Larry Kuzniewski
Last night’s game was not close, so Jordan Adams got some extended garbage time run.
Last night, the Grizzlies beat the New York Knicks, 105–83, in an under-attended game that felt like the basketball equivalent of getting one’s driver’s license renewed: a necessary evil, requiring just enough attention and effort to make it annoying rather than something to be endured, passed over blankly.
For starters, there was what happened before the game: about twelve minutes before tipoff, the Knicks traded J.R. Smith and Iman Shumpert to the Cavaliers and waived Samuel Dalembert in a salary-dump move that makes it pretty clear they’re bailing on the “win now” strategy (the Knicks’ over/under win number was 41, remember? Hope you took the under. I hope there was a bet for “under the under” and you took that, too.) So, with teammates traded away, the Knicks came back out for warmups with nine guys in uniform: Tim Hardaway, Jr., Jason Smith, Cole Aldrich, Shane Larkin, Jose Calderon, Quincy Acy, Pablo Prigioni, Cleanthony Early, and Travis Wear. Not exactly a murderer’s row.
As a sidebar, I can’t really get my head around how weird that must’ve been for a guy like J.R. Smith (though he’s not exactly known for being the most contemplative guy around). Imagine: you play for the Knicks and you’ve lived in New York for a couple of years now. The team is bad, but that’s okay. You’re on a routine road trip to Memphis, one you make once a season, and you’re warming up for the game. And then—literally twelve minutes before the tip—you’re back in the locker room, and now you play for the Cavaliers. Which means you live in Cleveland. You only packed for the road trip you’re on, not to move. But now you’re in Cleveland. Somebody’s going to have to FedEx everything you own to you, probably, or at least enough clothes to make it through the next couple of weeks.
The NBA (and pro sports in general, really) is a weird thing. The kinds of things that can happen to these guys are not normal things that normal people have to do on a regular basis.
With their teammates gone (and Amare Stoudamire and Carmelo Anthony not even on the trip [UPDATE: I’m hearing that Melo did make the trip, and the broadcast last night showed him on the bench. I didn’t see him, but I was admittedly not very close to the Knicks’ bench], and Andrea Bargnani on the bench in a suit, which, let’s be honest, is probably where he belongs) the Knicks came out and had to play. And it didn’t go well—they got down 11–2 within the first three and a half minutes. But then Derek Fisher called a timeout… and they fought back.
The Grizzlies, meanwhile, were playing like they were on a plane to Cleveland—disinterested, wondering what kind of life choices they’d made, pondering the meaning of the Pioneer Anomaly, but certainly not really worried about basketball—and by the end of the first quarter they were only up 21–14, shooting 35% to the Knicks’ 26.1%, and the ugliest basketball game we’ve watched this season—by a hefty margin, even over those Hornets games—got even uglier.
Larry Kuzniewski
Kosta Koufos only played 15 minutes, continuing his underutilization this season.
In the second quarter, the bench continued what it’s been doing lately: not playing defense at all. Halfway through, the Knicks were winning. It was 27–26, sure, but the Knicks were winning, and the Grizzlies had made something like four field goals in ten minutes. Until the end of the quarter, when Mike Conley, Tony Allen, Vince Carter, Tayshaun Prince, and Marc Gasol came back in to take care of business, it looked like the Grizzlies weren’t just in the mud—it looked like the Knicks had managed to drag them through the mud and into whatever chamber of horrors (thinking of the mask they put on the witch in Mario Bava’s Black Sunday here) the Knicks have been dwelling in this year.
The rest of the game was straightforward: the Grizzlies starters (with Tayshaun at the 4) played really well for about 15 minutes, Tony Allen racked up 4 steals in the third quarter, and then suddenly the Grizzlies were up 22 headed into the final frame, which was some of the garbagest garbage time I’ve ever seen. Jordan Adams and Jarnell Stokes were playing the whole time, which was great, because it meant they got to make all kinds of crazy mistakes against a team so bad it couldn’t possibly hurt the Grizzlies. They played like what they are—rookies who don’t play a lot. It was great. Stokes got to bang bodies with Quincy Acy, a really physical big, and get some experience getting pummeled under the basket, which is crucial for anybody who wants to play the 4 or 5 in the NBA. Adams made some defensive mistakes, got to the line a couple of times, but didn’t make a single basket. (“But he looked good doing it!” is accurate, but, I mean, he was still 0–5.)
After the game, the press conference was mostly about how the Grizzlies really ratcheted up their defensive intensity, how they executed really well in the paint, and so on, and so forth, and Chris Herrington summed the postgame presser perfectly:
Pretty sure Dave Joerger’s post-game presser was a group performance piece where everyone pretended the Knicks aren’t terrible.
— Chris Herrington (@HerringtonNBA) January 6, 2015
The Knicks are terrible. Herrington said at one point they’re the worst team he’s ever seen—I won’t go that far. But the Grizzlies, for the most part, played terrible basketball except for one 15 to 18 minute stretch, and they won by 22 points, and it felt like it could’ve been 30 or 40. It was not a contest last night, it was a fight between nine guys who would all be the sixth-to-ninth best player on a contender, and a contender sleepwalking without their starting power forward already thinking about having to play the Atlanta Hawks on Wednesday night.
But, y’know, at least they won, and the rookies got to play, and nobody played more than 30 minutes. Sometimes these nights happen. There are always interesting things, even in games like this, but we shouldn’t pretend that last night proves much of anything about either team involved.