November 9, 2007

To Kill a Mocking Bird

Now gentlemen, in this country our courts are the great levelers, and in our courts all men are created equal. I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury system. That's no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality. Now I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence that you have heard, come to a decision, and restore this man to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. In the name of God, believe Tom Robinson.

Justice can prove too nebulous a concept to properly define in any given context. It involves compromise, a removal of self-evident rights and wrongs to reach a conclusion that pleases no man. Justice is reliant on our faith in a higher power, a sense of equity amongst a grander scheme than we can conceive with human minds. Yet we so often fail to achieve justice because we remove that standard in favor of our own tendencies to favor what is best for us personally.

When a person says that he wants justice, he is really saying that he wants vindication for a wrong that has been committed against him. This is the great fault of our court system, that man is allowed to inject his personal feelings into the pursuit of something that he can never rightfully obtain. Justice is objective, and objectivity goes well beyond any one man's cognitive capacity. We are human. We are emotional. We are subjective. It is a law as natural as Karma.

This condition has led to the erroneous belief that justice is found by weighing what we assume to be right and wrong, balancing the opposing views via attrition. We believe that mutually negating circumstances will lead to a just conclusion, which is really nothing more than deciding whether more rights have been committed than wrongs, or vice versa. This is not justice - it is moral economics, wherein he who has the most evidential gold wins the case.

Only the bravest of men challenges his own instincts in pursuit of justice. Only the strongest of men stands up to the criticism and accusations that he has acted in self-interest, whether his self or someone else's. Only the wisest of men realizes the fruitless nature of the pursuit and admits failure upon completion of his argument. He need not apologize for this failure, as his cause is "good," if not entirely righteous. The only requirement is that he allow Truth to guide him. For this, no man can be accused of doing "wrong".

Aside from human nature, among the enemies of justice are ego, deceit, and hypocrisy.

Ego is a quality of man alone, and it is what prevents him from admitting fault in his own missteps along the path to justice. It also prevents him from considering all necessary information when determining a just course of action because ego, more than all other human traits, convinces us that the decision is ours and ours alone. It tells us that our minds are sufficiently capable of determining what is just, despite the intrinsic objectivity of justice. How else can man be so certain that his emotions are not guiding his decisions if not for that belief?

He does so through deception - both of others and of himself. The mask of objectivity is the greatest lie put forth by our judicial system. Deceit allows us the comfort of coming to conclusions that we can only hope are just, rather than those that actually are just. We have laws, and we have punishments for violating those laws. We assume that, because the laws were written with the best intentions of society in mind through processes involving much debate and input, they must in truth be objective. We lie to ourselves because to admit the truth (that these laws and punishments are in fact based on subjective beliefs of how a person "should" act in his society) is to accept that we are not in control. Man's ego, in essence, forces him to lie to maintain his sanity.

It is very difficult, if not impossible, to control those factors of the human condition. The best that most of us can do is to recognize when we are guilty of succumbing to the pull of our own nature, and do what we can to minimize the effects on our decision-making. Unfortunately for the cause of justice, man is much more likely to form grand inconsistencies in thought and behavior, taking comfort in short-sightedness instead of facing the discomfort of violating his own beliefs. Hypocrisy serves as a short cut through reason, and any challenge to such is most often dismissed as "sour grapes" or "beating a dead horse."

Interestingly enough, humans seem inherently to recognize the differences between justice and its opposite, though most are unable to articulate those differences. Instead of peeling back the rights and wrongs of a situation, people tend to pile them together, search for which is the last on top, and determine that as their justice or injustice. In general, man is unable to cut through the rights and wrongs because that would mean tossing aside their own beliefs of both. Man's personal "right" is his evidence, and to him, to toss it aside looking for the Truth is akin to cutting off his own arm in order to fit through a narrow door.

It is this inability to articulate that allows instances of injustice to fester through time. A person cannot be satisfied until that instance has been resolved, and it cannot be resolved as long as he and his opposition fall victim to their own egos, deceit, and hypocrisy. It turns into a tedious cycle of accusations and repetitive defense, and people would just as soon give up the fight than pursue justice to its resolution.

I am not suggesting that I am brave, strong, or wise. I am, however, suggesting that David Stern is none of them.

The judgements have been made, and the punishments have been served. It has become an academic argument that will continue to flourish until everyone involved learns as much as possible from it. No learning can occur as long as one man is allowed to sink into cowardice, avoiding the consequences of a rash, short-sighted decision that he made. There were many possibilities to consider before making any decisions on suspensions. To wit...

Rule 12, Section VII(c) of the NBA Official Playing Rules says: "During an altercation, all players not participating in the game must remain in the immediate vicinity of their bench. Violators will be suspended, without pay, for a minimum of one game and fined up to $50,000.

The rule does not say "suspended the very next game." It simply states, "one game."

That, my friends, is the injustice committed by David Stern.

November 7, 2007

Consolation Prize

Guess who is coming to Phoenix.

That's right. Der Kommissar will be in the Valley Thursday morning at 8:30 to announce that Phoenix will be the site of the 2009 NBA All Star game. All those who are surprised, please raise your hands.

What? No one?

Three instances of an event is enough to form a pattern.

First, there is Las Vegas, a city devoid of NBA loyalties. The anti-gambling commissioner, who once said that Sin City would never see a franchise until the Casinos agreed to eliminate gambling on NBA games, decided that the 2007 All Star game would be a test case to see if Vegas could handle the responsibilities of holding NBA sponsored events. Other than a few NFL-player related scandals, the event went off without a hitch.

Next, there is New Orleans, a city ravaged by mother nature two years ago. The city was on the verge of losing all interest in the NBA completely (not that they ever fully embraced their transplanted team), with speculation that the Hornets should just move to Oklahoma City permanently. Now that the new Seattle Supersonics owners are fighting the city of Seattle for the right to relocate to the City that's OK with you and me, the New Orleans potential fan base proved enough motivation to hold the game below sea level. After all, there is still a lot of healing to be done, and what better way to lift the spirits of a half million homeless people than to rebuild their city for more affluent families in order to put on a good show for the league?

Now, we have Phoenix. We know the story. It's only become worse over time, as Stern suddenly became flexible with the rules when it came time to lay the hammer on his own people. Stern is coming to us for the first time since "the incident," after which he cancelled an appearance at a Western Conference Finals match up in favor of witnessing the "greatness" that was LeBron James and the Cavaliers.

So let me get this straight. Stern basically robbed the Suns of its best opportunity to win a title last season, pissing off an entire state in the process, ran to the hills of Cleveland when he realized that his personal safety just may be in danger (in this laid back Western berg? Please!), and now is showing up with "glorious news!"

Sorry, Dave, but I'm not buying it.

I know he expects the announcement to begin reparations with the most disillusioned and disenchanted fan base this side of Dallas. His history of ego and narcissism speaks to that much clearly. But the All Star game is not a championship. It is a spectacle wherein players waste time and energy, risk their health, and are prevented from spending time with their families mid-season. This does nothing for the city of Phoenix or the fans of the Suns.

We want redemption, not a fucking* carnival side show.

Does he actually expect us to embrace his presence with open minds and forgiving hearts? Does he honestly expect that there won't be a thousand Suns fans lining 7th street waving signs, yelling obscenities, and (hopefully) tossing rotten eggs at his limousine as he makes his way to the arena?

Please. If I had the means, I'd be at the front of the anti-Stern parade with a pair of binoculars and a loaded paint ball gun waiting for him to speed by the blocked off street. (I assume it will be blocked off, due to minor security concerns - such as a loyal fan with an air gun loaded with purple and orange paint balls.)

Sorry, Dave. You've wasted any shot at forgiveness in this town. To every loyal Suns fan, you are the devil incarnate, and you have no business setting foot in the House that Black Jesus Built.

Stay out of our city, keep your shiny token, and give us what we really want (other than your own head on a platter). We want a title, not an All Star game. The best that Stern can do is to keep his cronies out of our way as we march forward to that goal.

To quote the always irreverent Tanner Boyle: Hey, Stern! You can take your apology and your All Star game and shove 'em straight up your ass!

What? Me worry?

First, a caveat. It was the Bobcats.

Now, to mollify that caveat. The Bobcats are better than the Sonics.

This isn't about the Bobcats, or even the level of the Suns' competition tonight. This is about a Suns team that has a new starting lineup, a new bench, and one that hadn't played to expectations through two-and-a-half games. It is also a Suns team playing without its All NBA center, Amare Stoudemire.

The defense that stymied the Cavaliers in the second half of Sunday's game continued for a full 48 minutes against the Bobcats. Charlotte did not shoot better than 50% in a single quarter, the closest they got coming in a 9-19 third quarter. The 'Cats shot 21-63 the rest of the time (33.3% for the mathematically challenged), including a fourth quarter that saw the Suns' bench empty. That was a 6-20 quarter for the young upstarts, a telling statistic given the Suns' recent history of Fitness Club failures.

It wasn't just the scoring defense, though. The Suns had energy and intensity throughout the game. The Suns were everywhere, forcing 24 Bobcat turnovers, getting into passing lanes for play-disrupting deflections, and beating the Kittens on the boards most of the game. The Suns would have won the battle of the boards if not for a curiously laughable sequence, wherein Jared Dudley missed four consecutive tip-in attempts before finally getting a handle on things for a 10 foot straight-away jumper.

Poor Raymond Felton. He was the most notable victim of the Suns intensity and tenacity, as his legs got tangled with Steve Nash's on a spin move in the lane. Initial X-rays and MRIs proved negative, so I'm hoping the young point guard recovers quickly. He was absolutely manhandled by the Suns, as the contender finally decided that there would be no easy layups. He and Matt Carroll might be having nightmares of Boris Diaw screens and Raja Bell defense between now and their next game in Phoenix.

The Suns asserted themselves, for sure, and it seemed to start with Boris Diaw, who must have gotten the memo I sent about passing from the rim. The French enigma seemed to unravel the riddle of how to play facilitator along side the play making of Steve Nash, as Diaw took Nash feeds strong to the basket for 15 points, and passed to open team mates in rhythm to notch 11 assists. Now the question turns to whether he can take that intelligent, flexible, aggressive play to the court when Amare returns.

Diaw's play was indicative of the team itself. The defense led to a smooth and consistent offensive game that should give Suns fans plenty of reason to remain optimistic. The team actually scored more points (59) in the two quarters that they failed to shoot at least 50% than they did in the first and fourth quarters (56 points, 54.8%). As with the defense, the Suns offense never relented to a scrappy Bobcats team that seemed to be playing more to prove that it could run with the Suns than actually beat them.

That fourth quarter is probably the most encouraging, as the Suns elder statesmen rested the entire period. Only starters Boris Diaw and Raja Bell played significant minutes in the quarter, leaving the door open for Banks, Marks, and Barbosa to maintain a lead that dropped to 21 points before DJ Strawberry (7 minutes) and Alando Tucker (4 minutes) came in to finish the job, extending the lead to the game's final 32 point margin of victory.

That performance by the younger, hungrier, and more athletic bench contrasts last season's debacle against Memphis, in which the Fitness Club coughed up a 34-point fourth quarter lead before the starters had to return and restore order, ultimately winning by nine points. Is it just me, or does 27-22 in favor of the Suns sound more promising than 29-7 against a team of reserves running around like headless chickens?

My boy, DJ Strawberry (a.k.a. the Tasmanian Devil, a.k.a. Tazzy), went scoreless on one shot attempt, but his defensive presence is on par with his new mentor, Raja Bell - maybe even better with his young legs and solid ankles. Two steals in seven minutes is nice, even considering the competition. DJ takes his assignment very seriously, as if he's seen video of last year's reserves. The kid is a tough defender who never takes off a possession, and he plays like he should be the first option off the bench, if only for defensive purposes. My hope is that Coach Mike forgets last season and works DJ into the rotation more as the season continues.

It could prove a difficult decision, though, as the entire bench has stepped up in the first four games of the season. On brutal road trips (four games in five nights), those players will prove invaluable in allowing the big boys to get some much needed rest, as well as allowing Stoudemire the patience to let his knee heal. No hurry, big guy -- the new guys have got your back.

So what do we take from all this? If we're not allowed to panic after three, why should we be allowed so much optimism after four?

1. The team is gelling much quicker than last season. It hasn't taken six months of banging our heads against a brick wall before Boris got the message. Grant Hill is finding his way in the offense, and is proving to bring something very few even considered - defense. And, of course, there's the bench play.

2. Maturity. Amare Stoudemire is now a captain, which speaks mightily towards his development as a player who is serious about winning within the team concept, as well as his ability to maintain a level head throughout adversity. Add to that Nash's even more fiery determination to redeem last year's injustice, Marion's ability to separate the business from the game, the continued development of Diaw and Barbosa, and this team is showing signs that it has indeed turned the corner.

Remember, it is not all about what happens on the court and against which team. It is about attitudes and desires that make this team so fun to watch, so easy to love, and so hard to doubt. Through three games of erratic play and one game of absolute dominance without one captain and All NBA center, the Suns have shown that they understand their goals. They are not as caught up in the trivial matters of trade demands, lack of early season focus, and questionable durability as some reporters here believe that Suns fans are.

I have not worried for a moment whether or not the team would work its way into form eventually. Last season is still fresh in my mind, so how could I panic or think that there are holes to be filled? How could anyone? The only reason that I am so high on last night's win is that it justifies all Suns fans' belief that this team is ready, and that it will go far this season. Four down, 78 to go, and I'm just hoping that the majority of the remaining games look a lot like the one against Charlotte, competition be damned.

This was Phoenix Suns basketball at its finest.

November 5, 2007

Playing Catch-Up

I apologize for the lack of entries after the last two games. I was struck with a wicked bout of insomnia (again), and I never feel comfortable writing when I'm over-tired. My thoughts tend to be erratic enough without the detriment of sleep deprivations. Since the games are now officially old news, I'll just stick with some highlights of my thoughts.

November 2, Suns vs. Lakers

Talk about a classic train wreck. Normally, I would have turned that game off before half time, switching back every 15 minutes or so to check up on the progress of the game. I don't like watching ugly basketball, and that was worse than the Pistons/Heat affair that preceded it.

Still, I couldn't get myself to turn away. I don't know what it was exactly, but I just found too much humor in seeing the Lakers hit every kind of shot imaginable in that game. At one point in the fourth quarter, Sasha Vujacic hit a three from the top of the arc, and I started laughing out loud. I guess that makes it a true laugher.

But it was only the second game of the season, so what can I really criticize? I'm sure there's plenty, but I won't bother. Besides, Dan Bickley summed it up quite nicely in his blog. I can only add this: The Suns are a true run-and-gun team. We take their conditioning for granted because they play so well starting in late November, and we tend to forget those first few weeks of the season, when they huffing and puffing their way up and down the court. It's a risk they take by embracing that particular style of play with a short rotation.

As usual, give it time. Amare will heal, Leandro will find his outside touch (and free throw touch, for that matter), and Raja will shoot his way out of his usual beginning-of-the-season cold spell. Well, he will so long as he gets a chance to rest his ankle. Tendinitis is tricky, and only time and rest can fix it. The team will catch their wind. I stand by my preseason assessment, and I won't be surprised or upset if the Suns start the season around .500 after the first couple of weeks. Remember, they're playing seven games in ten days to start things off. A few speed bumps and conditioning issues are to be expected.

November 4, Suns vs. Cavs

Yes, the first half sucked. Big deal. I'll admit that I wasn't too thrilled during the game, falling back on the new "Treehouse of Horrors XVIII" as a sanity saver. (I missed most of it, due to the honoring of Jerry Colangelo at half time and the second half resurgence, but what I saw looked much better than last season's crapfest. I especially dug the take on "Mr. & Mrs. Smith. What it had to do with Halloween, I do not know.)

All digressions aside, that second half could not have been more picture perfect. The Suns outscored the Caves 65-47 in the half, doubling up the the James gang 58-29 over the last 18:21 of the game. What may be lost in the outcome is that it came with the regular six playing almost every minute of that time. Whatever gets the win, I suppose, but we can hardly blame D'Antoni for it, considering the 38 point on 37.5% shooting in the first half.

I think, though, that Banks and Skinner took the fall for Boris Diaw's passive (to be inhumanly kind) play in the first half. Every time Nash got him the ball in scoring position, Diaw thought the best move was to kick it out? Did he forget who he was playing with? Sure, he finished the night with a great line (two steals and two blocks to go with his 50% shooting), but all that passing amounted to a whole THREE assists.

Fortunately, someone had words with him at half time. The Suns would never admit as much publicly, but I'm more than certain that he got his ass chewed out for that first half performance by none other than Steve Nash. "When I give you the ball, you SHOOT!" The result was the aggressive 3D that won our hearts two seasons ago when he won the league's Most Improved Player award. Still, it shouldn't be that way. He shouldn't have to be reminded that he is not the primary play maker, that he is not a point guard, and that his job is to complement the other players on the floor, not to lead and feed them.

That second half team defense was tremendous. Consider that LeBron James shot two free throws the entire game - both coming in the fourth quarter. Guess what folks, that was Grant Hill's assignment. I guess we can forgive his 4-12 shooting, since anyone's offense is going to suffer when he draws the toughest defensive assignment (see Marion's 7-17 guarding the much bigger Drew Gooden, and the 7'3" behemoth Cavs fans call "The Big Z"). Also consider the 22 turnovers the Suns forced, though LeBron James might disagree, saying, "We had a few careless mistakes ... We had some unforced ones that were uncharacteristic of us."

Note to the kid - "some" out of 22 doesn't account for ten Suns steals and two shot clock violations, as well as any charges taken by the Suns. Sorry, "King," but you need to give the Suns defense a bit more credit than that. Citing the half time ceremony doesn't cut it, either.


It was definitely long and something that we weren't used to, and we didn't know either. We came out to warm up, and we had to wait another 20 minutes, so it was definitely tough on us. But it's not an excuse. They did a great job in the third quarter of picking up the intensity.

Correct. Not an excuse, as the Suns had to wait, as well. You could say that it was partly responsible for the Suns third quarter intensity, though. Really, do you think they wanted to lose in front of the man who bore the franchise and essentially built downtown Phoenix?

Again, I digress. I've made my feelings on the matter known, already, yet I can't help but drive the point home every time the Suns meet the Cavaliers. Now if only someone would tell Gary Bender.