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MSG Dsyfunction Junction
By Bill Simmons
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You could make a solid case that Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love were the worst celebrity couple ever. He was a self-loathing, introspective genius with a serious drug problem, she was a manipulative, out-of-control lunatic with a serious drug problem, and they loved making each other miserable and doing drugs together. In retrospect, only one thing would have made them more combustible: If Kurt loved the Red Sox and Courtney loved the Yankees.



Now he's dead and she's a Category 7 train wreck. There were no winners.



For whatever reason, I was thinking about them Friday as I toggled the Knicks-Warriors game with the Baseball Furies-Warriors brawl on Spike TV. Still winless at the time, trailing by two with 12 seconds to play, the Knicks had blown a double-digit lead but still had a chance to force overtime. They set up a play for Jamal Crawford, who careened into the paint and was quickly stripped by Baron Davis. Game over. They didn't even get off a shot.



The cameras quickly cut to Larry Brown, who was already moving toward the locker room, walking as briskly as possible on surgically repaired hips, never once glancing back to the floor. Poor Larry looked like a murder suspect bolting a crime scene. And that's when I was reminded of Kurt and Courtney. In the history of sports, there may not have been a worse match than Larry Brown and Isiah Thomas. It's going to end badly. Either Larry's quitting, or Isiah's getting fired, and it's going to happen sooner than you think. Even in these first two weeks, you can see Larry distancing himself from the guys on the floor, and as Peter Vescey pointed out in Sunday's New York Post, many of Brown's postgame quotes carry the same underlying theme:



"Hey, whaddya want from me? I didn't pick these guys."



Although the Knicks salvaged their road swing with ugly victories over Sacramento and Utah, this still seems like a match made in hell. On the one hand, you have Brown, a certain Hall of Famer, one of the most memorable basketball coaches ever. Whether it was in Carolina (1972-74), Denver (1975-79), New Jersey (1982-83), Kansas (1984-88), San Antonio (1989-92), Los Angeles (1992-93), Indiana (1994-97), Philadelphia (1998-2003) or Detroit (2003-05), in every case -- repeat: every case -- Brown's teams always improved dramatically, and he always departed just as dramatically for reasons far less justifiable than "I can't believe I'm working for Isiah Thomas." Will we ever see another basketball coach leave nine straight cities with winning records? Heck, will we ever see someone coach that many teams again? He's been like a cross between Norman Dale and Larry King.



When Brown finagled his way to New York, many "experts" assumed that his mere presence would transform the Knicks into a playoff team. Even the wise guys in Vegas bought into the hype, setting their over/under at a preposterous 39½. Of course, when enough people wagered on the "over" that the number never budged, it didn't seem so preposterous. The Brown backers seemed to forget four things:



1. He's 65 years old.



2. He's working with Isiah Thomas.



3. The team has six new players, a new coaching system and no cohesive presence (like Steve Nash in Phoenix).



4. If Brown has a weakness -- well, other than his predilection to sabotage happy situations by angling for other jobs, almost like a playboy who mistreats a girlfriend so she'll dump him (and he won't have to dump her and feel bad) -- it has been his inability to connect with younger players. Just ask Jalen Rose and Travis Best in Indiana, Larry Hughes and Tim Thomas in Philly, the Darko All-Stars in Detroit or even Carmelo, LeBron, Amare and Wade in Athens. Brown gets frustrated easily and tends to stick with older, more reliable (and less talented) players who know their roles and play hard. Which is fine. Unfortunately, none of those guys play for the 2005-06 Knicks ... with the exception of Antonio Davis (who was finished two years ago) and Malik Rose (who no longer possesses any recognizable basketball skills).



If anything, it's a Bizarro Larry Brown Roster. Consider the following elements...



• He has three shoot-first point guards: Stephon Marbury (who legitimately doesn't enjoy making his teammates better); Jamal Crawford (an absolute gunner in every respect); and Nate Robinson (a 5-foot-7 ball hog). You can't play any of these guys together. Well, you could. You're just going to lose more than you win.



• He has two overpaid and undersized power forwards who can't rebound: Malik Rose and Maurice Taylor. In fact, there isn't a single guy on the team who can grab a big rebound in traffic other than rookie David Lee, whom Brown refuses to play because, well, he's a rookie, and Larry Brown doesn't play rookies. By the way, this team has three of them.



• He has two overpaid centers who can't rebound or block shots: Eddy Curry and Jerome James. Amazingly, the James Era is already over -- Brown is routinely DNP-ing him. There wasn't even a honeymoon period with this one, just straight to the divorce. Unprecedented. Meanwhile, Curry has a mysterious heart problem that scared the Bulls enough that they practically gave him away. Good times all around.



• He has two overpaid swingmen with back/knee problems who stink defensively and can't do anything other than shoot: Quentin Richardson and Penny Hardaway. In fact, other than Trevor Ariza, he doesn't have a single player on his roster at the one, two and three positions who can guard anyone.



Here's the weird thing: Despite overwhelming evidence that this should be a run-and-gun team, Brown has emphasized defense over everything else, almost like a football coach trying to play smashmouth football with a subpar offensive line and small running backs. After the Utah game, Davis credited the team's stellar defense and added, "We don't have a choice. Larry won't let you play if you don't work on D."



Yikes. In a way, it's admirable. For instance, here in Los Angeles, Phil Jackson is calmly sitting on the bench watching Kobe take 45 shots a game for a gawd-awful Lakers team, perfectly willing to taint his coaching legacy for a giant paycheck and the chance to replace Doug Christie as the most whipped person in the NBA. Either Jackson doesn't give a crap, or Jerry Buss and Mitch Kupchak quietly promised him that Kobe would be gone by February. It's one or the other. At least Brown looks like he cares. He's just stuck with the Bizarro Larry Brown team.





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Now here's where it gets fascinating. Sooner rather than later, Larry is going to want to dump some of these guys. (Reportedly, it's already happened with Marbury, who suspiciously landed in a slew of trade rumors last weekend, well ahead of the Vegas over-under of Dec. 15.) But Isiah brought them in -- not just some of them ... all of them. Now he faces the remarkable situation of overhauling a team that he just spent the last two years overhauling. Even stranger, nobody seems that surprised. Or horrified. Or confused. It's like Isiah has some sort of built-in immunity from NBA fans here, almost like how dyslexic kids get extra time to take the SATs.



And this was the case from day one. When the Knicks gave Isiah the car keys on Dec. 22, 2003, the common reaction seemed to be, "Um ... what?" Knicks fans should have been rejoicing at the glorious demise of the Scott Layden Era; instead, some worried that Isiah was a downgrade, almost like Van Halen finally dumping Sammy Hagar as its lead singer, only to hire Gary Cherone. After all, Isiah failed with Toronto, drove the CBA into the ground and coached an underachieving Pacers team that thrived as soon as he left. When they hired him, I remember thinking (and writing) that he was the worst possible guy for the job, someone who would undoubtedly make a series of grandiose short-term moves that would destroy the long-term future of the franchise. And that's precisely what happened.



Looking back, Isiah's performance has been nothing short of incredible -- not a single player remains from that 12/22/03 roster. Has an NBA GM ever suffered from roster ADD before? The panic moves started with the shortsighted Marbury/Penny trade, which happened only three weeks after Isiah assumed control. (Note: I laid out the reasons why the deal was a mistake in an April 2004 column, explaining, "if this was a Texas Hold 'Em Tournament, Isiah had just gone 'all-in' after two hands.") He added three killer contracts for guys who played the exact same position (Rose, Jerome Williams and Maurice Taylor). He gave away his only center last February (Nazr Mohammed), then spent $30 million last summer on someone who was infinitely worse (James). He spent $55 million on a shoot-first point guard (Crawford) when he already had one, then traded for another shoot-first guard (Richardson) one year later. He inexplicably signed Vin Baker and Eddie Robinson, two of the most troubled guys in the league. On and on it went ... you couldn't fit every shaky Isiah move into a single top-10 list.



Curiously, one of the league's great winners had forgotten what made an NBA team win. Imagine what the 1989 Pistons would have done to this 2005 Knicks team. Who would have guarded Isiah? Who would have guarded Joe Dumars? Who would have kept Dennis Rodman, John Salley and Bill Laimbeer off the boards? Heck, who would have contained Fennis Dembo in garbage time? For whatever reason, Isiah never considered any of this -- he just kept stockpiling perceived "assets" like he was building a fantasy team, with no real thought given to the salary cap, the luxury tax or the impossibility of moving these bloated contracts if they didn't work out. He was throwing Charles Dolan's money around like a drunk college kid playing Monopoly.



What did I land on, North Carolina Avenue? Well, I don't have any greens, and the other two are gone, and I need to save money for houses ... screw it, I'll buy it!



What does this have to do with Larry Brown? Everything. He's stuck trying to coach this mess. Eventually, it's going to drive him crazy that Isiah assembled this group. He's going to start pushing Isiah's buttons like only Larry can, demanding that they trade Marbury or Crawford, benching Isiah's favorite rookies, belittling Isiah's abilities to NBA friends and hoping the poisonous words get back to him. Nobody burns a bridge like Larry Brown -- just ask Dumars and the Detroit players, who are practically having a contest after every victory to see who can make the most "we're having so much more fun this season, it's fun to just play basketball with a coach that trusts us" comments. The thing is, Larry Brown doesn't lose. Just look at his record. And since this can't be his fault, he'll make it clear where the blame lies. Just in case you forgot.



Three questions remain:



1. Why did Brown take this job in the first place?



The answer lies in pages 201-209 of a classic book called "Wait Till Next Year," which recounts a year in New York sports through the perspectives of a reporter (Mike Lupica) and a fan (William Goldman). In this particular chapter, Lupica describes how Brown (a New York native) desperately wanted to coach the '87-88 Knicks ... only they passed him over for Rick Pitino. Seventeen years later, you can still feel his pain. Looking at a "Rick's The Pick" headline in the New York Post, Brown even wonders aloud, "Lemme ask you something, if that kid from Austin Peay makes the one-and-one (in the second round of the 1987 NCAA Tournament against Pitino's Providence team), does Pitino even get offered the job?" Clearly, he had some unfinished business with the Knicks. Even if it meant dealing with Isiah Thomas for a season or two. Eventually, he'll force a power struggle, and if you think the Dolans are picking the GM with Roster ADD over the Hall of Fame coach with the $60 million contract, you're kidding yourself.



2. Is there any possible way that Brown can pull together this particular Knicks team?



Not this season. And here's where his stubbornness comes in. From what I've seen, their best chance to compete looks like this: Marbury and Richardson at the guards, Ariza and Frye at the forwards, Curry at center, Crawford in the Vinnie Johnson role, with Davis, Robinson and Rose spotting the starters, and Lee as the energy guy. Playing as hard as possible, with a set rotation and everyone knowing their roles, that's a 40-win team. Maybe.



But Brown doesn't work that way -- he'll yank guys around, bench people for three games because of one defensive lapse, bury the rookies, give too many minutes to stiffs like Davis and Rose, and so on. Once December rolls around, when teams start panicking and players like Mike Bibby, Peja Stojakovic, Jalen Rose, Zach Randolph, Vlad Radmanovic, Jamaal Tinsley, Antoine Walker, Mike Miller, Wally Szczerbiak, Earl Watson and maybe even Steve Francis become available, Brown will push Isiah to acquire one or more of them (and let's just say that you won't have to twist Isiah's arm).



And that's why the Isiah-Larry marriage seems doomed, because you have two notoriously impatient guys itching to fix a flawed roster that wasn't headed anywhere to begin with. In Philly, at least Brown had Allen Iverson. In Indiana, he started out with Reggie Miller, Rik Smits and the Davises. In Detroit, Ben Wallace, Chauncey Billups, Rip Hamilton and Tayshaun Prince were in place when he arrived. In New York? Nothing. There isn't a single blue-chipper on this roster other than Marbury, who has never made the second round of the playoffs and has a contract that makes him impossible to trade. Would you want to coach these guys? Me neither.



3. What did the Knicks' fans do to deserve this mess?



You never think of the Knicks' fans as tortured or maligned, but few franchises have had a more star-crossed run over the past 30 years. After their title in 1973, they watched the spirit of the Bradley-Reed-Frazier dynasty desecrated by big-money imports like Spencer Haywood and Bob McAdoo. They were tantalized by the Micheal Ray Richardson era (cut short by drugs) and the Bernard King era (cut short by a blown ACL), two of the most memorable players of that era. They hit rock-bottom for a few months before the '85 lottery yielded Patrick Ewing, but even the Ewing era took a few frustrating years to get going. Everything peaked with those Riley teams in the mid-'90s (ugly as hell but strangely effective), as they endured some of the toughest defeats of that decade without getting over the hump. During the partial-lockout season in '99, Latrell Sprewell, Marcus Camby and Allan Houston improbably carried them to the Finals. But that was that. They haven't been relevant since.



Here's a secret: I actually like Knicks fans -- not the bandwagon ones, but the die-hards, the ones who fell in love with the team for the right reasons, the ones who practically get choked up talking about Sugar Ray and Bernard and defend those Ewing teams to the death, the ones whose faces light up when you make a John Gianelli joke or ask them what those things were on Ken "The Animal" Bannister's face. Knicks fans know their hoops. They give a crap. Many of them were weaned on those Bradley-Frazier teams, or the Richardson/King teams, or even the Ewing teams, so they were lucky enough to see Madison Square Garden come alive at a young age. And that's one of those sports fan experiences that stays with you and makes you want to keep coming back. In fact, with Boston Garden and every other classic arena gone, MSG is the only relevant place left to watch an NBA game. The Knicks' fans know it, too. You never think of New York as a basketball city, but that's what it is. No sports team in the past 35 years meant more to New York than those Bradley-Frazier teams.



Larry Brown understands this. That's why he came back. That's why he had to come back. And if you think he's letting Isiah Thomas screw up his dream job for more than a few months, you're crazy.



In the words of Kurt Cobain, "No thought was put into this ... I always knew it would come to this."

... let's discuss the Knicks.



They had Manhattan buzzing as recently as two months ago. That's the way it works in New York. They make the classic panic trade for Marbury, look good for a week in January and naturally everyone starts thinking about the Lakers in June.



You can guess where I stand. Right after Isiah Thomas was hired last December, I predicted in The Magazine that he would run the team into the ground. This franchise was already headed nowhere -- no cap space, no All-Stars, little hope. It was a situation thatcried for patience. Whomever took over for the Artist Formerly Known As Scott Layden needed to blow everything up, create cap room and start over. In other words, the Danny Ainge Approach -- clean house, make some panic trades, ignore the cap -- couldn't possibly work here.



The Jerry West Approach seemed like a much better plan. Take your time. Stockpile assets. Only deal from strength. Think four years instead of four months. And most importantly, don't panic.



Isiah? He panicked.



Unable to wait even three weeks after moving into his new office, Isiah pulled a Jim Fassel and pushed his chips to the middle of the table, dealing his few tradeable assets (two coveted Europeans, two first-rounders and cash) for Marbury and Penny Hardaway -- two more ghastly contracts -- in the process, blowing his long-term cap flexibility to smithereens and insuring that the 2006 Knicks would look exactly like the 2004 Knicks.



Let's face it, every one of us would keep Trish around.Seduced by Steph's pedigree and anxious for a change -- any change -- New York fans embraced the trade. It was like the current Bachelor becoming enamored with Trish, the trashy, conniving, homewrecking model who looks stunning in a ****tail dress. You can have a million warning signs, you can even have a friend planted in the house telling you this girl is sleaze ... and you still can't help picking her for the Final Six. Just to see what happens.



And yes, there's something about Marbury's game. He always makes you feel like his team has a puncher's chance, that he can catch fire at any moment, maybe even take over an entire game, win a series by himself, carry you a couple of rounds. Even though it hasn't happened yet. And may never will. But that potential gets people talking about the team. Gets the arena buzzing before games. Gets people calling into the Fan. Gets those blue No. 3 "MARBURY" jerseys moving out of the Pro Shop like hotcakes.



With all this commotion, it was easy to forget that, if this was a Texas Hold 'Em Tournament, Isiah had just gone "all-in" after two hands. Knicks fans happily chugged the Kool-Aid, conveniently ignoring the fact that their GM just mortgaged the next 3-4 years for someone who ...



A. Hadn't won a single playoff series.
B. Was playing for his fourth team in eight years.
C. Monopolizes the ball.
D. Didn't get along in New Jersey with one of the best players on the Knicks (Keith Van Horn), which meant there needed to be a second trade.
E. Only played unselfishly last season (when he was gunning for a contract extension).
F. Ditched a once-in-a-lifetime situation in Minnesota with KG.



Seems like a pretty big gamble just to sell some tickets and make the back page of the Post, right?



Again, New Yorkers didn't care. Back in January, I remember discussing the deal with my Knicks fan friends, spelling out exactly what had happened, then listening to them respond with the same thing: I don't care, I'm just happy they're interesting again. It was like watching a buddy who hadn't gotten lucky for a few months suddenly fall in love with a stripper.



They felt differerently after Isiah hired Lenny Wilkens -- apparently Red Holzman was the second choice -- then gave Van Horn away for Thomas and Mohammed, a classic "I'll give you a quarter for two dimes" trade. This had evolved into a soft, rudderless team built around a shoot-first point guard, flanked by mediocre defenders and guys who couldn't rebound or contend shots. I'm not even sure they run any plays. When Lenny holds up one finger, I think he's signalling that he needs to pee.


Anyway, the inevitable losing streak followed, along with the questions about Isiah and Marbury, as well as the birth of a new face: The Isiah Thomas "If I Look Angry Enough When I'm Watching This Blowout Loss, Maybe People Will Forget That I Brought Most Of These Guys In" Face. Well, you did.


Hey, we know about Isiah, who burned bridges in Detroit and Toronto, bankrupted the CBA and failed miserably with a talented Indiana team. Pretty cut and dry. But what about Marbury? How do you explain last year's remarkable season in Phoenix, when he reached his ceiling as a player and seemed poised to finish his career with the Suns? How could someone fall from "Franchise Player" to "Trading Block" in less than seven months? Could he ever regain the magic?



That's why, with the obvious exception of KG, Marbury was the most interesting player in Round One. Nobody knew what to expect. As Pierce and the C's proved last spring, the right player and the right crowd can be a pretty dangerous combination in Round One. You never know.



What do you suppose Phoenix thinks of the Kidd-for-Marbury trade now?Alas, the Nets looked better than ever. And the Knicks looked downright dreadful. Especially Marbury. He spent the first half of Game 2 launching jumpers, rarely driving to the basket or getting his teammates involved. In the second half, with the game slipping away, he started penetrating and setting up Kurt Thomas and Shandon Anderson -- yikes -- who predictably couldn't hit anything. When he tried to take over the game again, it was too late. It was a kooky performance, one of those games that reminded people why he's been traded multiple times. Even the TNT announcers were calling him out.



Back at MSG for Game 3, Marbury pulled the same schizo routine, displaying little of the toughness he showed in that Spurs series last spring. And yet the Knicks kept hanging around; you could sense the fans clamoring for Marbury to take over the game. Never happened. He missed two threes in the final minutes that would have brought the house down. And that was that. On Sunday, the Nets arrive at MSG with brooms.



Here's the kicker: Thanks to Isiah, this same Knicks team will return intact next season. And the year after that. They don't have any choice. Everyone makes big money. The only tradeable commodity on the team is Marbury, heading into his ninth year, and he isn't going anywhere. So Knick fans will spend two more seasons being tantalized by a potential superstar, someone who should be one of the better players in the league, but he isn't, and there really isn't a definable reason why.



Did Isiah screw the Knicks for the foreseeable future? I think so. It's a not-quite-a-playoff-team led by a not-quite-a-superstar, with no real way of turning things around in the next three years, and the wrong guy calling the shots to boot. Not exactly a recipe for success. Then again, you could say the same thing about the Celtics.



In fact, I think I just did.

I posted this article several months ago on another forum. My favorite piece from the article is

"If I Look Angry Enough When I'm Watching This Blowout Loss, Maybe People Will Forget That I Brought Most Of These Guys In" Well you did.

This article was of the Ownsville Finest!

Posted by Masterplan:

i don't think marbury was necessarily the problem. i loved the trade at the time, and still think it's a gamble that was worth taking.

i think the problem was, with the positivity it brought out, IT jumped to the conclusion that he should do that more often- trading expiring deals and picks for flawed fringe superstars.

this team could live with marbury. or francis. or TT, penny, curry, or jalen, or whoever, the laundry list of players no one but us wanted. the problem is, we have all of them.

Although the article speaks negatively of him and rightfully so it isn't placing blame squarely on the shoulders of Montellbury. Leave it up to a Marbury Nut-Hugger to come here to his rescue though.

[Edited by - SeatsBlue on 10-24-2006 5:54 PM]

Posted by MS:

Here's a secret: I actually like Knicks fans -- not the bandwagon ones, but the die-hards, the ones who fell in love with the team for the right reasons, the ones who practically get choked up talking about Sugar Ray and Bernard and defend those Ewing teams to the death, the ones whose faces light up when you make a John Gianelli joke or ask them what those things were on Ken "The Animal" Bannister's face. Knicks fans know their hoops. They give a crap. Many of them were weaned on those Bradley-Frazier teams, or the Richardson/King teams, or even the Ewing teams, so they were lucky enough to see Madison Square Garden come alive at a young age. And that's one of those sports fan experiences that stays with you and makes you want to keep coming back.

HMMM he has great taste. Sugar Ray and Bernard King. I wonder why I would agree with him. :)

Simmons better be careful. Zeke is already on record saying if he ever saw Simmons in the street, "there would be a problem." The Knicks do come to LA twice a year. :)

whats scary is all he did was point out some incredibly obvious points that people with limited BB knowledge could see.

Too many redandant pieces
No balance
No regard for cap/contracts/flexibility

Ignoring the obvious here we are 3 years later.

Larry was a bad choice for the above mentioned reasons, but if that blowup helps speed Isiah's departure then all the better.