Thursday, December 1, 2011

Chris

Just a couple days back, I wrote an impassioned open letter on my Facebook page to one of my favorite athletes of all time:


Dearest Chris,

If you would be so sweet, so kind, so generous, as to allow my poor, humble city the honor of putting your simple, yet elegant name, in small letters below the nape of your neck on a jersey of a royal blue and flaming orange, I cannot express the levels we would go to to show you our gratitude. We will forever love Amare, the one free agent of the summer of 2010 who didn't spurn us, who truly believed the Garden could be great again. We will always love Carmelo, with his Brooklyn-Puerto Rican origins and as a symbol that once more, New York was such a desirable location that an athlete would do anything to come and play under the name of our once beleaguered franchise. But you? You are a different breed entirely. You represent all the aspects of basketball that has long been held dear in my small, humble city. The brilliance in your distribution of the ball. Your grit and determination on defense. Your fiery will to dominate and succeed by any means necessary. Even your diminutive stature next to the giants that wear the majority of the Leagues uniforms would endear you to us. That one man, only 6 foot in stature, constantly takes the ball, with the utmost care and brilliance in his handle, through the masses and to the hoop, only to dish it out to the open man for the most efficient shot, will make the city yours forever. We love point guards in the Big Apple. We love ferocity. We love tenacity. We will love you. More than Steve Harvey loves you. More than the great city of New Orleans loves you. In the words of one of our great poets:

"Give me the splendid silent sun
with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,
Give me..."

Unfortunately, Mr. Whitman's editor did some aggressive editing and decided it would be better to end the line with "...". But speaking for every New Yorker who has great love for the Knickerbockers, I'd like the poem redacted to end with "Give me Chris Emmanuel Paul."

Yours truly,
David Lukashok

Now, just two days later this comes out:


I've had inside information from my Chris Paul spies for years now and thanks to my sources, I have a full transcript of his phone call to his agent, Leon Rose:

*Phone Dialing*
LR: CP3, my man. What's going on dude? You get that gift basket I sent you?
CP: Yeah, it was great, you know I love me some New 52.
LR: So what can I do for you Chris?
CP: I know that we've talked trade options before, and I know I've usually been hesitant to let down the great people of New Orleans, but this ownership situation is pathetic, my teammates are castoffs and I stumbled across something online that made it apparent to me that I only have one option. I need to play for the New York Knicks, Leon. As soon as possible.
LR: Woah, Chris. This is a huge deal. You sure about this?
CP: I am.
LR: What changed your mind?
CP: Well, you know how I constantly Google myself, looking for feedback from my fans?
LP: Duh.
CP: Right, so I stumbled across this kid's Facebook page, and he wrote this long, touching, at times inappropriately homoerotic, open letter to me, begging me to come play for the Knicks. At first I just laughed it off. Then it got me thinking. He swore New York would love me even more than Steve Harvey (go to the 1:23 mark) did! And the more I think about it, NYC is the best destination for me. Running the high pick and roll with STAT, finding Mello down low in transition, establishing myself as the greatest Knick of all time. It's too much to pass up.
LR: OK, Chris. I'll make it happen.
CP: Thanks, boo.
*End of Call*

Knicks Fans, thank me whenever.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Lockout Monotony

Haven't posted in the last couple weeks. Chalk that up to 2 parts school work and 1 part the fact that there is little to write about. The lockout has had its ebbs and flows. We keep getting to deadlines where a deal is supposedly close to being reached and then yielding very little due to the pissing match between owners and players over BRI, owners versus owners over revenue sharing, conniving agents looking to advance their own situation, and a general disregard by both sides towards the third group involved, the fans.

The last four seasons, dating back to the resurgence of the Celtics and Lakers and coupled with the maturation of a new generation of star players, have been some of the best the NBA has ever had. Regardless of whether todays talks end the lockout, I can't imagine this year comparing favorably. With a shortened schedule, the whole season will be compressed. This means more games per week and more back-to-back games. This means we can expect more injuries, reduced playing time for starters, increased playing time for role-players, and generally lower quality basketball. Teams with injury prone stars like the Knicks and Celtics will be playing russian roulette, hoping Amare, KG, and co. can stay healthy. After the dust settles from free agency, expect it to take a while for teams to mesh given a shorter training camp and preseason.

Look, nothing is set in stone and maybe those factors don't contribute to the season as much as I'm afraid they will. No one can say for certain. All I know is that there will be ramifications for how the union and the owners wasted so much time this summer. After initial talks before and immediately after the July 1st lockout, the players and owners didn't meet again until mid August. In contrast, the NFL immediately took action once their CBA ended and were meeting all throughout the winter and spring working towards a deal. This whole facade of really caring about getting a full season are merely a masking agent for owners willing to screw over the players and fans to rewrite the rules and the players taking a stance against a group of men who, regardless of how the lockout ends up, control their destinies. All I can say now is that I want basketball. I'm tired of coverage of all day meetings. I don't care about who wins this power struggle. I don't even care if it's an inferior product to the past few seasons. All I want is to know that every night, balls are headed through hoops.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I'll Be Missing You

Oh Sonics, at least you'll play as many games as the rest of the league you belong in this year...




R.I.P. Sonics

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

How Long Will LeBron Rule the League?

I'll be the first person to put forth my anti-Lebron opinions. Ask anyone who's ever watched Basketball with me and they can confirm this. With that being said, even I can't make the argument that he's not the best player in the league. Forget the fourth quarters, the lack of post up game, the iffy shooting, the narcism, and all the other shots that I have thrown at him, the unfinished product that is Lebron James is significantly better than any other player in the NBA today.

There are clearly guys with a more refined game than him. Dwyane Wade is a more creative finisher who also has one of the best midrange jumpers in the league. Kobe has worked on every aspect of his game to continue to be dangerous inspire of his rapidly deteriorating athleticism. Tim Duncan had mastered every technical aspect of the big man when he was younger than LeBron is now. None of those guys are ever going to be a better player than James ever again. Kobe and Duncan have lost too much due to age over the last few years that they lack the athleticism to compete with him. Wade still has enough left on his knees to stay around the same level as his teammate for the next few years, but would have to rapidly improve his game in that short time to surpass Lebron. Youth is key in the league. Youth means speed, hops, and strength. Lebron is so durable and such an athletic freak of nature that it seems incredibly unlikely he'll be overtaken for the throne by someone with more mileage than him.

There are obviously younger superstars the LeBron. His big man counterpart Dwight Howard is only a year younger than James, but bigmen tend to last longer than athletic wings historically so it seems possible that Howard will be able to extend his prime out longer. There's Kevin Durant, who's four years younger and already, albeit arguably, a better scorer than James, with his limitless range and more refined layup package. Other contenders to Lebron's crown are Blake Griffin, the next great power forward and dunk artist, and Derrick Rose, a point guard with scoring prowess. Unfortunately, I can't see any of them knocking James off the top spot anytime soon. Regardless of whether or not he improves his game, Lebron has shown a tremendous work ethic when it comes to taking care of his body. He has managed to pack more pounds onto his frame without slowing down much and staying healthy the whole way through. What's more, even without improving his game, his versatility allows him to compete with players at any position. It almost seems as if LeBron will be the best player in the league for the next decade.

This is where the average fan has a hard time liking Lebron in this day in age. Even before the Decision, there was already doubts as to whether he would reach his potential. He has struggled with "clutch" situations and staying engaged the way Michael, Magic, and Larry did. He has so much raw ability (athleticism, size, strength) and is miles ahead of most wings in other attributes (passing skill, rebounding, defense) that we can't help but see what could be if he mastered the intricacies of every position since he has the qualities of everything from a point guard to a center. His potential is so great that we expect him to be able to seamlessly transition to whatever his team needs. While this seems doable given all we've already covered, I don't think its manageable. So for the foreseeable future, Lebron will continue to be significantly better than his competitors, and we'll still consider him imperfect. It's tough to be the King.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Skins Vs. Manes

Team Skins

At Center, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. The fro just wouldn't stay up by the mid 80s
 At Power Forward, Karl Malone. Defiantly Bald
 At Small Forward, LeBron James. There's a reason he's usually wearing a headband
 At Shooting Guard, Michael Jordan. As he is with all decisions, Jordan saw it coming and shrewdly made the shaved head the new look
 At Point Guard, Jason Kidd. Read that last sentence


Team Mane

At Point Guard, Steve Nash. The only time "Slimy" and "Canadian"were used in the same sentence
 At Shooting Guard, Latrell Sprewell. Forget the incredible hair for a second and let this picture sink in. To quote Cam'ron (sorry)"Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo/Listen yo"
 At Small Forward, Julius Erving. Cooler than the other side of the pillow, as usual
 At Power Forward, Dirk Nowitzki. The flowing locks, headband, beard, who does this remind you of...
 At Center, Bill Walton. Dirk was raiding the Mountain Man look!

If the two teams played, I'd take Skins, MJ and Kareem's clutchness would cancel out LeBron and Malone's 4th quarter pants-shitting struggles.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Reasons 2007-2008 Was the best year in NBA history:

Paul Pierce, Ray Allen, and Kevin Garnett team up to make the Celtics relevant and drastically change the way we will remember their career

Kobe Bryant leads the Lakers back to prominence, gets the first seed in the West, captures his first MVP (not totally deserved but consider it a reward for being ripped off in 2006 and 2007)

The final year of the Pistons incredible stretch as the dominant team of the Eastern conference. This could be taken two ways in this context and neither one is wrong

The Pau Gasol Trade, and the hilarity that ensued with the whole league freaking out and the Chris Wallace jokes that went along with it

The last year of the comedic goldmine/car crash that was Isiah Thomas’ reign as GM/Coach of the New York Knicks. Now he’s just the invisible hand maneuvering everything our team does. That’s an improvement right?

The Anucha Browne Sanders case. You know it was a great year when it’s post-1991 and Isiah makes a list like this twice

Manu Ginobli, super sub, wins his first Sixth Man of the year award even though he should have won the previous year as well (I know that Leandro Barbosa had better stats on a arguably better team, but you can’t tell me that Barbosa was better than Manu, who was the second best player on the Spurs behind Tim Duncan and the French guy who some how ended up with the Finals MVP trophy that year because Tim Duncan some how didn’t deserve it as the only Hall of Famer who was in his prime on his team, and yes that was sarcasm)

The Rockets lose Yao Ming but somehow Tracy McGrady leads them on the longest win streak of the modern era, a shocking 22 game spree in which included defeating 10 playoff bound teams before losing to the eventual champs. Seeing as T-Mac was on the team and active, can you guess how far they went in the playoffs?

After spending the previous regular season on cruise control before turning it on in a run to the Finals, 23 year old, Pre-Decision LeBron gave us a rollicking regular season where he showed us what his peak numbers would look like submitting a stunning 30-8-7-2-1. Absolutely carried his beloved Cavs on his back and I haven’t even gotten to his playoff heroics yet

At the precocious age of 21, Dwight Howard and Chris Paul had their respective coming out parties and established themselves as the premier players at their positions. Dwight put up 20-14 with two blocks, stellar defense, and absolutely blew us away with his dunk contest win. Chris Paul was the most valuable player (but not in the award winning sense) in the league, put up a 21-4-11.6 with a league leading 2.7 steals, carried his team to the second seed in the West in a historically stacked division (Spurs-56 wins, Rockets-55, Mavs-51), and played like a cross between Isiah Thomas and Tiny Archibald on their best days

Shaq and Jason Kidd are traded to the Southwest as the Mavs and Suns desperately try to compete with the Lakers after the Gasol trade goes down. Me likes blockbuster trades.

The 2008 Dunk Contest was the first dunk contest in years with any sort of relevance. Dwight Howard came in as the favorite, much like Blake Griffin in 2011. Unlike Griffin, Howard fulfilled our wildest expectations and exceeded them with his slap it off the backboard dunk and his legendary Superman dunk. Gerald Green prevented it from being totally one sided with his entertaining cupcake candle dunk but the night was clearly Dwight’s

The Kevin Durant vs. Greg Oden conundrum, in retrospect, is settled quicker than any other draft day “Who To Choose?” drama in NBA history as Durant wins Rookie of the Year and Oden precedes to miss as many games that season as he has played in to this point

The last great Allen Iverson year, where at 32 he put up 26-3-7-2 despite at one point diving for a loose ball at the same time as Melo which lead to a rough wrestling match for possession and them having to be separated like toddlers by the rest of the team. Best of all they were teammates. Anyone surprised that the Lakers swept them in the first round?

Final season for Robert Horry, Chris Webber, Antoine Walker, PJ Brown, Sam Cassell, Alonzo Mourning, Eddie Jones, Penny Haraway, and the immortal Damon Stoudemire. Crazy amount of what-if? Scenarios that could have drastically changed most of these guys careers. This was the ultimate sign of the end of the most underachieving era of basketball players in history

Amar’e Stoudemire cements a career year for him by going on a blistering scoring tear after the Shaq trade goes through and frees him up to actually play his natural position at PF for the first time in his NBA career, averaging 28.5-9-2 while shooting 59% from the field. In my NBA watching lifetime I’ve never seen a stretch of more dominant scoring by a power forward including KG and Duncan at their peaks

A young Hawks team, suddenly intriguing Magic, LeBron lead Cavs, Big 3 Celtics, and the “Good Old” Pistons breathe some much needed intrigue back into the East for the first time since MJ left Chicago

The West is so incredibly stacked with talent that the Golden State Warriors, a year removed from pulling a 1st round upset over the #1 seeded Mavs, win 48 games and still miss the playoffs

The Greatest Playoffs in History of the NBA. Big statement. Especially given that I was born a year before Magic Johnson retired. I can only provide the truth I know but I am willing to give mountains of evidence and context to back it up.


Post Season
In the Cavs-Wizards series, the third in as many years, the 6 game battle is fueled by true hatred between the teams, hard fouling of LeBron, the meteoric rise of DeShawn Stevenson and the subsequent feud between Soulja Boy and Jay-Z over Stevenson’s “feud” with LeBron. In the pantheon of rap feuds this ranks pretty damn low on the list.

In the Hornets-Mavs series, Chris Paul cements his status as most valuable player in the league (once again, not in the award winning way) by putting up a 35-10 and a 32-17 in his first two playoffs games (both New Orleans wins) and a 24-11-15 in the clinching game 5. Since I’ve been born, LeBron is the only younger player to record a triple double in the playoffs and in those two games Bron played all 48 minutes

The Spurs and Suns have a rematch of last years controversial Tim Donaghy assisted win by San Antonio. Sadly this was during the 2 year hiatus from the 7 Seconds or Less era and the Spurs rolled through in 5 games. Game 1 was an alltimer for Tim Duncan who posted a 40-15 and hit a rare 3-pointer, which crushed the Suns’ emotionally, to send the game into a second overtime in an eventual series defining win.

The Lakers sweep the Nuggets and start serious Title Favorite buzz. Funny stat I figured out about that Nuggets team: as far as I can tell, they are the only team to ever lead the league in both steals and blocks, yet they gave up the second most points in the regular season. This is due to perimeter defenders who put in little effort other than to gamble for steals, and Marcus Camby who averaged a league high 3.6 blocks per game. Poor Camby was the only defender on the least active defensive team in the league not coached by Don Nelson. And they eventually traded him to the Clippers! What did Marcus do to deserve this?

The most exciting matchup of the first round ended up being the 1 seeded Celtics taking on the number 8 seeded Hawks. Atlanta barely made the playoffs with 37 wins and losing the last three games of the regular season. Thankfully for the 457 Hawks fans not related to the players, the New Jersey Nets lost the last game of the season to, essentially, the Celtics’ scrubs allowing the Hawks to play that same Boston team in the first round. The Celtics had cruised to a league high 66 wins and it was assumed they would make short work of the lowly Hawks. However, the Hawks made there stand and forced the Celtics into a game 7, winning all 3 of their games in Georgia, and giving the Celtics everything they could handle.

In the second round, the Celtics continued fighting for their turf tooth and nail-style in an epic 7 game series against Lebron and the other guys on the Cavs. Once again, the home team won every game as Lebron equalized the talent disparity in a series that is cool to look back at, but in reality was one of those sloppy, rough, defensive battles that the NBA was trying to get away from. We forget that now because Game 7 was a doozy. Lebron and Pierce went for 45 and 41 respectively while guarding each other and down the stretch were trading incredible basket for incredible basket. Especially given how these two had more or less contained each other for 6 games and the fact that ever since Lebron came into the league these two haven’t liked each other, it was great TV. The Celtics managed to squeeze out a 5 point win and advance.

The other great series of the second round was the Hornets-Spurs series. I’m biased on this one. The Knicks still were paying Isiah, Marbury, and Eddy Curry (who will get his due on this site) so I had shifted to being more a fan of Basketball than a Knick fan. And I was convinced that the Hornets were the team of the future. Chris Paul was that good all season. It was a battle of the up and comers versus the old guard. With the Hornets holding home court advantage I felt confident CP3 and co. could pull it off. The Hornets ran off to a 2-0 lead after their home games and it seemed like it was time to put a nail in the Duncan-Popovich era but then the Spurs held the homecourt and forced Paul to try and win solo by shutting down his passing lanes. They traded Games 5 and 6, homecourt prevailing each time, setting up a final showdown in New Orleans where the Spurs experience won out and I was forced to realize that other than West and Chandler, Paul had no teammate who was going to be able to take him past the second round.

Once the Conference Finals started everyone was whispering the same thing: Could we quite possibly be heading to a Lakers-Celtics Finals? It had been the hope of the League since the Winter when the two teams were tearing through their schedules and building up the buzz. But despite the Lakers being represented by Lakers lifer Kobe and the Celtics with their own home grown hero Pierce, both of these teams were very green. And both were pitted up against teams that had made the Conference Finals more times than you could count on your fingers the past 10 years. The Spurs-Pistons Finals in 2005 was memorable but was also one of the lowest rated Finals in the Modern Era and nobody wanted to see them go at it again. Everyone wanted at least the Lakers or the Celtics to make it and if you had no affiliation with San Antonio or Detroit, you probably wanted both.

The Lakers-Spurs series was surprisingly short considering the circumstances. Kobe and Duncan were both sensational as expected and in the elimination Game 5, Kobe prevailed with 39 points over Duncan’s impressive 19-15-10. Most impressively though, Kobe was excelling across the board while lighting up the scoreboard. Other than Game 3, he held Manu Ginobili to 10 points or fewer every contest. He contributed in the rebounding effort. And he used the Triangle brilliantly to keep his teammates involved. After blowing through a historically great Western Conference with surprising ease, Kobe earned a long awaited return to the Finals with possibly his best series ever. Lamar Odom was at his best, providing great all around play in the wingman role as a rebounder and secondary scorer. The one blemish for the Lakers was that Pau Gasol was almost eaten alive by Duncan. His scoring was low throughout the series due to being guarded by TD and in retrospect, he took a big confidence hit in this series. More on this to come.

As with the rest of the playoffs, Boston refused to make things easy for themselves. In their defense, the Pistons were coming off a great five year run with a team that had stayed intact throughout. However, with the Celtics talent it should have never been this close. After the Pistons stole Game 2, for the first time the Celtics, who hadn’t won a game outside of Boston all Postseason, didn’t have home court advantage. Rather than crumble, this forced the Celtics to play with their backs against the wall and take Game 3 in Detroit before finishing the series in Game 6 on the Pistons home floor. I have a really distinctive memory of that Game 6. My girlfriend at the time had her senior prom that night and I had no way of watching the game. This was about 9 months after the iPhone had come out and you had to use Safari to look at scores since the Apps hadn’t taken off yet. Throughout the night, I’d sneak off to the bathroom and check the score on the way out. Unfortunately for my date, we had to leave early because someone in our group sharing our hotel got sick. An hour or so after we got to the hotel I snuck to the TV room of the penthouse and got in just in time for the 4th Quarter. As the Celtics slowly turned an 8-point deficit into an 8-poin lead to win the game it slowly dawned on me that we were going to get what we wanted. Lakers. Celtics. New Generation. Then I forced myself to ignore Basketball for a few hours and enjoy Prom Night.

The Finals seem to rush by in a matter of minutes. Coming in, the Lakers were the favorites, partially because Kobe was coming off an incredible series and partially because up until late in the Pistons series the Celtics seemed to just be squeaking by inferior teams. I won’t go into a blow-by-blow description of the games but here’s what I took away from it. Pierce played better than anyone else and was invigorated by his success on defense against Kobe. After getting chewed up by Duncan, Pau was a mess and was bullied by Garnett to the point of barely impacting games. Other than his work on an already shook up Gasol, Garnett famously underachieved. People let him off the hook because he posted a 26-14 in the Game 6 finale but it was in a 39 point drumming of the Lakers and he did it against a shell of Gasol while Bynum sat on the bench in street clothes. I still see it as stat padding. Kobe fell apart in Game 6, a toll of having pushed so hard thinking he finally had the supporting cast to go all the way and then the anguish when he realized that the team just wasn’t there yet. Kobe detractors point to this as a time when if Kobe were really worth his stock he would have emboldened his team. I prefer to think that spending the last 3 years with Kwame Brown and Smush Parker traumatized Kobe and that this supposedly favored Lakers team was the ultimate tease. That’s not to take away from the Celtics. They had the better team thanks to one of the most dominant defenses ever. Ray Allen and Paul Pierce were incredible, peaking when their team needed them most. Rondo began to show flashes of his impossibly high ceiling. In the end the better team won.

So there’s my evidence. Let my opinion be filed away with those of everyone else who takes time out of their day to write about professional basketball. All I can say for certain is that this was a major turning point for the NBA. People want a balance of traditional dynasties and up and coming superstars, I believe, and this season had it all. I just remember looking at the league leaders and seeing Lebron, Dwight, and Paul leading in points, rebounds and assists, looking at the standings and seeing the Lakers and Celtics at the top, and it all felt right. Like that’s how things are supposed to be. Can’t ask for much more from a season.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Stephon Marbury

I've been thinking about the sudden golden age of point guards that we have in the (LOCKED OUT) NBA today and I couldn't help but think back to the man who made this site possible, Stephon Marbury. In the last year, off the top of my head, I can think of three up and coming point guards be compared to Marbury should their careers take a horrible turn for the worse. John Wall. Russell Westbrook. Derrick Rose. All three represent the new generation of point guard. Big, athletic, lightning quick guards who can create shots for themselves and others. Stephon was once that. When he came into the league in the incredible 1996 Draft he seemed like the perfect compliment to KG. Minnesota all of the sudden had the evolutionary point guard who could score, distribute, and space the floor, and the evolutionary big man.


But the point guard position is one of the most clearly defined in all of basketball. Guys who never possessed an iota of Marbury's raw talent far surpassed him at point guard skills because its not just about ability but about a mindset. As a point guard, you have to keep track of every member on your team. If someone is getting disengaged, you get them the ball. If guys are working hard on defense and the boards, reward them by hooking them up for easy baskets. Slow down the tempo when guys are looking winded and push the ball when the other team is running out of steam. Some of the best quarterbacks in the history of the NBA are forgiven for their lapses on defense (Magic Johnson, Steve Nash) and its understandable. Being responsible for the whole offense is a ton of work. Steph racked up a lot of assists over the years, but to a certain degree they were empty calories. He'd hold onto the ball for 18 seconds, looking for an opportunity to score and then as a last resort would toss the ball to an open teammate. Starbury was only a point guard in the sense he brought the ball down the court. No point guard in the history of the game has won by ignoring his teammates needs. Oscar Robertson was the most talented point guard of his era, a guy who by the end of his 5th season was AVERAGING A TRIPLE DOUBLE ON HIS CAREER but alienated his teammates on and off the court. He never won a title until he moved onto Kareem's Bucks team towards the end of his career and took a backseat role. No way Stephon was breaking ground that Big O hadn't.

After every time Steph left a team they improved. Leaving the T'Wolves allowed Garnett to flourish. The Nets swapped him for Jason Kidd and then went to the Finals the next two years. Phoenix traded him to New York which opened the doors for them to sign Nash that offseason and unleash one of the greatest offensive stretches in NBA history that would have produced at least on title if not for their owner's resistance to the luxury tax. Even my pathetic Knicks improved by 9 games the season after we dumped him, even though most of the awful signees of the Isiah era were still on the roster. Hell, even on draft day the Bucks improved by trading him for Ray Allen who was the pick after him.

If NBA history has showed us anything, it's that basketball teams become great by meeting at a cross section of talent and chemistry. When the guy who's in charge of overseeing the offense doesn't pay attention to his teammates then there's no amount of talent in the world that can overcome that and win a title. So pay attention D-Rose. You too Westbrook. And especially you John Wall, because your my favorite. Learn from the Cautionary Tale of Starbury.