Basketball Diaries
Is David Kahn the worst sports executive of all time?

Yes. I really think he may have nailed it. And I hope this response comes up on askjeeves.com. It’s a feeling so deep in my guts that I’m worried it could block up something important. This guy has found the perfect mix of bumbling incompetence and pseudo philosophical self justification. It would be amazing if it weren’t so deeply disturbing. My only caveats are that I did not pay attention during the Isiah Thomas era and have a habit of passing out whenever baseball is mentioned.

(I just wrote out all his decisions and then deleted the three paragraphs because I was so angry afterwards that I broke out in some kind of rash in my inner ear. Didn’t even think that was possible.)

Look, I’m not a Timberwolves fan. I don’t really care if the team bombs so badly next year that they have to rename themselves the Minnesota Enola Gay. I just hate seeing a city being kicked in the nuts by a moron. It’s like when that guy you know is an idiot gets promoted at work because he pulled the most self-promotion and parroted the most cliches. Except instead of them just getting to hoik their phlegmy spitballs of newfound authority on their former colleagues, Kahn’s target is the sports fans of an entire city.

Maybe that’s just how it is in life. The flotsam rises to the top because of their ability to stare failure in the face, shake its hand firmly, and say “how do you do?”. I just hoped it wasn’t the case in the dreamland called the NBA.

*David Kahn and his handpicked coach Kurt Rambis

Draft day

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New Basketball Diaries blog

Scouting report:

Pros:
Heart and hustle.
Not written by David Kahn.

Cons:
Poor basketball IQ.
Not written by Charles Barkley.

Summary:

Lots of upside. _____________________________________________________________________

To be honest, I’ve never seen the 1995 film, The Basketball Diaries. Wikipedia says it’s a harrowing tale of drug addiction, sexual depravity and terminal illness. I don’t know whether that’s a good metaphor for this blog, but it’s a millstone we’re going to have to carry until New Line Cinema’s lawyers issue a threatening letter.

Anyway, this is my first post on basketball and the many ways it encroaches on everyday life. Ever dunked on one of those Primary School hoops pretending you’re a young Shawn Kemp*? Spent an entire morning at work looking up old box scores and scoring averages? Entered into an angry internet dispute about the place of analytics in the NBA? Don’t worry. Me too. It’s not wrong. It’s just different. And that makes it right. 

*Before he gained like 200 pounds. Where is Shawn Kemp now? I’m guessing wherever he is, his time there will involve bedsores.