Luis Scola, PF27 MIN | 6-8 FG | 0-0 FT | 7 REB | 2 AST | 12 PTS | +5Scola took a backseat tonight to the backcourt but did hit the shots he took, scoring 12 on 6 for 8 shooting. Luis’ year has not begun especially auspiciously, his PER slipping nearly 5 points from its career high water mark last year. Hopefully the Rockets best scooper can pick get back on track in the next few weeks.
Samuel Dalembert, C33 MIN | 4-6 FG | 4-4 FT | 4 REB | 1 AST | 12 PTS | +12Even though he only posted an unusual 4 rebounds for the night, Dalembert was more than essential to this win, spectacularly blocking 6 shots and contributing some timely offense down the stretch.
Kevin Martin, SG34 MIN | 10-21 FG | 3-4 FT | 0 REB | 3 AST | 25 PTS | +4Kevin Martin again didn’t make it to the line as much as fans of the left leaning sharpshooter are accustomed to, but that didn’t matter in this one as he looked for his shot (and hit it) from the opening tip, putting up 25 efficient (and needed) points for the men in red.
Kyle Lowry, PG39 MIN | 5-11 FG | 2-2 FT | 5 REB | 8 AST | 14 PTS | +6Kyle was largely quiet offensively for the majority of the game before pulling up for a pair of (his now patented) parking lot – “you can’t guard me!” – three pointers in the final minutes to lead the late push (with Dalembert) to put the game away.
Goran Dragic, PG24 MIN | 6-10 FG | 2-2 FT | 2 REB | 4 AST | 14 PTS | -3Dragic is my favorite back-up point guard on the Rockets’ roster. He’s exciting to watch every night and, while I genuinely hope Lowry doesn’t miss even one more game this season, I also genuinely love to watch this man play basketball.
Three Things We Saw
6 in a row, you guys! No matter how distraught you(read I) have been following the lockout, the David Stern Kaiser veto, and the inevitable realization that the best outcome for your beloved team is to lose as many games as possible, it is nice to see them win a few. With Dalembert providing doing his best Deke impersonation, Kevin Martin scoring from all over the court, and Lowry leading the team like Chris Paul (check their respective numbers, no joke), the Rockets are rounding into form in a way that they don’t traditionally until this time in a normal season. The real question remains as to what Houston can/will do when the competition gets tougher.
Despite the fact that Tim Duncan didn’t play in this game (and they lost), the Spurs did get a chance to show off some of their young talent. Kawhi Lenard looks to be the rebounding (11 boards) presence he was billed as coming out of San Diego State, and Tiago Splinter ripped off some of those post moves he conspicuously lacked last season, blowing up for 25 and 10 on 11 for 13 shooting.
Where was Chase Budinger tonight? I looked all over online to see if he was out with an injury but couldn’t find out anything. Has he already fallen so far out of McHale’s good graces that he’s not even playing a single minute? Anyone with an answer to this, please enlighten me because I’m at a complete loss for answers on this one.
The gist: Both teams are coming off low-scoring two-point overtime wins. The Spurs lucked out after J.J. Redick heaved the ball after the buzzer while the Rockets relied on Samuel Dalembert’s putback dunk to seal the outcome against the Hornets.
Key matchup: Chandler Parsons vs Richard Jefferson
Jefferson has strung together four consecutive stinkers before redeeming himself against the Magic. Parsons’ string of highlight reels came to an abrupt end after a lone trey made his night. They would like nothing more than to use this game as a stepping stone to build momentum from.
X-factor: Kevin Martin
Martin has made his last 22 free throws dating back to the overtime win against Portland. He needs to stay aggressive and keep younger legs in Kawhi Leonard, Danny Green, and Gary Neal constantly on their feet.
Code Red: Leonard will be a marked man. His minutes have increased since January 8, and over that span of seven games, he has garnered an average of 11.4 points, 6.1 rebounds, and 1.6 steals with those large mitts of his.
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After a month of pissing and moaning from the base about how the Houston Rockets just can’t bang with the big boys of the NBA, Houston got its chance to do what all good teams should: sweep up the riffraff. As anyone who paid attention this week saw, the team did just that, collecting five wins in a row to completely leave all passers-by clueless as to exactly how worthwhile this Rockets team actually is— a problem these Rockets have had for quite some time. Rarely has the dichotomy been so obvious, though: against +.500 teams, Houston’s been a dismal 3-7, accumulating all of those wins versus good teams at home, but when facing the league’s bottom-feeders, the Rockets have gone an unblemished 5-0. Playing elite teams on the road (and the Rockets have been up against some truly premier talent, including back-to-backs with the Thunder and both Los Angeles teams) has represented this buzzsaw that seems to cut the Rockets off at the knees anytime that they appear to be overreaching from their station in the NBA, that of the perennial eight-seed contender. Still, strangely enough, if the Rockets kept their current pace up, beating every team they’re supposed to beat and going .500 at home against the league’s better squads, while losing everything else, they’d the season at a beyond respectable 37-29 record, one which would almost certainly line them up for the playoffs— and a lot of road games against playoff-quality teams. Ouch. This seems like a silly exercise given the rashness of playoff talk less than a month into this season, but almost a fourth of all games have been played, which, for the Rockets at least, has brought forth some interesting patterns.
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Like Houston’s bizarre record against the good and bad, the San Antonio Spurs have spent this season’s first month establishing a hard rule to follow all year: win em in all in San Antonio, lose everywhere else. I thought home court wasn’t supposed to mean much in the NBA? This is supposed to be the sport in which the cold-blooded killers, or stars, would rather hear the silence of thousands of adoring fans than the cheers of their own (or maybe that’s just the always sociopathic Kobe Bryant). No other obvious trends stand out: of the Spurs’ six road games so far this season, only three came on the second night of a back-to-back, one being the Spurs’ last game and first road victory against the Orlando Magic in overtime. Some of the team’s home wins have been on the bad end of back-to-backs as well, and seven of the team’s nine opponents in these home stands have been teams above .500. Though this trend has a high likelihood of lasting the weekend (the Spurs play Sacramento tonight in the AT&T Center, but travel to Houston tomorrow night to face the streaking Rockets), only the tiny sample size and some weird breaks can explain this one. Veteran teams, even ones that rely on notoriously home-court friendly shooters like the Spurs do, shouldn’t be expected to be so definitely shaped by the courts on which they’re playing, and I rather suspect the Spurs are just a very good team that have had some weird hiccups out of town.
National television has not been kind to the Los Angeles Lakers in this lockout-shortened season, as “statement game” losses to the Bulls, Blazers and Clippers have left a nation of pundits to ponder the health of Kobe, the competency of Mike Brown and the overall existence of a Lakers bench; Thursday’s exploding failure of a loss to Miami looks no different, immediately prompting the Laker-obsessed media to wonder, “When is Dwight Howard coming already?” There’s oh-so-much wrong with that sentiment, but I’ll just point out the two obvious problems: one, that Dwight Howard can really go just about anywhere he wants, and two, that big kid the Lake Show has manning the post right now isn’t so shabby. The first point is obvious, as Chicago, Atlanta, soon-to-be Brooklyn, the other Los Angeles and just about any team with a general manager that’s watched a game of basketball in the last ten years wants Dwight so badly that he can taste the Executive of the Year award (Mmmm… bronzey). As for Bynum, his efficiency numbers take a little damage from his uptick in usage rate this year (while still not nearly as high as Howard’s), but his stats compare favorably: both have a ridiculously low defensive rating of 93, top the rankings in total rebound rate (with Bynum slightly trailing Howard’s league-topping, eye-popping 24.1 percentage of total available rebounds snagged) and rank among the centers with the highest PERs (my biggest stretching of the truth, in which Howard ranks seventh in the entire league whereas Bynum is only the third-best center with a usage rate over 20). All of this nonsense should be redirected at that aforementioned problem with the purple & gold: the complete and utter lack of depth. Early in Thursday night’s drubbing at the hands of the Heat, Bynum had to miss time thanks to foul trouble, and in those moments, there were no viable options for the Lakers on offense. The Heat loaded up on Pau Gasol while only allowing Bryant contested mid-range jumpers, and the rest was just a reason to click over to the more exciting, if perhaps more depressing, Rockets/Hornets ending (or the entirely more depressing GOP debate). Superstars make champions, sure, but good teams can’t exist completely independent of worthwhile contributors who won’t show up on All-Star teams.
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So many Rockets observers warned about the possible dangers of Luis Scola’s contract last offseason, even if they did so feebly, because the end of this deal would come when the highly “experienced” (read: old) Scola would be 35 years old. Most wondered what a tired-looking, even-less-athletic Scola would look like at the end of that run; like some damned Dickensian peer through the looking glass, we’re seeing exactly how ineffectual Scola can be this year. Precipitous drops in just about every meaningful statistical category have come along with Scola’s flaccid start to 2012, including in rebound rate (14.2 in 2010-11 to 10.3), true shooting percentage (53% to 48%) and win shares per 48 minutes (.110 to .016!); nothing quite encapsulates the failures like John Hollinger’s catch-all stat of Player Efficiency Rating, though, which has fallen from a near All-Star-level 18.4 from last year to a significantly below-average 12.7 in this young season. I’m hopeful we’re all just getting a brief, terrifying look into Scola’s future, but if the inevitable fall has already begun, who knows where in the hell he could end up at the end of this contract?
I promise I don’t hate the Utah Jazz. Promise. I did cry when John Stockton (and a dirty pick by Karl Malone) ended the Houston Rockets’ last meaningful title run in 1998. I certainly fumed and said several words that almost certainly wouldn’t be found acceptable within the Provo city limits when the Rockets fell in seven (in Houston. This is where I smack my forehead because the tear ducts don’t work anymore) to Utah. No, I don’t hate the Utah Jazz, but I certainly don’t think they’re among the best teams in the West, an echelon in wich an early-season burst has seem to have placed them, despite their paucity of believable NBA guards and anything that would differentiate them from other NBA teams. A middling +1.9 point differential tells part of the story, but Zach Lowe probably put it best earlier this week when he said that he’d be “pleasantly surprised” to see the Jazz come postseason time. NBA pundits, pay attention: records mean something, but Jesus, they don’t mean everything. Watching last night’s game, would anyone reasonably argue that the Jazz are a better team than the Mavericks? Now that that’s settled, would anyone argue the Mavericks are better than about six teams ahead of them in the West? Exactly.
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When the Houston Rockets signed Samuel Dalembert, seemingly minutes prior to tip-off of the opener against the Orlando Magic, I proclaimed that they would make the playoffs. (Whether or not that’s a goal they should pursue is a different matter I won’t discuss here), but after a shaky start, I still stand firm by my prediction. (It helps that they’ve recovered to go 1 game above .500.)
The reason I felt so confident about this team’s chances was that Dalembert filled its most glaring weakness from the season before. The Rockets were near tops in the league in offensive efficiency but their defense left much to be desired, to say the least. They had some solid individual defenders in the likes of Kyle Lowry, Courtney Lee, and Chuck Hayes, but they just didn’t have the ‘length’ that allows a defensive scheme to come together, enabling guys to work as a unit and cover spaces instead of individual men.
Last night, against the Hornets, Samuel Dalembert won the game with his play in the final minute. Watch below as he leaves his man to cover Jarret Jack:
But look more closely.
What made Chuck Hayes so unique was his quickness – he was/is perhaps the most nimble big man in basketball, always moving his feet to beat opponents to their desired spot on the court. Chuck Hayes’ MO was to contest through anticipation, before the shot, on the ground. But what happened if he didn’t get there in time? What happened if there was a break-down, resulting in a second opportunity or a broken play without time to set up? The other team usually scored. Last year, the Rockets didn’t have anyone who could account for mistakes. This year they do. Look at the still above: Jarrett Jack has gotten past his man into an open space with Luis Scola and Samuel Dalembert not yet having rotated.
Last year, Jack gets the shot off. This year, it doesn’t matter that Dalembert was slow to rotate – he recovers through his length, stretching his arm to block the shot and save the game.
You could argue that Hayes would have been quicker to rotate, beating Jack to the spot. I’d counter that A) a blocked shot beats a contested hand-in-the-face challenge and B) at a macro level, if your big man has to stay closer to home on a shooting power forward, the shot blocking athlete has a greater chance to recover and disrupt than the fleet-footed Chuckwagon that has to trek perfectly to the exact spot. Point being: when you’re 7 feet, there’s much more room for error for both you and your team. When you’re Hayes, you have to be perfect, to contest or set up for the charge.
It’s not just defense though where the 7-footer earns his shekels. Above, Dalembert scored the winning basket by just being long.
Were he younger, we’d have thrown a parade over having found the long-term solution at center. A pity. But for this season, I think Dalembert will be the difference.
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