When you're hot, your hot and when your not, you not.
Nov. 13, 2009
Spacing and timing. Sonny and Cher. Batman and Robin. Some things just go together. By themselves they work, kind of. But when paired? Look out. That's when the magic happens. Beautiful basketball pivots on offensive spacing and timing. And it seems to me that life swings back and forth on the same two hinges. So every week or so we'll be examining both, or maybe just pondering about one or the other. And who knows what might happen with the right amount of space and enough time...
Oct. 16, 2009: The Write Space and Time
Oct. 26, 2009: The Vision Part
Nov. 13, 2009: Hot and Cold
Nov. 13, 2009 -- In basketball land there is an age old axiom that says: Everything looks pretty when the ball is going in. Unfortunately, the reverse of that--that all mistakes become glaringly obvious when it doesn't, is true as well. Thus we have noticed in our two dress rehearsals for the 2009-10 season.
Remember that song: "When you're hot, you're hot, and when you're not, you're not"? It floats through my brain occasionally these days; I'm not gonna lie.
We have four halves under our belts. We've been on fire and we've spent some time shivering in Antartica. And while I much prefer the heat, those cold blasts will sure get your attention. When the ball goes in and in and in and in, nobody much notices when you don't crash the glass. The screen you get hung up on that gives your opponent a wide open look is pale and blurry when you simply inbound the ball, push it to the other end, and nail a three in response. A hot hand can dull the senses. The lens gets fuzzy and there is stuff you just don't see.
But when it's cold.... the middle drives and the missed block outs sting. The touch foul that you get called for because you were late on your close out bites like a sharp north wind. When the ball won't fit in the little round hoop, the senses soar to security alert orange and nothing goes unnoticed.
Life defined by the three ball allows for little margin of error. But I don't mind it at all. I actually kind of like the mask being removed. Superior size or speed can sometimes allow you to get away with poor technique or sloppy execution. And the more you can get away with it, the less important doing it right becomes to you. Our team this year can't afford to fail to do things right. Every little thing matters. The perfection of a plethora of little, tiny details will be what buoys us when the bitter winds blow.
The 40 minute rides for us will be a lot like the Oklahoma weather. If you don't like what you see, stick around for a bit. It's bound to change. But the constant will be our insides--our drive and our attention to detail. And if that is strong, the results will be consistent even when the ride is wild.