I just read an intriquing proposal from The Athletic about a possible solution to NBA teams tanking: It is odd at first glance, but the more I thought about it, the more it began to make sense: The idea is this: The two teams with the worst recoreds at the end of the season are gauraunteed pikc numer 4 and number 5. That leaves the the 3d, 4th, and 5th worst teams with the highest probabliiy of wining the top three picks. If this is implemented, I can see some serious competiion about the last five worst teams in the league competiing vigourously NOT to be the fust and second worst teams for the season. There would be a competion to be 3rd, 4th and 5th worst. This is a delightul reverse backhad solution to tanking. Imagine the last gaem of the season between the Wizards and the Pelicans. Whichever team wins will be in 3thired placd in the lottery. The loser will be 2nd and have no chance to get any of the top three draft choices. Could be one hard fought game. Score one for the fans, Right? And, just so the top two lop losing teams don't get shut out completly, allow me to suggest there have been plenty of greaat NBA players who've been seleced with the 4th and 5 picks. For example: Castles of the Spurs last year in the 4th; Aman and Amar Thompson with the 4th and 5th picks; Scotti Barnes in 21 with the 4th pick. D'Aaron Fox with the 4 pick in 2019 and in 2016 Tray Young with the 4th. Porzingus, DeAndre Hunter and Aaron Gordon were all selected with the four pick.
I've been thinking of my fatherer these days as my memoir The Mad Manchurian is now out in bookstoares andd being read. Memories of him thinking baskeball was no way for a real man to make a living. I wrote the following poem for him.
Journeyman
ordering room service,
handing out big tips while other me
are opening their lunch buckets. I know
you would have scolded me:
Что это за работа для мужчины?
(What kind of work is this for a man?)
Old immigrant, I admit all of this
too late. You died before I could explain
newspapers call me a journeyman.
They write I roll up my sleeves
andgo to work. They use words
lke hammer and muscle to describe me.
For three straight years on the job
my nose collapsed. My knees ached,
and I could never talk myself out of less
than two injuires at a time. Father,
you would have been proud of me:
I labored in the company of large men.