Ratto: Gravity limiting upside of Kings' Cousins

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Ratto: Gravity limiting upside of Kings' Cousins

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DeMarcus Cousins is all upside, which is why the Sacramento Kings drafted him. Gravity, on the other hand, is a real bitch, as the kids like to say.In short, he is running close to the third rail yet again, and closer than ever to actually hitting it.NEWS: Kings' Cousins kicked off team plane to Phoenix
As we know from our reading, Cousins was held off the Kings charter to Phoenix Saturday night after a postgame altercation with teammate Donte Greene over whom should have gotten the inbound pass that resulted in Tyreke Evans missed jumper in the Kings 99-97 loss to Oklahoma City.RECAP: Tyreke misses game-winner as Kings fall to OKC
Greene was the inbounder. Cousins didnt get the ball. Any other questions?This is by the count of Sacramento Bee beat writer Jason Jones the fourth Cousins-related dust-up this year that has hit the streets. He had an argument with the Kings strength and conditioning coach in preseason, an argument with Westphal in November and a benching after making a choking gesture at Warrior Reggie Williams before a free throw December 23.Those, however, are less troublesome than the current issue, and makes one wonder if Sacramento is quite the fit for Cousins, let alone whether Cousins can fit anywhere at this stage of his career. Sam Amick, the senior NBA writer for Fanhouse has described it as nothing less than a power struggle between Cousins and Evans, which is a powderkeg of a different size entirely. If that is so, someone will have to back down, or the Kings will have to remove their talent stable by one, sooner rather than later.Cousins is undeniably young, and undeniably talented. He is also undeniably quick to offend, and head coach Paul Westphal and general manager Geoff Petrie, who apparently made the decision to keep Cousins off the plane, clearly see that their messages and Cousins attention are beginning to diverge.The snap with Greene is one of those cross-the-line moments for one simple reason: Greene is a teammate. Greene's position on the play is that Evans was open and Cousins was not; Cousins position, according to one source who spoke with ESPNs J.A. Adande, is that he isnt respected.Well, this isnt likely to help.On the other hand, it isnt irredeemable, either. Cousins may not be joyous and sing-songy with the Kings right now, but it either has or will be made clear to him shortly that not all disgruntled players end up with the Lakers or Celtics. The Kings have invested more in Cousins development than they are willing to write off at this point, and whether this is a cry for relocation or just the flailing of a youngun trying to find his place, he will remain a King.Or he will end up on a team that has no more chance of achieving greatness than Sacramento, because there are lots more of those than there are Lakers or Celtics.For the moment, he is a player whose game is trending upward but who is still more 20 years older than he realizes. The Kings are bad, but he is still struggling to understand how much of this team is about him and how much is not. Saturday night, it was about him. Sunday night in Phoenix, it wont be. What comes after that depends entirely on how well he and Petrie can express themselves toward the common goal of making Cousins the best King he can be.Because the alternative may not be Cousins the Laker, but Cousins the Timberwolf, or Cousins the caricatured malcontent -- just to name two teams he wants to be on even less than the Kings.

The real issue that lingers now that OJ Simpson is a free man

The real issue that lingers now that OJ Simpson is a free man

O.J. Simpson is free. The system as it is defined by those who run it in the case of the Nevada Parole Board, worked.

But the issue that lingers is whether we can free ourselves of him. That system is far more amorphous, arbitrarty and essentially unfair. And in its own revolting way, it works too.

The O.J. market has always been bullish. The old cliché that people can’t get enough no matter how much you shovel at them is more true for him than for any other sports figure of the last 50 years. More than Tiger Woods. More than LeBron James. More than Michael Jordan. More than all of them.

And now his parole hearing, televised and streamed by every outlet except Home & Garden Television, proved it again. He will never not be O.J.

But he is also 70. He is also planning to go to Florida and be with his family, based on what he told the parole board Thursday. He has assiduously avoided the media in his nine years in Lovelock, and if his family is providing the support it pledges, it will do its utmost to keep him from our prying eyes as he enters his dotage.

There is nothing we have that can do him any good. We have eaten all the forms of O.J. there are, culminating in the Emmy-award winning documentary on him, and finally, his release from prison. If he is wise as well as smart, here’s nothing left of his life but re-airs.

So the question becomes not so much whether he can leave fame alone, or whether fame can leave him alone. Our national appetite is poor on the topic of leaving people be, let alone deciding enough is enough. The fame we make for people gorges, purges and gorges again, in a hideous cycle that demeans all involved.

In sum, O.J. Simpson can, if he is paying attention to the value of normalcy, end his addiction to fame. I have far more serious doubts about fame and its addiction to him.

Quietest time in sports yields a pair of idiotic fascinations

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Quietest time in sports yields a pair of idiotic fascinations

Some time not that very long ago, someone in sports management who will almost certainly spend all of eternity bobbing for razor-studded apples in a pool of lava saw an opportunity in the phrase, “The quietest time in sports.” And decided to fill it with filth.
 
It is believed to begin right after the end of the NBA Finals, although that artificial start date has been extended through free agency now that the NBA’s principal entertainment vehicle is the burning of money. It used to be right after the Major League Baseball All-Star Game, though now it has been extended backward. And it ends roughly at the beginning of NFL and/or college training camps, depending on where you live and which of those two beasts you profess your God to be.
 
But let’s get back to the management succubus who has set us on the path that has led inexcusably to the current point. The idea that baseball no longer holds the interest or attention spans of the young, cool and inadequately trained in the value of money is now accepted as fact, and as any marketing nitwit will tell you, nature abhors a vacuum.
 
So here’s what we’ve got. Floyd Mayweather and Conor McGregor in what is very simply a lazy-stereotype-laden comedy tour that isn’t funny let alone even mildly convincing. They have both been on the stage too long, with a month still to go before the final shame-off August 26, where they simply enter the arena, stand with their backs to each other at the ring rope and spend 45 minutes trying to target-spit into the eyes of the high-rollers. Why the promoters didn’t just muzzle Mayweather and McGregor and use actual professionals like Key and Peele and Aisling Bea and Ed Byrne to work the crowds for a million per is simply a lack of imagination at work.
 
Here’s what else we have. Our idiotic fascination for Lonzo Ball’s two best Summer League games being achieved wearing shoes other than those promoted by his father/huckster as though his skills and intelligence are all in his feet.
 
What this actually is, of course, is people using Lonzo’s momentary and mostly microscopic achievement to call LaVar a tedious swine without ever using his name or his product catalog because he, like McGregor and Mayweather, beats down crowds and calls it entertainment, and people have signed on in a weird backdoor way – by finding reasons to like the son as a weapon against the father.
 
Thus, Lonzo Ball gets to learn how to be a professional athlete of note while carrying the load of his father’s impression upon the nation as well as the loads of those who believe that sins of the father must revert to the son. Popularity’s dominant property is its corrosion, and Ball will have to have very fast feet and well-constructed shoes indeed to dance away from the rising tide of a bored fan base with an ax to grind.
 
It isn’t as instantly gratifying a train wreck as Mayweather-McGregor, but it is a triumph of the new marketing strategy of wholesale idiocy that diminishes the watcher as well as the watched.
 
Neither of these events are in and of themselves interesting. Mayweather-McGregor is simply a kangaroo boxing a bear because circus entertainment no longer has circuses as venues, and Ball’s summer bears almost no relationship to the true test of his career – how to be the best player on a terrible team and then make the adjustment to being the third best player on a rebuilding team.
 
Ball has a longer shelf life because of that single useful component, but it is made less rather than more interesting by the presence of his father, who is now indelibly part of the tale at a time when most parents leave their children to find their fortunes by the virtues of their skills and wits.
 
McGregor-Mayweather has the sole benefit of being cringeworthy both before, during and after the event, a month-long smear of degradation that reduces all involved, including those who buy the fight, into penitents, into rolling apologies. It is an event in which nobody gets out with any shred of dignity, with the single revolting example of the grisly accountant-beasts who will take the Internal Revenue’s cut immediately after the fight.
 
And if that isn’t Satan winning, then you don’t know how to score a game in which Satan plays on all the teams at once and sees to it that the game is scheduled in the middle of July because some client of his told him it was the best time of year for personal and professional disgrace with a scoreboard on the end of it.