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LeBron James opened a window Thursday into how he views a game even when he’s not playing . . .
For weeks now, as his players have blown out knees like NASCAR cars blow out engines, David Stern, make that Dr.
No sooner did the forearms of Tyson Chandler meet the force of LeBron James then the referees in Game 1 of Heat-Knicks huddled to come up with what has been the consensus answer for flagrant fouls this season: Assume the worst and allow the video to sort it out.
This is where the lockout grinder of a schedule has delivered us.
There was one correct answer, and in the past 24 hours Ray Allen and Dwyane Wade whiffed.
In the ego-driven, pride-centric world of the NBA, you’re never going to hear an athlete say, “Man, I’m tired, I’m sitting this one out.”
Heat-Mavericks wasn’t what it was cracked up to be on Christmas Day, and it won’t be on Thursday night either.
Civic activism tends to be muted in the NBA to almost the same degree as political activism.
That’s a pretty impressive piece of trivia that Stan Van Gundy is about to be attached to, if you believe the scuttlebutt: the first NBA head coach to be fired by both Shaquille O’Neal and Dwight Howard (if you accepted the speculation back in December 2005 with the Heat).
The shame of the NBA trading deadline is that it does not follow the post-Christmas “Boxing Day” tradition of Canada and other countries, where you spend the day after sorting out the junk from the actual gifts.
The victory by the Sacramento Kings over a new arena and long-term franchise stability is an encouraging one for small markets throughout the NBA.
It certainly will not reach the point of the Pro Bowl, where many are chosen but few elect to serve.
Sorry, just not sure how this works anymore, when it comes to what is tampering what is innocent conversation, and, frankly what is NBA protocol and civility.
Ah, the mega-trade, the all-for-one and the hope that the one is the end-all.
Glance at those NBA ads promoting broadcasts of games and you’ll notice the small print that reads: “Scheduled to appear.”
At the conclusion of Tuesday’s play, only one NBA player was averaging more than 19 shots per game.
Has the title of NBA general manager become obsolete?
If the NBA was smart, it would swoop collectively upon Dallas, claim the already-booked hotel space and tell Major League Baseball that, at this moment, they need winter meetings far more than any other sport.
If you didn’t know better (or perhaps if you do), it sure seems as if David Stern’s ultimate goal from the lockout is to reshape his league through some sort of real-life fantasy draft.
The owners insist they only grudgingly are offering this deal that comes with an expiration hour.
The goal for Billy Hunter, Derek Fisher and the players’ union is not to win.
The problem with a lack of games is that all we are left with to dissect is the rhetoric.