
This morning, I woke up to read a draft rumors article from Woj of Yahoo! Sports, saying that the Portland Trailblazers were showing a “strong interest” in Mo Williams.
How did I feel when I read this?
Encouraged.
Now let’s compare how I felt this morning with how I felt the day I saw on the bottom of the ESPN crawl in my apartment that Williams had been traveled to the Cavaliers by the Milwaukee Bucks two summers ago…
Beyond enthusiastic. I called DAD. We talked excitedly. It was a great trade, as anyone who had seen Williams torch the Cavaliers during the regular season would attest. My enthusiasm was only supported by the 82 games that eventually followed. The Cavs finished with the best record of the LeBron era, and the best record in the entire NBA…
And then things changed. What? How could my enthusiasm for Williams being traded to the Cavaliers transform into encouragement that the Cavaliers might trade him away?
A couple things. First, and most importantly, I got a lot smarter about basketball. I came to understand that Delonte West and Ben Wallace were both probably more important to the Cavs success in the 2008-2009 season than Mo Williams was. Secondly, Williams shit on the money in the entire ‘09 playoffs and for much of the 2010 playoffs. I also looked at his adjusted +/- stats and watched him play defense. I laughed about past expressions of disgust over the fact that Williams didn’t get on the All Star team immediately in ‘09 and never in ‘10 (although it was never me who was disgusted).
What then is the lesson here?
Well, the big lesson is to get smart and trust the data. A couple games against one opponent don’t make a career, or a season, or even a playoff series. The second lesson is that life is fickle. So are our long distance relationships with the players that we root for. I don’t dislike Mo Williams as a player or a person, even though he does talk about what he eats for dinner a lot on Twitter and seems to complain when people won’t give him free clothes. I love it when he makes shots. I hate when he gives up a blow by or goes 0-10,000. While I try to take the good with the bad, in the case of Williams, I’ve decided that there is far more bad than there is good. To paraphrase ESPN journalist Tom Haberstroh, it is an indisputable fact that the Cavs were 3.1 points better this year when Williams was not on the floor. The question is why? Is it Mo? Is it who Mo was playing with? Personally, I think it’s Mo. He’s a poor defender and a streaky shooter. That combination does not end well.
Ultimately, the brief love affair I had with Mo Williams (pause) is probably a good example of why fans are called fans. Sports are emotional. Fans are called fans because they are “fanatics.” Someone came up with that term long ago and it was appropriate. (And likely shortened so that it was accepted by the actual fanatics - who wants to be known as a fanatic? I sure as hell don’t.) These swings of emotions we go through as supporters of, and rooters for, our favorite teams are why we can’t get upset with players when they skip town for more money or say things like “it’s a business.”
Why?
Because we may actually be just as unloyal as they are.
