Tremendous Upside Potential

Mitch Lawrence, NBA columnist for the NY Daily News, hates the New Jersey Nets. I didn’t realize this until the Nets became good after an off-season overhaul by general manager Rod Thorn before the 2001-02 season.

The key move of that period was the trade of Stephon Marbury for Jason Kidd. Kidd’s arrival catalyzed the team and helped them reach back-to-back NBA finals. Since the Nets had barely sniffed the playoffs in years, this was an unprecedented level of success.

Despite this incredible run, Lawrence contended that the Nets would end up the losers in the deal, because Kidd was considering leaving as a free agent to sign with the Spurs. Kidd re-signed with the Nets, while Marbury had one decent season for the Phoenix Suns before being traded to the New York Knicks, where he has reached the playoffs just once (and was swept 4-0 by . . . Jason Kidd’s Nets). The Suns, after Marbury’s departure, became the most exciting team in the league.

Besides the trade for Kidd, GM Thorn made one other major move before the season. The Nets, who stunk up the joint the previous year, had the #7 pick in the draft. They chose Seton Hall forward Eddie Griffin, who was leaving for the pros after a tumultuous freshman year. It seems Eddie had gotten into a locker-room fight with a teammate, repeating the behavior that got him thrown out of high school. Still, he was 6’10”, could block shots, run the floor and even shoot a little.

Weighing the talent against the potential headaches, Thorn elected to trade Griffin to the Houston Rockets for three other first-round draft picks: Richard Jefferson, Jason Collins, and Brandon Armstrong.

Armstrong washed out of the league, but Collins has been an (inexplicably) effective defensive center who also passed well enough to fit into the Princeton offense the Nets implemented with the arrival of Kidd. The key to the deal was #15 pick Jefferson, who became a “do-everything” linchpin for the team, even running the team as a “point-forward” when Kidd was rehabbing from knee surgery several seasons ago.

Griffin? Well, it looks like Thorn was right to be scared off. He battled alcoholism and generally idiotic, compulsive, loser-ish behavior. He got cut by Houston and the Nets actually signed him on the cheap. But he got into trouble while crashing a wedding at a NJ hotel and left the team before he ever played a game for them. He wound up in Minnesota, got busted for allegedly, um, taking care of himself with an adult movie while driving.

That turned out to be his last chance. Cut by the T-Wolves — but paid off for his contract — Griffin died Friday night in Houston after driving through a railroad barrier in his SUV and getting pasted by a train. Considering it took days to identify his body from the flaming wreck, I doubt we’ll find out whether his choice of “on-board entertainment” had anything to do with the crash.

What does this have to do with Mitch Lawrence? Well, my favorite “Nets-hater” moment from Lawrence occurred during an ESPN-radio appearance he made before that fateful 2001-02 season. Discussing the draft, he announced, “The Nets made a serious mistake trading Eddie Griffin. Five years from now, he’s going to be the best player to come out of that draft.”

Today? Lawrence writes, “His career will be remembered most for his numerous off-court problems.” Eddie was 25 years old.

Darin’ Aaron Magoo

So sorry for the lack of updates, dear readers, but my buddy Aaron (a.k.a. Fink) came to visit this weekend, and we spent much time . . . um, hanging out, watching movies, and eating very NJ food.

Speaking of which, Fink may never eat solid food again, after back-to-back days at Hackensack’s finest: White Manna and Brooklyn’s Brick Oven Pizzeria. I’ve never seen someone use Jameson as a digestif, but it seemed to have the right acid content for him.

It was a good time, intestinal woes notwithstanding. We got Fink up to speed on the most entertaining movie ever, as well as a couple of movies with hot women in their 40s: Catherine Keener and Kelly Preston.

And . . . we meandered around Ringwood Manor on Saturday, where Amy & I took a ton of pix! (Fink also took pix on his iPhone, but we didn’t check those out.) It was a wonderful day — mid-70’s, dry, breezy and clear — so we spent a bunch of time just strolling around the grounds. Well, Fink & I did. Amy was pretty dedicated to working out her new camera. I was just happy to have some success with the macro function on mine.

Anyway, it was a weekend of fun conversation, fun movies, and heavy-duty dining choices. Oh, and we swapped our iTunes libraries, so I may stumble across even more obscure and bizarre music than ever.

Fink on the bridge

(This post’s title comes from this morning’s installment of Achewood.) 

It also fixes your schwerve

Sure, I get plenty of headaches at work, but there’s also fun to be had. You just have to know where to look. For instance, while checking out news releases this morning, I stumbled across a clinical-stage drug that’s described as a “minor groove binder.”

Fashion Police

Moreover, the Economist‘s arts mag’s blog (?), has a good post on Sen. Schumer’s (D-NY) idiotic legislation against fashion knockoffs. Beyond the standard complaints about how these knockoffs allow fashion to trickle down to people who can’t afford couture (I hope I’m using that term correctly), I was intrigued by the idea that we could create a whole new class of constabulary, charged with busting fashion copycats!

Wouldn’t it be great? Instead of having courts deal with $54 million lawsuits over drycleaners’ liability for lost pants, courts could judge whether the pants’ silhouette was too similar to a design from Paris. We could have a meter on how many homages constitute theft! Think of the possibilities (without ripping off anybody else’s thoughts)!

Maybe it’s a silly idea, and we should just focus on the idea that fashion should be out of reach of the hoi polloi. In that case, I get to break out the scanner and offer up some of my favorite comic-book panels of all time:

Peter Bagge's Hate: Lisa in a potato sack

Peter Bagge's Hate: Lisa in a potato sack Peter Bagge's Hate: Lisa in a potato sack

All panels copyright 1992 Peter Bagge.

Physical Humor

I’m in my mid-30s and have a family history of high blood pressure, diabetes and heart disease, so I figure it’s best that I start getting some expert opinion on my health. I’m not diligent enough to see a doctor regularly, but I did manage to have my nowhere-near-annual physical this morning.

I had to fill out a general medical info form when I got to the office. Near the top of the form was a line for ‘Chief complaint,’ which I responded to with “high taxes.” I know I should’ve gone with “incivility on the internet,” but that’s what you get for writing in ink.

Anyway, the doctor was happy with pretty much everydarnthing. My LDL’s a little high, but it’s down 30 points from my last checkup in September 2005, so no statins for me! Blood pressure, heart-rate and EKG were also just fine. He even praised my moderate drinking, though he admitted that there wasn’t a ton of research on the benefits of gin.

I was actually a little worried about that EKG, given a family member’s recent episode of SVT, but the doctor assuaged my fears on that one. He mentioned that the EKG showed no basic signs of it and, “When you hit 50, we’ll do a stress test and all the other regular exams.”

“When I’m 50,” I said, “we’ll have nanobots to take care of that stuff.”

Then I thought, I’m gonna be 50?

Miss Thing

I noticed in college that the more books I had in my dorm room, the fewer questions visitors would ask me about literature. So, in the never-ending quest to cover up my intellectual inadequacies, I keep lots and lots of books around.

Since I get far fewer visitors at home than I do on my site, I post things like All The Books I’ve Finished Since 1989 and Books On My Nightstand (most of which have not been there since 1989, although I still use the alarm clock I got from a girlfriend back in 1994) to keep people from asking about my literary interests.

This weekend, I discovered yet another great way of keeping any of you from asking me about my literary interests! It’s a website called LibraryThing and I just used it to upload a complete list of all the books I own.

I already have a database of all the books in my library downstairs (we need to figure out more shelf space, so we can unpack more of Amy’s books), thanks to the fantastic Delicious Library program, which uses my computer’s camera to scan the bar codes of my books and search them out on Amazon. LibraryThing is capable of using DL’s export file to reconstitute that library on the website.

LibraryThing looks to be a neat type of social networking site. It’s not exactly a Myspace for nerds, but it looks to be a pretty neat tool for finding other people who’ve read the same obscure books you have.

Anyway, go check out the site (and my library). It’s free to upload as many as 200 books in year, or $10/year or $25/lifetime for unlimited uploading. I sprung for the lifetime membership because my geekiness is worth it. For fun, click on the “Books In My Library” item in the sidebar on the right side of this page; it’ll open a random selection of five books from my library.

Just don’t ask me which ones I’ve read.