Here we are again. Another day, same roster, same trite excuses from management, gutless news writers, and gullible–not all–fans: We’re young. We’re developing. We’re still building chemistry. New coach. We like our depth. It’s enough already. At this point I’d rather be a fan of the Knicks, who’ve been flailing around for the past decade. But at least they’re flailing. Because if you flail long enough at some point you’ll hit the pinata right between the eyes. But no, not the Jazz. The Jazz don’t want anything to do with the pinata. The Jazz would rather dink around with the party pony, or make sure every kid got a chance to bob for an apple.
The trade deadline has passed, and gutless Brian T Smith ruminated that the Jazz stood pat because they “didn’t want to make a deadline deal just for short-term gain.” Well, it seems to us at Lower The Rim that the statement is off base on multiple levels. The Jazz weren’t resisting short-term gain, they simply lacked the fortitude to get a major deal done, and also lacked the foresight to deal for future dividends while they have pieces to give. Quite frankly, the only thing the Jazz could have done in the name of short term gain is exactly what they chose to do: stand pat. In a championship sense, there’s no such thing as short-term gain, but in the sense of a multimillion dollar grab in the form of an 8th seed and at least two home playoff games, short-term gain is the name of the game. The Jazz have been playing decent of late, while Houston and Minnesota face major question marks moving forward. Apparently the front office likes its chances at the playoffs, and were in no mood to rock the boat, regardless of what the move was. Such has been the organization’s M.O. for the last two decades, at the expense of true contention, and more tragically, at the expense of the fans.
Had the Jazz made the championship move and traded Al Jefferson or Paul Millsap for future lotto picks or a young guard with upside, they would more than likely have tanked the season as well. No playoffs, no multimillion dollar payday for the organization: $20 parking and $5 hot dogs during those bonus months of April and May. You can bet they weighed the odds, and standing pat was their best shot at skimming a little extra off the top of their loyal fans’ budget. Making any sort of move before the deadline would have been the ultimate dice roll in that regard, and as we all know, the slugs in the Jazz front office would rather line their pockets with a sure thing than roll the dice on behalf of the fans and in the name of ultimate glory.
So hooray for us, Jazz fans. The beat goes on. Playoffs playoffs playoffs, rah rah rah. But championship?… Miller family? Don’t forget we’re dealing with hugely successful car salesman here, and for as long as I can remember, they’ve had us all hook line and sinker.