As a head's up, this will probably be my last NBA-related post for a while. And depending upon the CBA situation, it could be a looooong while.
The 2010-2011 season started with a decision. It ended with redemption. We saw the defending champs get swept, the defending MVP have a better regular season than he did the year before and not even come close to retaining his reward, the Knicks become relevant again after involving themselves in the Melo soap opera, the Ubuntu fade away, and several teams assert themselves as "up-and-coming." It was the best of times (Dallas, Oklahoma City, and Chicago). It was the worst of times (Cleveland, Toronto, and Minnesota). There were tearful locker rooms mid-season, a car-jumper, and some unexpected international flair. We said good-bye to Shaq and hello to Blake Griffin. Legends walked away (Jerry Sloan) and records were broken (Reggie Miller's career three point field goals record fell to Ray Allen or, if you're a cynic, consecutive games lost by the Cavs (26)). Heroes became villains (LBJ). Youngsters become MVPs (D. Rose). Legends asserted themselves as legends (Dirk).
The NBA became what it was always capable of and should be. Engaging from beginning to end. The 82-game season seemed packed with intrigue, athleticism, and rivalry. People often say that the regular season is just a warm-up, that nobody plays defense, and the league is out of touch with its fan base. They must not have seen Dwight Howard make an atrocious Magic defense semi-respectable single-handily. Or Kevin Love lead the league in rebounds and drop double-doubles like they were lay-ups.
This season may be remembered as the year the Heat began their run of dominance in the Eastern Conference. Or it could be remembered as the year Dirk became one of the greatest of all-time. Or the year Derrick Rose started his long list of MVP awards. Or the stepping stone for the Thunder to become the new "it team." There was so much to do and so little time.
We were taught that star power wasn't everything (see: Heat, Knicks) and that Chris Paul still might be the best point guard in the league, if given the right circumstances. We saw that while you can't teach an old dog new tricks, you certainly can win a lot of regular season games with a bunch of old dogs (see: Spurs). While the "talent" may have gone to South Beach, the Kings are staying in Sacramento (for now). And poor Steve Nash continued his metaphorical drought (see: title) in a literal desert (see: Phoenix).
I'll remember this year as the year I was fully sold on the NBA again. I understand the professional game more than I ever have in all my years. I know the rosters, the standings, and circumstances. While not having a team to root for definitely decreases the fun and enjoyment, it's almost as if watching the NBA Playoffs was a relaxing break from the stress that is the Cardinals or the impending lack of a football season. It has finally been enjoyable for me to watch the NBA again. It was a long time coming and I hope that a lock-out doesn't occur or I might revert back to my old ways which would be a travesty.
If we are to remember anything from this year, it might be that there may be no I in team, but there are two I's in Nowitzki. Or that hand picking your teammates doesn't always work like it does on the playground. Or that white men may not be able to jump, but they can still rebound. Or that suffering in Seattle can lead to ovations in Oklahoma. Or that the biggest of people can have the biggest of personalities (Shaq). Or that legends (Ducan) sometimes fade out into the white noise of the league when youth decides it's time has come (the Grizzlies).
