The race for Most Improved Player just got real. Like “Boyz n the Hood” real. “Shawshank Redemption” real. “Snooki and J-Woww” real. Guys are getting serious about winning this award, so the competition has gotten tougher than wildebeest mating season. Kemba Walker, Omer Asik, Serge Ibaka, Larry Sanders and George Hill all have had breakout seasons, yet none of them were able to crack the top five in this week’s rankings. [Read more…]
I’m going to start this column by doing what I do best: quoting Keri Hilson. Sometimes Nikola Vucevic comes around, and he knocks you down. Just get back up when he knocks you down. Further, as the modern poet Ne-Yo put it, “I never thought I’d hear myself say, ‘Y’all go ahead, I think I’m gonna kick it and watch the Magic today.'” But this Vucevic guy…he shot me out the sky. And now I’m crashing. I don’t know how it happened, but
It’s always a little sad when someone goes overboard with the whole “new year, new me” routine. You know what I’m talking about. Your portly friend will talk with conviction about how this is the year when he hits the gym, loses some weight and gets himself in better shape. You nod your head and encourage him. You’re rooting for him, but you know that while he may lay off the Ring Dings for a couple of weeks, he’ll be mowing down
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the league, not a player was balling, not even Jeff Teague. The Most Improved Player Rankings were crafted with flair, in the hopes that somebody -anybody – might care. [Read more…]
The race for this season’s Most Improved Player reminds me of one of those computer-simulated races that take place on the jumbotrons at arenas throughout the country. You know what I’m talking about. They’ve got the cute characters and cool animation, but they end up with more twists and turns than an M. Night Shyamalan movie. Most races go something like this: [Read more…]
It’s not Chris Sheridan’s fault. He didn’t know what he was getting into when he handed this column over to me, one of the top five most improved human beings on the face of the Earth. He didn’t know that I could barely read in 10th grade, but that my diligence and perseverance has make me grammar better so much. He couldn’t possibly have known that I successfully debated Mookie Blaylock’s candidacy for Most Improved Player in week three of the 1994-95 NBA season
It’s a dark, snowy Tuesday night in Hamden, Connecticut, the kind that last all basketball season in the Northeast. John W. Adams is sitting by himself in the last row at the TD Bank SportsCenter, preparing to take in yet another game in the long stretch of games that make up his life each winter. Over the next five months, the NCAA’s head of men’s basketball officials will traverse the country, going from city to city, small gym to huge arena, to