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Month: April 2014
Game Four: Grizz Fall to Thunder, 92-89
Kevin Lipe assesses the good, the bad, and the ugly from the Grizzlies’ overtime loss to the Thunder, Saturday night.

- Larry Kuzniewski
- Marc Gasol scored 23 points, 10 of them in the first quarter, and it was glorious.
1.
There are two ways to look at what happened in Game 4, in which the Grizzlies were beaten in overtime by the Thunder, 92-89.
The optimist’s view: the Grizzlies forced the Thunder into an overtime game despite an abysmal shooting night from every guard wearing a Griz uniform and Zach Randolph shooting under 40% from the floor (again) (again), and barely lost due to a career-high performance from a reserve guard and a catatonically crappy night at the free throw line.
The pessimist’s view: the Thunder finally figured out how to move the ball, and now that Reggie Jackson isn’t playing like a dead person, the Grizzlies have to guard him with Mike Conley, which changes the complexion of the matchup, and even though Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook still struggled to do anything, the Grizzlies dug themselves a hole they couldn’t climb out of.
The truth, as ever, is somewhere in between.
The Grizzlies ran the Thunder into the ground—the game was played at a pace of 86.5, and neither team had an offensive efficiency of 100 points per 100 possession—and yet Reggie Jackson’s big night stretched them defensively, the offense wasn’t working (due to struggles shooting, Zach Randolph’s continued inefficiency in the post, Mike Conley’s rough night, and any number of other factors), and eventually they forced the third overtime game in a row and just couldn’t finish it.
Apparently the last playoff series with three straight OT games was the epic 2009 series between the Bulls and Celtics. I believe that—this series has that same feel, of two teams who are almost perfectly even, neither yielding, neither able to completely play to their respective strengths because of something the other is doing. Whatever it is about the Thunder and the Grizzlies that brings out the best in each other, it’s on full display here.
But at the same time, it’s frustrating: the Grizzlies were this close to winning last night. They missed enough free throws to make a difference in the outcome of the game. They weren’t ready for Jackson’s performance. After the game, Dave Joerger said Game 4 came down to “the little plays,” and that’s exactly how it felt from my seat. So it’s hard to come away from Game 4 feeling totally confident—that “they got this” feeling is conspicuously absent. 3-1 headed back to OKC is a much better place to be than 2-2 headed back to OKC, no two ways about it.
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2.
Right before the game—while all of us were sitting in the media room down in the bowels of FedExForum waiting on NBA Commissioner Adam Silver to arrive from the airport (a “15 minutes” that turned into 30)—news broke that former Grizzlies owner Michael Heisley had passed away Saturday afternoon. Immediately some of the folks who had been around a while started swapping Heisley stories.
Say what you will about how effective he was at building a winning basketball team, Michael Heisley brought the Grizzlies to Memphis, got the FedExForum built, and when it came time for him to hand over control of the franchise to someone else, he made sure there was significant local ownership involved so that the team had a future in Memphis. He did all of that while being brash, uncompromising, and doing exactly what it was he decided he was going to do, whatever the consequences. He may not have made the best roster decisions—and let’s be clear, he definitely made some roster decisions, especially when the Grizzlies drafted whoever played well against the Memphis Tigers in the NCAA tournament—but his legacy is that the Grizzlies are the Memphis Grizzlies, and as awkward as it may be to celebrate a team leaving one town for another, our city has been enriched immeasurably by the presence of this team. And so Memphis owes Michael Heisley a debt of gratitude.
Plus, the man sold his NBA team and then bought himself courtside seats so he could still come to the games.
3.
Reflecting on Heisley, and the history of the Grizzlies in this town, just makes this playoff run that much more special, if only because there are so many question marks surrounding this team after this season ends. The Grizzlies have been here long enough for there to have been several eras of Griz history in Memphis: the Pyramid Era, in which a terrible team made some moves to get some good young players. The First Playoff Era, a.k.a. the HubieBall era, in which the Griz rode a 10-man rotation to the playoffs three straight years but never won a single game, the era of Pau and Shane and Mike and J-Will and Bonzi and Posey and the whole crew. Then there were The Rebuilding Years, in which Pau broke his foot and complained a lot, Mike Conley and Rudy Gay were drafted, Pau was traded, and the Griz won 23 games. And now, of course, we’re in the Grit/Grind Era, which started not really with the Tony Allen signing but when Zach Randolph stepped off the plane in 2009. The first era in which the Grizzlies have actually done anything meaningful in the postseason.
There’s Zach Randolph’s player option. There’s the logjam in the wing rotation with Courtney Lee, Tony Allen, Quincy Pondexter, Jamaal Franklin, Mike Miller, and (sigh) Tayshaun Prince all on the roster. Ed Davis is a restricted free agent when the season ends. Looking out to the end of next season, Prince’s contract is up—and so is Marc Gasol’s. Things are going to be different in the next two years, even if only in small ways.
This group of Griz players have been to hell and back together. It’s probably safe to say that at least some combination of Conley, Allen, Randolph, and Gasol will have their jerseys retired someday in the distant future, and they will have earned it. Whatever happens at the end of this season—and really, whatever the outcome of this first round series is—this OKC series is another chapter in the Legend Of the Grit/Grind Grizzlies, in which they came in as a 7 seed (whether through injury or not) and put a hurting on the 2nd-seeded Thunder.
I’m saying this: these Grindhouse games, these Tony Allen putbacks while Mike Miller stands at the three point line wide open yelling for the ball, these Z-Bo mean mugs, these Marc Gasol self-butt-slaps are priceless, and these are nights we spend together in this big building that we’re going to be talking about twenty years from now.
“I was there when Zach Randolph…”
4.
From a basketball standpoint, the adjustments are pretty straightforward: if the Grizzlies shoot below 40% and can’t hit more than 60% of their free throws, they’re not going to win. If the Thunder continue to figure out how to move the ball and utilize all of the athletic weapons they have, the Grizzlies are going to struggle to beat them. There’s not much more than that to read into it.
Of course, now it’s a three game series, with two of the games in Oklahoma City. The Grizzlies have to win another game in OKC to get to the second round. Given how close these games have been, that’s totally within reach. But not if they’re going to struggle this much on offense.
5.
At this point, whether the Grizzlies get past the Thunder or not, I think this is a season to be proud of. After Game 1, it looked like the Grizzlies were going to get swept and maybe fall apart in the process. As it stands, they’re fighting tooth and nail for every one of these games against a team that finished with the second-best record in the league. Yes, a team they’re well-equipped to beat, and by some accounts (especially those of you who’re going to consider this season a failure no matter what happens and accuse me of “refusing to criticize Joerger” or “not demanding more from the front office” or whatever) a team that they should beat.
But clearly, this is a good basketball team playing another good basketball team. Both teams are playing well enough to win these games—that’s why they’re going to overtime 75% of the time. The last three games have come down to which team is executing better and catching the 50/50 plays, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of if the Grizzlies fight this hard.
That’s not to say there aren’t things going wrong that can and should be corrected. But this team refuses to quit, and refuses to die, and refuses to fragment, and refuses to roll over for a heavily favored opponent, and refuses to stop doing it all in the most violent, slow, pulverizing, chaotic way possible, as if they know how to do anything different. Either team could come out of this series and go to the Finals. When we were sitting around hoping the Grizzlies would make the playoffs despite all the horrible luck they’ve had this season, this is exactly what we were hoping for, wasn’t it?
6.
Bring on Game 5. And game 6. And game 7. And make an exception so there can be games 8 and 9 and 10 and 11. Make the quarters 15 minutes. I want to soak in this Grindhouse, this team, this chaos while it’s here.
Time of the Season
Remember the Zombies? Well, they’re back and they’re alive and playing the Hi-tone Sunday. Joe Boone interviews lead singer Colin Blunstone about his life and times.
Wingin’ It
It’s time for the annual Southern Hot Wing Festival, downtown Saturday from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. Contests, music, and great food.
Chris Davis says Grace, playing through May 4th at Circuit Playhouse, should not be missed.

Tennessee Shakespeare Company is taking a Vaudevillian approach to The “Taming of the Shrew,” at the Dixon Gallery and Gardens.
It’s a fun concept, especially considering Shrew’s debt to Commedia dell’arte, the Italian street theater that employed stock characters and treated well-known plots as empty vessels to be filled with stunts and gags.
According to press materials, “The TSC production will place the story in 1927 Memphis in the newly-constructed home of Hugo Dixon on Park Avenue… The year and geography also give us an opportunity to respond to the Jim Crow-law positions of submission for people of color in America, both socially and in the entertainment industry.”
Sounds like director Dan McCleary and Co. have taken one of Shakespeare’s more controversial works and ramped things up.
For details, here you go.
Chris Shaw interviews Memphis metal band, Crowlord, who play the Hi-Tone Friday night.
Clocking in at two-and-a-half hours, Camp Logan is a play in serious need of a high and tight military-style haircut. But this humor-infused, and ultimately devastating peek inside the racial pressure cooker that resulted in the 1917 Houston riot is well worth the time investment, if only for the history lesson.
Celeste Bedford Walker’s play is more of a character study than a straightforward narrative. Inspired by actual events, it follows a platoon of black soldiers stationed at Camp Logan in Houston, TX, in the months leading up to the United States’ entry into WWI. The men to whom we’re introduced have served their country under Teddy Roosevelt and chased Pancho Villa throughout the American Southwest, but it’s clear that they are officially regarded as blacks first, soldiers second and therefore assumed to be lazy, lecherous, and unable to get by without the strictest rules and white supervision.
Camp Logan introduces audiences to class clown Gwelly (Jose Joiner), the righteously indignant Joe Moses (Kenon Walker), the appetite-driven Boogaloosa from New Orleans (Cooli Crawford), Franciscus the straight-laced MP (Jernario Davis), and Hardin (Emanuel McKinney), a young intellectual from Minnesota, inspired by the writing of W.E.B. Dubois to serve his country, and prove to the white population that his people are worthy of something better than second class citizenship. We are also introduced to the drunken white Capt. Zuelke (Bart Mallard), and Sgt. McKinney (TC Sharpe), a hard-assed drill Sgt. tasked with keeping his men from being caught in Jim Crow traps, and taking the brunt of the Army’s top-down racism.
There are two primary forces driving the action in Camp Logan. The immediate threat is rooted in the expectations of whites as Houston’s black population becomes empowered by the mere presence of certifiable African-American heroes. Blacks that won’t boot-lick and deliver service with a smile under even the most humiliating circumstances are deemed insubordinate. And over time it becomes clear that no fairly-devised plan can prevent the soldiers from run-ins with local law enforcement.
The second primary conflict is born from the fact that these black soldiers have been to Cuba and Mexico where they were treated the same as whites. There’s concern within the military that America’s enemies could easily flip black allegiance by pointing out America’s obvious inequalities. The irony, of course, is that it’s red blooded Americans and not the “German Huns” who make it clear to the soldiers stationed at Camp Logan that their war isn’t overseas.
Is there anything more disturbing than the image of an African-American performing broad race-based comedy in blackface? If there is it’s Camp Logan‘s depiction of black soldiers finding joy and empowerment in these performances for the entertainment of appreciative white audiences. Strong medicine, effectively presented.
In real life things in Houston came to a head when two Houston police officers broke into the home of an African American woman, dragged her partially naked into the street, and assaulted her in front of her children. When military men interfered they were shot at and beaten. Although all of this happens off-stage Camp Logan follows this basic narrative, stressing the psychological effect of constant dehumanization.
The slow-moving nature of Walker’s’s play requires some patience. This is exacerbated by a fantastic cast that’s still struggling to find firm footing in a meandering piece. But patience will be rewarded with an incredible story that’s been all but swept underneath the rug of history.
Those keeping up with the news have no doubt encountered the story of Cliven Bundy, the rancher who became a Conservative folk hero following a standoff with Federal troops. Bundy lost some of his strongest public supporters when he said out lout what smarter politicians prefer only to say by way of deracialized public policy: Blacks might be better off in slavery. This idea, which has never gone away, comes from the belief that without the great white father to take care of them and encourage them to work a little harder than they might on their own, blacks fall into savagery and dependance. This recently-expressed idea is a guiding principle at Camp Logan. The namesake play strongly, and perhaps even unintentionally, suggests that maybe things haven’t changed as much as so many of us seem to think they have.
The Bluff-City Tri-Art Theatre Company is dedicated to producing new and lesser-known works. Camp Logan is a great example of just how valuable our independent-minded companies are, even in a fairly rich and diverse theater environment. For details and ticket information click here.

- Larry Kuzniewski
- See Mike Conley. See the ball. See Mike Conley poke the ball away from Westbrook.
The Grizzlies now hold a 2-1 lead over the Oklahoma City Thunder in the first round. The Thunder are the 2 seed in the Western Conference, and feature either the best or second-best basketball player on the planet, depending on who you ask and what week of the season it is. And yet: these two teams have now played 15 playoff games against one another over the past four seasons, and the Grizzlies have won 9 of them. Fully 33% of Griz/Thunder playoff games have gone into overtime. What I’m driving at is this: these are NBA classic playoff series happening right before our eyes, involving the hometown team.
Last night’s game is only another chapter in that story, another overtime win by the Grizzlies at the Grindhouse. (One wonders whether Russell Westbrook will bother objecting to that nomenclature going forward.) Something about these two teams brings out the best in the Grizzlies, and last night was no exception—especially for one Grizzly in particular.
I’d like to propose that last night was maybe the Tony Allen-est Tony Allen Game that’s ever done been had.
Coming into Game 3, the talk was about Tony Allen’s defense of Kevin Durant. In the first two games—especially Game 2—it was masterful, with Allen crowding Durant and denying him the ball at every opportunity, hounding the best pure scorer in the league into just jacking stuff up to see what hit. (Fortunately for the Grizzlies, not much.) Durant seemed sort of pissed off about the whole thing, seeming to have less poise than normal, like even he didn’t understand how Tony Allen was so good at guarding him.
Let me tell you how Tony Allen is so good at guarding him: Tony Allen is not one of us. Tony Allen, against the Oklahoma City Thunder, operates on a plane of existence that is separate but visible from ours. He is a force for the creation of chaos, wandering around a basketball court operating according to laws which are just similar enough to the actual rules of basketball to keep him from getting ejected.
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There are the tricks, and the treats. Last night was the ultimate manifestation of both, Tony Allen operating at Peak Chaos.
Treat: Tony Allen almost winning the game himself, making a layup to put the Grizzlies up 83-81 and then stealing the ball and streaking back down to hit another one (he didn’t miss the layups!) and put the Grizzlies up 85-81 as the game clock started to wind down.
Trick: Tony Allen fouls Russell Westbrook on a 3-point shot (and yes, he did actually foul him) and gives the Thunder the 4-point play they need to tie the game at 85 with 26 seconds left, which meant the Grizzlies’ 17-point lead was just barely enough to keep them from losing instead of being enough to win comfortably.
Treat: Tony Allen and Beno Udrih simultaneously going on a scoring outburst against the Thunder second unit (who were categorically abysmal in Game 3, even Derek “I Came Over On The Mayflower” Fisher) to build a Grizzlies lead while the Griz Big 3 of Conley, Gasol, and Randolph caught a breather.
Trick: Tony Allen then assuming that since he had made some shots, he’d make more, trying to stretch the defense by taking wide-open jump shots that even Tony Allen, in later moments of clarity, would admit that he had no business taking, burning valuable offensive possessions in a game in which the Grizzlies slowed the pace down to the point that every possession was sacred.
It was all Tony: defensive brilliance, 4-point plays at the worst possible times. Scoring flurries that work, taking stupid open shots. Tripping people for three-shot fouls at the end of overtime. Crashing the boards and grabbing vital offensive rebounds. And in between all of the flexing on the bench, pointing which way the ball was going to go, listening in on ref huddles, trash talking, wandering around in his own world with crazy eyes during breaks in the action that we’ve come to expect from The Grindfather, that we’ve grown not only to love but to require come playoff season.
There were lots of reasons the Griz won Game 3 beyond Tony Allen, but none of them felt as real, as easy to process. Last night Tony Allen elevated himself to a new level of TA that we were scared to admit the existence of—a hyperactive flurry of activity we dared not ask for, lest it be impossible. And yet there he was. All heart… you know.
Lessons from Game 3
And yet, there are lots of other basketball things from last night that could point the way to the Grizzlies winning this series and advancing out of the first round:
- Beno Udrih is, apparently, not playing around. The veteran stepped in at the backup point guard last night and carried over his performance from Game 2—you know, the one we thought was a fluke—by racking up 12 points on 5 of 6 shooting (that’s an eFG% of 91.7%, which is just stupid) in 14 minutes of play, some of which was spent off the ball in a super-small Conley/Udrih/Lee/Miller/Koufos lineup. Yes, you read that correctly: that is a real lineup used in an actual playoff game, and it worked. At any rate, Udrih’s play has been a revelation, even as Nick Calathes had established himself as an important piece of the rotation puzzle. Udrih has stepped up in a big way. I still can’t believe the Knicks cut him.
- The Grizzlies have got to be a little better at knowing when to do something besides (1) run clock or (2) post Z-Bo up in late game situations. It’s been a recurring thing over the last few weeks, not just the playoffs. The Grizzlies have a bit of a lead going down the stretch, and they hold the ball and start to get slower than they need to be. It’s not the first time those plays (Z-Bo iso postups against double—or triple—teams) have happened and hurt the Grizzlies in the final minute or two of a game.
- Speaking of Zach Randolph, at some point the Grizzlies have got to stop forcing it in to Randolph. The Z-Bo Isolation Project just doesn’t work against OKC with the same efficiency that it works against teams that don’t have good post defenders, and instead of getting good looks it’s blowing up what little offense the Griz have to start with. There’s a reason Randolph’s shooting percentages in this series have mostly been abysmal: defending the post against other big slow dudes is literally the only thing Kendrick Perkins is good at. Nick Collison is another great defender. Serge Ibaka is too long and athletic for Z-Bo to get a good look. Steven Adams is apparently made out of granite. Do something besides isolate against any combination of two of those guys.
- The Thunder introduced a defensive wrinkle in the fourth quarter of Game 3 that really gave the Grizzlies problems: using Thabo Sefolosha and another guard to trap Mike Conley hard on every single pick and roll. That one change in OKC’s defensive scheme singlehandedly choked out the Grizzlies’ ball movement and led to a scoreless drought of I don’t even remember how many minutes—but it was too long. It may be time to start experimenting with some more “multiple ball-handler” lineups so that doesn’t become as much of a problem, but at any rate, Conley in the P&R is essential and the Grizzlies have to figure out how to deal with the trap.
- The Grizzlies can apparently bait Westbrook into trying to take the game over and let him run the Thunder straight into the ground. Doesn’t seem like he or KD really (1) believe in what they’re doing or (2) trust an of their teammates to get it done. Down the stretch, making Westbrook feel like he had to beat the Griz by himself was the best thing the Grizzlies did in Games 2 and 3, even though it took overtime to do it.
- Apologies are in order: I thought the Grizzlies would really struggle with Gasol on the bench with 2 early fouls in the first quarter, but Kosta Koufos stepped in and the Griz increased their lead instead of losing it. I still can’t believe the Grizzlies got him for Darrell Arthur.
Dumbest Thing I Tweeted Last Night
I usually don’t do this, but I was incredibly proud/ashamed of this 30-second Photoshop job.
Serge Ewoka pic.twitter.com/UtCHRY94oB
— Kevin Lipe (@FlyerGrizBlog) April 25, 2014