Josh Smith shooting chart

[Andi Obst]

I feel bad for Pistons fans.

I mean, Josh Smith is beyond horrible. You'd think it can't be much worse. But there's this guy, too...

[Browns16]

He has the 2nd worst career 3PT% for people with at least 1,000 attempts

1. Charles Barkley (.266)
2. Josh Smith (.276)

If Andre Miller shoots 150 more threes he will have them beat easily! Probably won't shoot that many more though

[WTFsunsFTW]

He has the 2nd worst career 3PT% for people with at least 1,000 attempts

1. Charles Barkley (.266)
2. Josh Smith (.276)

As a suns fan, I remember in the early 90s watching Charles chuck up 3 points and ripping my hair out. thanks for the memories!

[Tave]

He has the 2nd worst career 3PT% for people with at least 1,000 attempts

1. Charles Barkley (.266)
2. Josh Smith (.276)

As a suns fan, I remember in the early 90s watching Charles chuck up 3 points and ripping my hair out. thanks for the memories!

Haha, and his shot was better there than it was anywhere else!

[G35]

He has the 2nd worst career 3PT% for people with at least 1,000 attempts

1. Charles Barkley (.266)
2. Josh Smith (.276)

As a suns fan, I remember in the early 90s watching Charles chuck up 3 points and ripping my hair out. thanks for the memories!

Yep, Chuck would start off a game heat checking from 3. I would pray he missed the first one so he wouldn't shoot anymore. His game got lazy after the first year in PHX....

[dabadguy]

remember when that one pistons fans was satisfied that he was shooting 33% 3PT FG

he said it helped space the floor because no one else could shoot threes

[mrcalzone]

how can he suck so bad at corner 3's

[Novocaine]

This is the same Josh Smith who has had several seasons with an eFG% > .500 and last season had an eFG% .491.

Not a very efficient scorer, but nowhere near a catastrophically inefficient one.

Has he declined? I don't see it.

Merely a matter of context.

It still irks me how Dumars - and, for that matter, many posters here- thought this frontcourt could work. Too many people are still stuck in the past and don't understand how much more effective NBA defenses have become at shrinking the court and translating that into contesting shots.

[simomi]

Four-year, $54 million

He just masters the Kobe assist.

[daam]

I'm reposting my theory, but only because it's more applicable in this thread:

I believe in this human-like race of beings from the other end of the solar system. While sharing many of the physical characteristics of Humans, they were miles ahead technology wise. With their planet in warfare, a group of 60 escaped just before nuclear clouds encompassed the whole of the landscape. Of course, they were already gone when this happened, so they never learned the terrible fate of their home world. Their plan was to find to find a planet with qualities similar to their own, colonize it, then send back communication for their loved ones to come.

Now the form of communication this race of people had was brilliant. It involved a metal cylinder connected to a sheet of glass. One simply had to throw a specialized inflated ball against it to make noises that would fly through the universe. And with the unique shape of this contraption, various angles would make different sounds, allowing one to express any number of ideas or minute details, depending on both angle and velocity.

Now, perhaps you have surmised the rest of the story. These people eventually found Earth - an incredibly lucky find. There were many celebrations as they made a stealthy landing in a remote part of New England in the Earth year 1890. Realizing they were outnumbered on this planet, they realized assimilation was more viable than colonization. These people donned human clothes and gave themselves human names, preferring inconspicuous names, like Smith or Johnson. They quickly set up their communication system, attempting in vain to contact their friends and families, who lay cold and dead on the now barren wasteland of their home planet. They tried to keep this communication system hidden from humans, but one day an intrepid young man of the name James A. Naismith stumbled upon the system. The aliens were horrified that they had been found out. After a few moments of cold sweat and awkward silence, one of the quick-witted members of the group convinced Naismith that it was actually a game where you tried to get the ball IN the basket, assuming he would be satisfied with that answer and be on his way. But no, Naismith was a curious fellow. He poked and prodded. He asked question after question until the alien had found himself making up an entire new sport on the spot. Now, this is where actual history meets publicized history. James A. Naismith went on to "invent" the game of basketball and it came to be the popular sport we know today.

Now, that brings us to Josh Smith. Nearly all of the group of 60 died out in the 1980s. Their bodies weren't meant to handle processed foods like lime flavored tostitos, taco bell, or snickers bars. Miraculously, one member of the group was born with a mutation on her 73rd allele. She lived past all of them and was even able to mate with a human to give birth to a young boy. As with tradition, they gave the boy an inconspicuous name...Josh Smith. He grew up hearing the stories of his homeland....How he had a whole host of family and friends their that loved him. He learned of the communication system and often had dreams at night of being the hero to his people....the one to finally reunite his family with the rest of his race. While his mother, the lone original member, had lost hope of ever seeing her family again, Josh went toward his mission with a vengeance. He learned the language, and learned what each toss at each angle, at each speed meant. Night after night, he went out and practiced shooting off the cylinder and off the backboard, hoping that someone...anyone would hear. He knew that if he really wanted to get his message flying through space, he would have to learn to play defense at an elite enough level to become an NBA player and have his message fly through the human's satellites all throughout space.

So that brings us to now. Not realizing that his messages are merely bumping off centuries old corpses on an abandoned planet amidst a fading nuclear cloud, Josh Smith, in his Detroit Pistons uniform. keeps sending his futile messages each and every night, waiting for a parade, a homecoming, a happy ending that will never come.

This actually makes sense

[Side beard]

I don't understand why is his under the basket area orange? Griffin shoots 63.07 under the basket. It's as green as you can get.

[ardee]

I'm reposting my theory, but only because it's more applicable in this thread:

I believe in this human-like race of beings from the other end of the solar system. While sharing many of the physical characteristics of Humans, they were miles ahead technology wise. With their planet in warfare, a group of 60 escaped just before nuclear clouds encompassed the whole of the landscape. Of course, they were already gone when this happened, so they never learned the terrible fate of their home world. Their plan was to find to find a planet with qualities similar to their own, colonize it, then send back communication for their loved ones to come.

Now the form of communication this race of people had was brilliant. It involved a metal cylinder connected to a sheet of glass. One simply had to throw a specialized inflated ball against it to make noises that would fly through the universe. And with the unique shape of this contraption, various angles would make different sounds, allowing one to express any number of ideas or minute details, depending on both angle and velocity.

Now, perhaps you have surmised the rest of the story. These people eventually found Earth - an incredibly lucky find. There were many celebrations as they made a stealthy landing in a remote part of New England in the Earth year 1890. Realizing they were outnumbered on this planet, they realized assimilation was more viable than colonization. These people donned human clothes and gave themselves human names, preferring inconspicuous names, like Smith or Johnson. They quickly set up their communication system, attempting in vain to contact their friends and families, who lay cold and dead on the now barren wasteland of their home planet. They tried to keep this communication system hidden from humans, but one day an intrepid young man of the name James A. Naismith stumbled upon the system. The aliens were horrified that they had been found out. After a few moments of cold sweat and awkward silence, one of the quick-witted members of the group convinced Naismith that it was actually a game where you tried to get the ball IN the basket, assuming he would be satisfied with that answer and be on his way. But no, Naismith was a curious fellow. He poked and prodded. He asked question after question until the alien had found himself making up an entire new sport on the spot. Now, this is where actual history meets publicized history. James A. Naismith went on to "invent" the game of basketball and it came to be the popular sport we know today.

Now, that brings us to Josh Smith. Nearly all of the group of 60 died out in the 1980s. Their bodies weren't meant to handle processed foods like lime flavored tostitos, taco bell, or snickers bars. Miraculously, one member of the group was born with a mutation on her 73rd allele. She lived past all of them and was even able to mate with a human to give birth to a young boy. As with tradition, they gave the boy an inconspicuous name...Josh Smith. He grew up hearing the stories of his homeland....How he had a whole host of family and friends their that loved him. He learned of the communication system and often had dreams at night of being the hero to his people....the one to finally reunite his family with the rest of his race. While his mother, the lone original member, had lost hope of ever seeing her family again, Josh went toward his mission with a vengeance. He learned the language, and learned what each toss at each angle, at each speed meant. Night after night, he went out and practiced shooting off the cylinder and off the backboard, hoping that someone...anyone would hear. He knew that if he really wanted to get his message flying through space, he would have to learn to play defense at an elite enough level to become an NBA player and have his message fly through the human's satellites all throughout space.

So that brings us to now. Not realizing that his messages are merely bumping off centuries old corpses on an abandoned planet amidst a fading nuclear cloud, Josh Smith, in his Detroit Pistons uniform. keeps sending his futile messages each and every night, waiting for a parade, a homecoming, a happy ending that will never come.

Post of the year

[dan2314]

my eyes! they burn!!

[Winsome Gerbil]

Red is good, right?

means you're red hot. yep.




I've got a bridge for sale btw...

[jasonic]

I dont understand, 66% from around the rim seems like a great percentage, why is it in red or orange?

This one gives a better image:





http://stats.nba.com/playerShotchart.html?PlayerID=2746

Take lessons Dirk.



And i just saw that Dirk has attempted 190 3 pointers while Josh 170.

[Elden Payton]

How is Drummond not averaging 20 rebounds?