So the free agency festival began today. Teams and fans with high hope to lure a star or two to win a title or buttress their team to another level.
And as quickly as it began, it seemed to come to an end, particularly for the Los Angeles Lakers. Love, Butler, Lopez and host of others, all whom the Lakers had designs on signed back with their teams for long deals.
But there was one player out there whom the Lakers coveted who reciprocated that feeling: Lamarcus Aldridge, the 29 year old all star from Portland. His camp had made it no secret that Aldridge’s first choice was the LA Lakers. All the Lakers had to do was present a good sales pitch to seal the deal and bring a true star which for many Lakers fans would bring much needed excitement.
It looked great, all systems go. We were even his first port of call for the interview, because he wanted it that way.
So here he came to get the good news. Then Lakers reality hit him smack in the face with a combination right and left with bricks swung right to his nose. And whose hands were on those bricks that smashed everything to pieces? None other than our broke down delusional superstar and our intrepid GM who is living twenty years in the past.
So here is Aldridge, an all star, serious as hell, waiting to talk hoops with his new team. How will we play? What will be the expectations for him? What about the other players, the offense, the defense? You know, basketball stuff. And here comes Mitch with the first punch. Bam! He starts talking about outside stuff. You know, how great it is in LA. What exactly did he say? Who knows? But it wasn’t hoops. It was about LA. Maybe he talked about the beach. And Hollywood. How Aldridge could attend a movie premier with Ryan Reynolds. Maybe meet Jennifer Lawrence shopping on Rodeo Drive. Check out the Walk of Fame. Watch Lou Addler produce a record.
Lamarcus, not surprisingly wasn’t impressed. But we still had that other guy to carry out banner. To make the deal. Our intrepid superstar of the long ago past, Kobe Bryant. So Kobe steps up to the plate, everything on the line and smash! He belts Aldridge with the second brick in the face. Kobe opens his mouth, and out of all the millions of things he could have said to make Alrdridge comfortable, to make him think LA was the place to play, he says, “I envision you as my Pau Gasol”!!! Yes, Aldridge had to sit there, a 29 year old all star in his prime and listen to a has been 37 year old ex-superstar who has not been able to finish his last three years give up yet another Kobespeak version of, “You will play second in the pecking order to me.”
You know that old line, as in, Pau will be second in the pecking order and Drew will be pecking third, lol.
As you can imagine, that kind of took the air out of the old Lakers balloon. So Aldridge said, “Thanks guys, I’ll keep you in mind,” as he took his bloodied nose and left Comedy Central. And the very next day he crossed the Lakers off the list.
The reports today say, he and Kobe didn’t really mesh. Now isn't that shocking? Impossible to believe almost. How many times have we heard that sentence with the word Kobe in it? But it’s not a surprise, since the only thing Kobe has every meshed with is his own massive ego.
37 years old, physically battered, on a crap team desperately, desperately in need of help, and all King Kobe can do, all he can worry about is letting Aldridge know he will be second fiddle. Be his new Pau. That's what's on the great man's mind. Talk about pathetic. I mean how pathetic can it really get? This pathetic, radio jocks were laughing about him today, all day. That's how far he has come. This guy has not learned a single thing in his whole career. He can't even realize what kind of help Lamarcus could have brought him. How much pressure he could have taken off Kobe's shoulders and breaking body. He is so screwed up he doesn't even know he's just history now and nothing more than that.
And so for the Lakers, the big free agent festival ends as it began. With nothing.
And here is the stark truth to all this. Before the Lakers are ever going to be anything serious in this league again, certain things will have to happen. Number one is that Kobe Bryant has to take himself and his delusions out the door as soon as possible. That means next year. As indispensable as he was to our team’s championships long years ago, he is now just as indispensable to our destruction. If Kobe offers Mitch to come back next year, even at a dollar a year, hell, even if Kobe offers to pay the Lakers, shut the door, no slam it, hard, call security and have them escort Kobe and his ego out the Staples Center offices with extreme prejudice.
Now we turn to Mitch, the GM whose decisions and thinking seem as glazed and vacant as the look you see constantly on his face. He is a man of the past. He still is stuck in that old mindset that the lights and sights of LA are our chief selling point. That really ended long ago. Shaq was the last player who really was enticed by that lure. Today players want to know about hoops. Plans about hoops. How you plan to win, how you plan to build a team, how you plan to use them. They are very serious about their craft and want to be taken seriously.
Here is an interesting sidebar. After Lamarcus left LA for good, his next meeting was at Houston. He was blown away by their presentation. You know why? Because their front office talked hoops, and they backed up their theories and ideas with metrics. And this why that is so fascinating: Not that long ago, I wrote a post expressing concern about the Lakers’ and Mitch’s disdain for metrics. I worried that the Lakers were falling behind the curve with technology. You see, sports and technology go hand in hand. And if you fall behind in one, you will fall behind in the other. So while Mitch was selling the City of Lights and senile Jack Nicholson, Houston was selling data, facts, proofs, hoops. And you know what other team will sell Aldridge with hoops and metrics? San Antonio. They eat up metrics there. And you know who he will end up signing with now, instead of his erstwhile favorite team the Lakers? It will be the serious teams, the metrics teams, Houston or San Antonio. It won’t be the team whose GM talked about outside interests.
Years ago you pitied the league because we had Kobe. Seems like a hundred years ago now. Because now you have to pity the Lakers because we have this empty shell wrapped around an uncontrollable ego. Pity us because nothing good will happen with Kobe here. Pity us because no great player will ever come here and go through the misery of Kobe Bryant. Pity Russell and Randle and Clarkson and any other Laker, because they will never come close to being what they can be as long as Kobe is here. And pity the fans because we will lose out on all those things.
Until Kobe is gone, we are gone. And that is the immutable truth of the Los Angeles Lakers.
But even scarier is the thought that until Mitch is gone, the same may hold true. Players come and go over the quick years of their athletic lives. But GM’s can stay into old age. And when you look at the decisions Mitch Kupchak has come down with for the last five years, this trail of tears he has led the Lakers on, it scares the sh*t out of me.
And now add on the latest chapter in the Mitch Kupchak routine. It only took one meeting, but that was all Aldridge had to see of Mitch Kupchak, the GM of our Los Angeles Lakers to know he wanted far away from this clown car. And if Mitch doesn’t wake up, and stop thinking you get players here by putting up billboards of them all over LA (Dwight Howard), or talking about Santa Monica Boulevard instead of hoops, we will go nowhere. And if that ends up the case, who will pull the trigger on him and when?
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