii. Or drinking.
But other than that, we always want to give you as many perspectives from as many people as possible. That being said, I’m proud to introduce a new FynalCut feature - The Fynal Say.
And boy, have we started off with a bang for our inaugural piece.
Josh Levin, an associate editor at Slate, was kind enough to be our first. If you don’t read Slate, you’re probably leading an aimless life, destined to die young. If you do, join us we discuss insanely tall basketball players, John Kruk’s hair and Coach K on the scoreboard at a Wizards game…
—Let’s start off insanely broad. What’s the biggest flaw in the way we cover sports right now? Or, in what facet is sports media most in need of improvement?
I’m not sure this quite answers your question, but one problem the sports media has to face these days is that athletes really don’t have any need to talk to the press these days. Back in the day, a newspaper story or a Sports Illustrated profile was a big deal. People got to know their heroes through the papers and magazines, so star athletes had a strong incentive to talk to the press. Now, everyone gets their news from TV and the Web. LeBron James can get famous and rich by doing commercials and hosting the ESPYs without ever talking to a newspaper reporter. Also, guys like Barry Bonds and Curt Schilling use the Web to bypass the media and take their messages straight to the fans. There will always be great stories in sports, and there will always be plenty of fascinating people to write about, but it’s probably never been harder for writers to get an unguarded look at a superstar at the top of his game — maybe I’m forgetting something, but I can’t remember reading any great profiles of Tiger Woods or LeBron or Kobe Bryant recently.* Of course, it’s possible to write a great, insightful piece about an athlete without getting any access — see Pat Jordan’s hilarious incisive takedown of Jose Canseco on Deadspin — but it’s a lot harder.
*There was a pretty stellar profile of Kobe in Esquire awhile back, but the pouty image Bryant portrayed just furthers Levin’s assessment.
—”Freshness” is a big key in journalism these days, what with the invention of and complete/utter dominance by the Internet. It seems as though maybe this hinders creative, well thought-out stories because they aren’t “first on the scene.” How do you balance Web freshness, with also being the first to have a particular story.
Yesterday, on April Fool’s Day, Tooch graced you with his impeccable memory and wove a tale of Crystal Pepsi and inappropriate facial hair.
Today, he’s back. And with a real NBA playoff preview.
Let’s begin with the tricycle race that is the Eastern Conference playoff competition.
Led by the stud-heavy Celtics, the East boasts just a few teams (Boston, Detroit and Orlando) that have any remote chance of winning a championship.
Cleveland, Washington, Toronto and Philadelphia have all locked up their spots, but none boast enough star power to compete with those power players – or a single Western Conference playoff team for that matter.
One E.C. team to keep an eye out for – besides the Celtics – will be the Wizards. Gilbert Arenas has been medically cleared to play and could return to the team any day now. Let’s just hope he doesn’t commit suicide the minute he’s sent to the bench. The Wizards, when they are completely healthy, are a dangerous team and maybe, just maybe, could slip past the Celtics. (Just don’t count on it though.)
In the end, I – like the rest of the NBA-watching world – will be absolutely shocked if the Celtics don’t cruise to an NBA Finals appearance. Kevin Garnett is at the top of his game right now, Ray Allen is relatively healthy, and even “Big Baby” Glenn Davis is contributing. One of the only things working against Boston is the incredible amount of pressure on the team to return the city to the glory it enjoyed in the 80s. I’m going to go out on a limb here though, and predict that that pressure will send the Celtics the way of their Boston brethren Patriots this year.
You read that right. In what I’m sure will be a shocking pick to all of you, I’m going with the San Antonio Spurs to reign as champions yet again this season. The Spurs have won eight straight games now and, as usual, are getting huge contributions from their role players (Jacque Vaughn, anyone?).
New Orleans is having a fantastic season as well and boasts this year’s regular season MVP in Chris Paul, but nobody – and I mean nobody – can compete with the postseason experience of the Spurs. Give credit to the rest of the Western Conference though, which has played an absolutely incredible season. Look no further than the Golden State Warriors, who – with a 45-29 record – have NOT even locked up a playoff spot. That’s just how damn good the West is.
Snoop Dogg, rejoice – the West Coast is undoubtedly on top this year, and it looks like they mean business.
Once in awhile, BabyJ and I like to put on the Rubber Soul, have a few adult beverages, and flip through our archives.
On our most recent journey, we found this amazing post in which Tooch correctly predicted the NBA Playoffs back in 1993.
Enjoy.
What’s up, dudes?
My name is Tooch and I’m a contributor here to the newest development in computer technology, The FynalCut.
I was just hanging out in my pad the other day, blastin’ some Spin Doctors and sippin’ on some Crystal Pepsi when BabyJ and FynalCut dropped me a line to ask if I would preview this year’s NBA Playoffs for you 25 people with PCs.
I was totally floored. Since mostly I just sit around and play “NBA Jam: Arcade Edition” right now, I thought it was only fitting and statistically accurate way to preview this year’s playoffs.
For starters, here’s a quick rundown of what teams to look out for in this year’s race. Coming out of the Western Conference, you’ve got the No. 1 seed Phoenix Suns, with Charles Barkley and Dan Majerle.
The Suns will face off against the No. 8 seed Lakers in the first round and the tandem of James Worthy and Vlade Divac. Phoenix should easily cruise through the Western Conference and are my lock for this year’s Finals. A few other teams to keep an eye out for in the West though will be the Spurs (Sean Elliot and David Robinson), the Rockets (Hakeem Olajuwon and Vernon Maxwell) and the surprising Seattle Supersonics, featuring Shawn Kemp and Benoit Benjamin. The Spurs and Rockets should provide the lone competition for the Suns, while the Gary Payton-less Sonics will falter in the end.
Jumping over to the East now, let’s start with the obvious front-runner, the Chicago Bulls. The Bulls, much like the Suns, will be completely untested throughout the playoffs and coast to the NBA Finals. Their lone hint of competition will come from the No. 1 seed New York Knicks and the dynamic duo of Patrick Ewing and Charles Oakley. Also making some noise in the East will be the Cleveland Cavs (Brad Daugherty - is it just me, or does this guy look like a NASCAR announcer - and Mark Price) and the Charlotte Hornets (Kendall Gill and Larry Johnson).
In the end, I smell a repeat this year…no wait, a three-peat (I should put that on t-shirts or something). The Bulls are going all the way, baby – and there’s no way that anybody can stop this year’s league MVP. This man can fly through the air, grab a rebound and bound to the other end of the court for the most excellent helicopter dunk you’ll ever see…without even touching the ground. That’s right; Horace Grant is truly a force to be reckoned with.
You’ve seen “Jurassic Park” by now, right? I mean, well – shaa – of course you have. Who hasn’t? Think of Horace as that radical little spitting dinosaur that sneaks up on the fat guy and nails him in the face. That’s what Horace can do to you man, no joke. And he won’t lend you his goggles to prevent that shit from blinding you either.
(Hopefully, you’ve realized a couple things by now. The FynalCut, let alone the Internet, was not around in 1993. Tooch was just a young, mustached baby. And Larry Johnson could BOOMSHAKALAKA all day long. Anyway, stay tuned for tomorrow, we drop the preview of this year’s NBA Playoffs.)
31
Mar
Fynally, Four
As anyone with two eyes who’s been outside in the past week knows, a champion will be crowned among UCLA, North Carolina, Memphis and Kansas.
In our Fynal Four Bracket Challenge, things at the top of the pile are a bit more murky.
A human held the early lead as Brittany - an old friend of the Cut - jumped out to a quick start. Despite her dominate first round, Brittany has since been replaced at the top by the Pomeroy Rankings - predictor of six Elite Eight teams.
Along the road, PR’s major slip-ups were picking Davidson to lose in the first round and having confidence (can stats have confidence?) in Duke - enough to justify an Elite Eight run. In the East and South regionals, Pomeroy was wrong just twice.
But although things are tight at the top, each entrant in our top 3 has a different champion. Pomeroy has Kansas winning the whole thing, Brittany (just four points behind) chose UCLA and in a three-way tie for third, ESPN’s Fanation, the Sagarin Rankings and RPI, all have North Carolina.
You may have noticed, it’s pretty machine dominated among the heavy hitters.
Other than all the binary code flying about, CBS’s Stewart Mandel and our very own BabyJ round out the top seven.
Everything is set for a fantastic finish. Can the humans take back the lead? After all, these computers haven’t even SEEN a college basketball game this season.
Stay tuned, it could get interesting…
26
Mar
Birds of a feather
Not that it’s a rule or anything, but typically you won’t see much NBA coverage around these parts.
Yours truly should probably be the focus of some pre-pubescent sports/sociology experiment, but somewhere between late summer nights cursing Karl Malone and highlowlights of Ricky Davis purposefully missing a bunny to ensure a triple-double, interest was lost.
A former Indiana Pacers fan, I’ve felt abandoned by the pro game for years. I don’t give two shits if Joakim Noah fits in well in Chicago. Shaq traded to the Suns? Wake me when the playoffs start (and the Suns are ousted in round 2nd).
One recurring NBA issue has captured my attention of late though - the ire that Isaiah Thomas has drawn.
It’s not that I disagree with the criticism Thomas receives, he seems most certainly to be a sub-par coach and an even worse head of basketball operations. It’s just that I’ve come accustomed to such travesty over the past 5 years - but in my own backyard.
Here in the heartland, we have Indiana’s own Larry Bird to do a much more spectacular job of running the hometown franchise into the ground.
In the honeymoon period, when all Hoosiers were googley-eyed just to see Larry Legend back in the public eye, he had a pretty successful run as head coach of the team. Bird was even named Clipboard Holder of the Year at the end of the 1998 season.
But the buttery kernels soon popped. When he was named GM in 2003, Larry took over a team that was in its prime. Fresh off an NBA Finals appearance in 2000 and a couple of Eastern Conference runner-ups, the team took a nosedive. And despite all the struggles, throughout it all, one turtle-necked man keeps lurking in the empty seats of Conseco Fieldhouse.
A recap of the last half-decade of disaster:
2003: After signing Jermaine O’Neal to an NBA-maximum contract (great idea, in retrospect), the Pacers trade All-Star center Brad Miller to Sacramento for Scot Pollard - who hides any ability under a ridiculously flamboyant exterior and a name spelled with just one “t”.
2004-05: Small forward Al Harrington, tired of observing scenery in central Indiana, demands to start or be traded. Bird makes the wise (and community-oriented) decision to trade Harrington to Golden State for upstanding citizen Stephen Jackson. Note: This season also contained somewhat of a skirmish this season in Detroit. Perhaps Larry knew what a great right hook Jackson had. Also of note, after the brawl, the team plummeted out of contention.
21
Mar
Early results…Girls rule
We’re pretty well into our Fynal Four Bracket Challenge, and results are starting to take shape.
So far, one of our female contestants - Brittney - is firmly in the lead.
With 24 games complete, she picked an astounding 23 correctly…only San Diego’s upset of UConn threw her off.
BabyJ is in second with 20 games picked correctly, but after that it gets murky.
When the picks of FanNation are tied for third, you know it’s still early.
Anyway folks, I’ll be live-blogging the Indiana-Arkansas game over at si.com tonight, so come harrass me if you’ve got the time.
More results to come…
