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Marquis Teague trade a pointless, expensive deal for Brooklyn Nets - By Mark Deeks at SB Nation

Representative Sentence: Just because you can afford to take on the cost that others won’t, it doesn’t mean that you should.

Last week’s trade that sent D-League-shuttlers Marquis Teague, Tornike Shengelia, and Tyshawn Taylor to new addresses only registered on the radars of die-hards and Georgians. But, like the wind, this trade impacts the world whether you see it or not. England’s foremost basketball mind, Mark Deeks, masterfully explains how Chicago’s involvement of the trade was brilliant–freeing up cap space and acquiring an intriguing, low-risk prospect in exchange for the league’s closest thing to a rookie contract toxic asset. Deeks also levels sound criticism on Brooklyn’s involvement in the deal, as they have increased their guaranteed money owed for 2014-15 without tangibly improving their team. Yes, the cap fluctuations involved in this trade are on the order of hundreds of thousands instead of tens of millions, but is God not in the details?

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Goodbye, Commish: A Farewell Note to David Stern – By Bethlehem Shoals at GQ

Representative Sentence: David Stern, you were about as NBA as a commissioner can get.

This NBA season has made Shoals–and, well, probably you too–downright melancholy, bemoaning the end of a personally relevant era and, like the rest of us, teeth-gnashing over all dem injuries. Here, too, current events have compelled Shoals to focus on endings rather than beginnings, deaths rather than births. Shoals feigns indecision as to whether he respects Stern or not, but, ultimately, lands on the side of disapproving Stern’s term as commissioner–those lockouts sure do make for compelling evidence. Much like a head coach, the guts of Stern’s job are performed out of public view, forcing us to frantically calibrate the truth behind a veil of well-timed public appearances. Still I can’t help but respect a man who so heartily loves the sounds of boos directed his own way.

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On Basketball Mutiny – By netw3rk at Grantland

Representative Sentence: With the exception of those coaches at the most rarified, 11-ring-having, Zen-koan-spitting level, the world is absolutely lousy with dudes who can draw on a whiteboard, and they are all expendable in the face of objections from their players.

A timeless, always-relevant guide to how identifying how a team’s crew tries to overthrow their captain–namely, through the media and passive-aggressively. This being netw3rk, there is of course psychological examination of Mike Woodson–though all should be aware that navel-gazin’ Knicks neuroticism is zooming in perilously close to its expiration date.

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We’re stuck with Gerald Wallace (and that’s not the worst thing ever) – By Jeff Clark at CelticsBlog

Representative Sentence: Might as well get used to the idea of Gerald Wallace being around for a while.

Gerald Wallace‘s tenure with the Boston Celtics has meaning that transcends the tactical, transcends capology, and approaches the existential. A bloated contract, after all, is supposed to belong to an empty-calorie jump-shooter like Larry Hughes or Rashard Lewis. But Gerald? That same Gerald known for, more than anything, flinging his body to the hardwood in hopes of retaining the most unlikeliest of loose balls? The same Gerald who averaged 18.1P/7.2R/2.6A/2.0S/1.0B all for $5.5 M, one day not too far gone? Even mere months into his stay in Boston, with that contract it is indeed necessary to at least be aware of exit strategies, and here they are. Keep faith, Bostonians–even if Wallace’s shot will never again be true, his lob is on point.

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Excellence Is a Mean State: Fantasy Basketball and the Classics – By Laura Legge at The Classical

Representative Sentence: In the same way, it can be a lot harder to understand the pain of the player who subtly bears a disharmony of the body, little invisible debilitations like chronic shin splints or excruciating back spasms or the sort of hairline fractures in tiny bones in the foot that end seasons and crimp careers.

A wholly necessary meditation for all of us, living through this age of injury as we are.

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