LaMarcus Nowitski

LaMarcus Aldridge is a true NBA All Star. He’s got a great game. And his game is Dirk Nowitski’s.

Most NBA players are compared to other players who look like them. Short, quick black players are compared to other short, quick black players. New European sharpshooters or centers are compared to older ones. Tall, high-scoring, not-too-athletic white American forwards draw the inevitable Larry Bird comparison. Most NBA players, at least early in their careers, earn a bookmark or reference comparison to a veteran or former player who—more than anything else—looks a lot like him. Someone compared to Scottie Pippen will almost always look a lot like Scottie Pippen.

This is why few people think to compare LaMarcus Aldridge to Dirk Nowitski, even though they might as well be the same player. Dirk is white and Euro, LaMarcus is black and Texan, and that seems to be reason enough to prevent most commentators from appreciating how alike they are.

Both are high-scoring, good-rebounding power forwards with excellent footwork and deadly jumpers.  They are about the same size, but neither is tremendously athletic or flashy. Both are clutch players and team leaders.

But the true similarities emerge watching the flow of a game. They both amble down the court, find their favorite spots, survey the game situation with calm, and go about their methodical movements to a favored shot or a timely pass. On the defensive end, both are liabilities, as their lack of quickness allows opposing players to beat them to spots more often than not. Neither is strong enough to stop big men from bulling them over, yet both use their sure footwork, superior understanding of geometry, and excellent hand-eye coordination to (occasionally) block shots and snare unlikely rebounds. Neither handles the ball very well.

Yet for years, commentators have failed to make the obvious comparison between the two. While two or three years ago, similarities were there, but it was too much to say that LaMarcus modeled his game on Dirk (LaMarcus is seven years younger). Now it is not too much to say that. In the past three years (only in that time frame—look it up), Aldridge added a three-pointer to his repertoire. In the past two seasons, he’s added Dirk’s raised-leg fall away jumper. LaMarcus’ increased efficiency and conservation of movement has almost exactly paralleled the aging Nowitski’s concessions to the mobility/age matrix. In doing this, Aldridge has shown he is an excellent student as well as a fine player. It makes perfect sense to pattern his game on one of the most durable all-time NBA scorers.

Good for Dirk and LaMarcus. Not so good for most basketball pundits, who fail to notice the twins when they were right in front of them.

British Invasion- Soccer/Football- “Pitch”

More than a few explicitly British football (soccer) terms have perniciously crept into U.S. soccer commentary, despite the precedence of perfectly serviceable American alternatives.

Pitch: This is nothing more than a playing field. Why in the world would any American want to call it a pitch? It’s not angled, covered in tar, or distinguished by specific tonal resonance. Time to pitch this term (in the trash, of course, not bin or rubbish).

 

NB:

The British Invasion is when– unbidden and unneeded– explicitly British words and expressions infiltrate American public commentary and journalism. This is alarming because the resultant multiplier effect could cause an epidemic that infects ordinary Americans’ healthy vocabulary.

Although I strive for tolerance, for the purpose of this series of posts, my fundamental assumption is that American is better than, not just different from, British. This is– mainly, if not exclusively– because American is newer and made improvements to its dialect of origin. I do, however, confess to frequent unfair extrapolation from this arguably reasonable approach to almost wholesale– and borderline unfair– derision of British compared to American. I beg the reader’s forbearance for having fun with such a solemn topic. I’m just taking the mickey– or whatever it is Americans say.

L.A. Clippers Will List with B-List “Upgrades”

While many commentators praise the L.A. Clippers’ offseason acquisitions, it’s difficult to understand why. How could anyone believe that the team improved through the additions of Paul Pierce, Josh Smith, and Lance Stephenson? Yikes! The Clippers will be disappointingly worse this year.

While Pierce is a certain future Hall of Famer, that future is not too distant. He is not the player he used to be, which is normal. Thinking he can be a full contributor on the court is not normal. Paul has lost quite a few steps, quite a few springs in his hop, and quite a few parts of the gyroscope that guided him though his once-outstanding lateral moves. He has not lost his spirit and his undeniable value as a teammate and mentor, so he’s worth having on the team for those intangibles. But he doesn’t make the Clippers a better team when he’s on the court.

Josh Smith will disappoint, as, sadly, he usually has. He played very well for Houston in the playoffs last year, but that was a rare short sample in a run of recent seasons where to call him inconsistent would be polite. He’s a fine athlete and probably a great guy, but his decision making has always called into question his basketball IQ. In short, he’ll dazzle with short bursts of virtuosity that will only leave the Clippers scratching their heads through the longer episodes of erratic play detrimental to victory. Josh Smith does not make the Clippers a better team; in fact, he has the potential to make them a much worse team.

Lance Stephenson doesn’t make any team better, and the last team that needed an infusion of Lance is the Clippers. It’s not like they don’t have enough quirkiness or personality. Even for the very short time that Lance was considered a top tier player (2013-2014 with Pacers), his antics on the court were sometimes hard to fathom—and forgive. He’s a bit more than eccentric or odd, and he’s not that good of an NBA player, so where is the upside to having him on the team?

The Clippers were a top-notch team last year. Maybe they thought they needed something extra to push them up to toppest-notch. These players aren’t that something.

British Invasion- “Went missing”

 

Went missing: This passive-aggressive British term is, perhaps, the current champion offender in terms of tragic overuse by American media. Why is “went” or “gone” better than “is” when combined with “missing?” And what’s wrong with “lost” or “fled” or “disappeared” or “vanished?” I encounter some conjugation of “went missing” almost every single day in U.S. media sources. Let’s hope that the term will soon be reported absent, evaporate, be mislaid, or go astray. It won’t be missed.

 

NB:

The British Invasion is when– unbidden and unneeded– explicitly British words and expressions infiltrate American public commentary and journalism. This is alarming because the resultant multiplier effect could cause an epidemic that infects ordinary Americans’ healthy vocabulary.

Although I strive for tolerance, for the purpose of this series of posts, my fundamental assumption is that American is better than, not just different from, British. This is– mainly, if not exclusively– because American is newer and made improvements to its dialect of origin. I do, however, confess to frequent unfair extrapolation from this arguably reasonable approach to almost wholesale– and borderline unfair– derision of British compared to American. I beg the reader’s forbearance for having fun with such a solemn topic. I’m just taking the mickey– or whatever it is Americans say.

Endangered Expressions- Setting up exercises

Setting up exercises: Refers to unspecified morning calisthenics. “Johnson awoke, performed his setting up exercises, and shaved before heading down to breakfast at the boarding house.”

It’s an expression that I remember reading fairly frequently when I was young, yet it hadn’t crossed my mind in years when it popped unbidden into my head recently. Although “setting up exercises” had acquired an old-fashioned patina even by the time I first encountered the expression, it is an example of a shard of usage that seems to have been trod into rubble somewhere along the journey from my youth to my present.

Visa or European Express?

An ancillary but groundbreaking aspect of the ongoing influx of hundreds of thousands of Middle Eastern, African, and other migrants into the EU is the sudden irrelevance of decades of European visa policies. Obscured by the spectacle of the sudden rush of arrivals is the fact that almost all of those who stream into Europe daily would have been denied visas or barred from entry had they sought to enter Europe via long-established legal means. European visa regimes have quickly been rendered largely obsolete, so European nations are, at the very least, faced with overhauling their procedures for legal entry. They will probably also have to re-imagine how they handle travelers who by tradition– and law– require visas for entry.

Consider the basic fact that all of the migrants in the current surge fit the profile of “intending immigrant”—in other words, the very travelers European visa systems were designed to prevent from setting foot on the continent. Even more of a shock to the system is that the poster boys for almost automatic denial of visas– young, unemployed, under-educated, unmarried males—are extremely well represented among the flood of migrants.

European visa policies officially consider these young men, as a demographic subset, to represent the highest category of risk to overstay tourist or other non-immigrant visas because they usually cannot prove that they have strong enough incentives to return to their country of origin or residence. Without a convincing combination of wife, children, well-paid and/or or long-term employment, or significant social/family status to bind them to their country of residence, they are routinely denied visas. It is assumed that young, untethered men without sufficient reason to return to a poorer country where they have less opportunity will choose to stay—even illegally– in a richer country with greater opportunity.

Now we are witnessing tens of thousands of these young men blithely crossing border after border of countries that would have almost certainly refused to grant them legal entry. Moreover, when interviewed by the media, these young men quite openly proclaim that their migration was motivated by desire for education, employment, and the social benefits of living in European society— exactly what European visa systems were crafted to prevent them from accessing. Almost any of the quotes we read and hear every day would have automatically disqualified the speaker as a viable visa applicant to any EU country had he said such a thing on a visa application or in an interview for a visa. What has transpired, therefore, is nothing less than the de facto crumbling—in a matter of months– of the foundation of European non-immigrant visa policies.

Political, security, demographic, and social judgements aside, it is impossible not to consider the wholesale disregard of Europe’s borders a bureaucratic nightmare of unprecedented scale. What has become of the mighty European visa system? Are European embassies’ waiting rooms still full of visa applicants, or have all former aspirants to legal entry chosen to head for Turkey, foregoing the expense, long waits, and potential humiliation of applying for visas?

Almost every migrant in the current wave also has a family that s/he hopes will be permitted to follow her/him to Europe. That, too, represents a tremendous challenge to visa regimes. Family reunification is a common goal of legal migration, and is always provided for in some way, but usually after a long wait and a lot of bureaucracy. How are European countries going to manage the family reunification expectations of hundreds of thousands who themselves bypassed existing formalities to gain their immigrant status?

What does this mean for the future of European visa regimes? Should we expect to see a wave of Asians and South Americans who have been denied a visa joining the hundreds of thousands on the migration footpath who have skipped the application process altogether? Are bureaucrats in Brussels and every European capital scrambling to come up with new visa rules? If so, will they be tougher or more lenient? Might they even be transformed into something entirely different from the traditional visa—something disruptive to local law and prevailing practice in migration?

What will probably emerge from this upheaval is, in the short- to medium-term, a significant relaxation of de facto—if not de jure– rules on overseas visa issuance by European countries. If nothing else, loosening legal means to access to Europe is more efficient and cheaper than dealing with tens or hundreds of thousands arriving illegally, en masse, and requiring immediate and sustained help. This recognition– if not embrace– of the inevitable will be accompanied by much stricter enforcement of rules for residency and benefits. We should also start to see widespread information campaigns designed to educate recent arrivals, native populations, and potential intending immigrants about asylum, refugee, immigration, and residency rules– and about the authorities’ commitment to enforcing them. This dual approach might have the effect of mitigating some of the unrealistic expectations on all sides and could buy time to develop and begin to execute a new visa and immigration system.

For the moment, however, there’s no turning the migrants back—which means there is no turning back from the immediate requirement for new and realistic European non-immigrant visa policies.

A Fistless of Dollars

Not too long ago, I rode a bus to the middle of town. When I reached my stop, a woman—possibly homeless, based on appearance and demeanor—slowly climbed down the steps ahead of me. As she descended, unsteadily, a bag swinging from her forearm, numerous coins escaped her grip and scattered over a fairly large semicircle on the sidewalk.

Reaching the curb immediately after her, I started chasing and gathering her coins, hoping to contain their rolling radii. They were well launched, so this took longer than expected. As I approached the woman to reunite her with the coins, I noticed that she hadn’t moved to pick up a single coin herself. I confess to a small spike of annoyance.

The woman extended her hand to receive the coins. She didn’t have any fingers. She thanked me.