Post#94 » by doclinkin » Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:32 am
Solutions, no drama:
1. West? Coast....
With injured players the Wiz have an excuse and opportunity to accept a few losses and give extended minutes to the young pups, extended rest to the heavy-minute veterans. Pressure's off. Don't kill yourself now, take it as an opportunity to let up a little on the throttle. Don't take a loss personal, take what you can get from it. Rest a bit. Lay doggo. If you got to take an ass-kicking it's okay, they don't take your pride with it, just an honorable loss at a bad time.
2. Stretch marks and growing pains. And Role models:
We have a nasty schedule coming up, but with two all-stars out the expectations are lower. The coaches have a ton of teachable minutes available for the third-line young pups. And no choice but to play them.
So Players like Andray discover what it's like to have to take the game seriously from buzzer to buzzer-- no horsing around pre-game, no distractions, just focus since you know you're gonna play no matter what. And since there's no back-up, need to develop more awareness of the whistle, be judicious with the fouls, spend 'em intelligently. You got the toughest players in the league and your job is to stop them. Better act like you know it.
Lessons learned here carry over to when he fills a role off the bench. And when he has earned his permanent role int he starting line-up in the future. The focus is the same, just sustain it and keep your mind in the game at all times.
3. Pride. Develop backbone. Get pissed.
Focus? Ditto that and double it for Young Nick and Dmac. Here you're on the West Coast in front of all your peoples. You got no pride? You want to be embarrassed in front of the teams and players you watched your whole life? Your friends and family and peers at local college?
Here's a chance to grow up a bit. Maybe shine. You get your ass kicked by some all-stars, but somehow, don't die. And nobody kicks you off the team or tells you y'don't belong. So after one or two ass kickings, dunk on somebody. Block somebody, snatch a rebound. Knock a showboat on his ass for clowning you on national broadcast.
And save up a couple hard feelings for later. Because honestly, really, are you gonna let Carmelo get 50 on you again? Again? Save up the "no, never" for the offseason and get your ass better. Save up just a little bit of the competitive hate. Store it in your mainframe. Then do unto others what someone did to you. Learn to step on a throat the way the best of the best do.
4. Sneak on up.
So we slip a little. So we lose a few, catch a streak of bad ones. I'm alright, you?
The competition is dire with the West Coast teams. Ten teams with winning records are within 5 games of each other in the battle for the top spot. Every night is a playoff night for them. Fierce and tough competition. Don't expect them to take it easy, but if you stay close or even steal one, there's honor in that.
Compare and contrast with the Eastern competition. Here a team can afford to slip a little bit, suffer a mid-season lull, and still fight back into contention late. And in squeaking into the Playoffs, there's no one team that would scare you any more than the others. You think a healthy Wiz squad would be scared if they slid into the Playoffs in the 8th spot and had to face Boston in the first round?
5. Cavalry.
Battle down to the last man, and collect battle scars. But the key in all things is timing. You want to be peaking at the right time. Reference them New York Gints. World Champs over the unbeaten NE Pats. The Patriots were indomitable early, but struggled more and more for wins as the season went on. Win they did. But a team like New York, they had their struggles early, worked out the issues, then came on strong to win essentially the last 11 of their road games and ultimately kiss the trophy.
Here the Wiz get to get kicked around a little bit. Ribs bruised, knees aching. But all the while, when teams are getting confident we keep a quiet secret confidence that we're playing down two all-stars and keeping things close.
But what other team gets to hide two allstars on their roster then pull them out the pocket post all-star break. Rested, ready, and hungry to win. What other team has a top 5 scorer ---in a contract year-- pulled out for a year from the game he loves like life itself. Then unleashed on a league that's been sleeping. Saying bad things.
And all this time he's been watching. And all this time he's seen the team play with pride without him. And all this time he's seen defense and the system win games.
And the only thing-- the only thing -- that has held them back has been: a) injuries, and b) a few minutes a game when the scoring goes cold, nobody making a bucket. The _only_ thing missing has been a _little bit of scoring_ at the right time from a team that has been top-5 in the league in scoring efficiency for a few year's running. Think we can't get a bit of scoring back when that 29 ppg all-star gets his legs back knocks the rust off?
The only thing we have to hear is a couple more rounds of the 'better without' chorus, while the awkward phase passes and we regain a comfort zone. Remember who we are and what we do together.
6. What we do together.
That's us. DC. You and me -- us, the Chock'lit City. Most powerful city in the world, and honorary members of the underclass, all. If you a long time Bullets fan, you been through the wars. You're a battle scarred member of the warrior class. You survived, toguhed it out. You got here. Can we suffer a little adversity,we can. We thrive on it. Hell half of the players on this board in the stands, they ain't happy unless they got a thing to complain about. That's what it takes to stick with the team.
But when we're winning, together. The team and the Real Ball Fans. There's a pure joy that your weak late Kobe-loving laker fan can't understand. It's like a vindication. It's like a satisfying vengeance. When the team is winning, a different breed of fan makes it's way to the stands. Those who can't afford a ticket, find a way. Those who been there all along find more true fans in the stands. And the team feeds on the energy. Of us. DC. Diehards. There's a whole class of folks on the outside looking in. ten thousand dollar a plate dinners, and ride past in a limo talking Big Ideals of Founding Fathers, while the plate on that stretch says 'Taxation without...'. There's a whole mess of folks on the outside looking in.
But give a taste? A bit of winning, some piece of success, no looking back no letting go. We'll fight to keep it. That's the long-time Bullets fan, wherever you're from you're an Honorary underdog, about small 'd' democracy and the common man.
Fact is, the team plays best when backed into a corner and underestimated. That's when we get nasty. Tell us we can't win. Zero chance. Impossible. That's when we get behind them and roll. So. Me I'm not scared. Not bitching, not whining. We got a team. We got players. We got a chance. And it's been a long time when we never even had that. Sometimes hell, a chance is all you need.
Go Wiz.