Sure, I have a vested interest in Steve Nash's individual success.
He's THE point guard on my fantasy team. Beyond that, I've always loved his game. I got my nephew the Steve Nash instructional DVD years ago (still collecting dust somewhere) and scoured the Suns' boxscores even if I didn't have any of those players on my fantasy teams.
His ability to surgically manipulate any defense in the midst of chaos was something to behold. Now, with Mike D'Antoni waving his magic wand in New York -- turning Zach Randolph into a double-double monster -- and Terry Porter turning the Suns into the setting Suns, I'm saddened a touch.
Steve Nash is no longer Steve Nash. He is now Terry Porter, the deliberate, station-to-station point guard who eschews the fastbreak in favor of makule-league style tempo. I hate it. HATE IT.
If Terry Porter wanted to play the game, he could announce his return from retirement, put on a jersey and try out for any of the NBA or EuroLeague or D-League teams. Good for him. But no. He's trying to transform Steve Nash into Terry Porter II.
It sucks and the results prove it. Nash is nowhere near as effective as he once was. I'm starting to fantasize about Phoenix dealing him to the Knicks. That would make me happy, Nash happy (you'd never hear him complain, but...) and Porter could sign some old, flabby point guard to run his prehistoric sets at 2 mph.
Am I bitter? No. But it sure is perplexing to see someone junk the engine of a Ferrari in hopes that it functions better as a fancy shopping wagon.
Originally posted at hondareport.com.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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