At 9 a.m., the National Basketball Association announced three of its officials for the 3rd game of the final, and as industry observers practicing learned, the crew began with Scott Foster. Because Foster is the most experienced of the remaining 12 candidates (six are still unused officers, and six are alternatives). Also because Foster is considered the best choice in the league by outsiders which has become a significant annoyance: finding a crew that would not be an annoying conversation on Thursday morning.
In other words, the nerds brigade’s fuel for talking to the nerds about nerd stuff, including your humble typist being a charter member since Earl Storm had to punch his way into the locker wall of the first Rochester Royals fans. It was fun to watch the ref until Mark Cuban started complaining enough about it to get regular fines. Now three insurance salespeople report quarterly to the Home Office every 15 minutes.
Where Foster comes from. He’s a new catch-all magnet for fans who don’t want to be rude enough to think about officials but still want to feel like they’ve gone down with the culture. Foster has played many more final games than his contemporaries because he has played more games than his contemporaries, but because he sees and plays part of the old-school guy that everyone likes even though they have mostly gone out of fashion. Winning with speed is exactly when his name comes up, right, because they have successfully attached his name to his mouth.
Thus, his inclusion in the Game 3 crew is not only considered as another assignment but also as a statement of some sort of problem which the league thinks needs intervention, whether or not. Most practice observers (about six of them, frankly) think that Games 1 and 2 were indeed well managed by modern standards and practices, well, you know.
Drymond Green was the victim of a quick technical foul in Game 2 of Josh Tiven and flirted clumsily with a second while using Boston’s Jillian Brown as the Ottoman, which could forge a second technical and a potential game by every standard. – Changing ejection …
… If not the final. And if he is not.
What was clear from the second incident was that crew chief Zach Jarba, from officer X to Foster’s Wolverine, was working on his frontal lobe in the calcified nucleus to avoid giving Green a second technical, which he must have received in the regular season, and he found a way to avoid it, even If that means applying a different standard than the standard, because Green is a man made that way, and the first technical thing he gave him was to pass the hall for the rest of the night. , Which he understood very well.
It seemed a bit confusing for the unprofessional nord-in-training, who honestly led and Told the world People inside the league know that for almost six decades. For example, a good referee should know who is near the foul out, who has the technical foul and is flirting with the seconds and most importantly, how not to connect these points.
This came as a nuisance for casual fans who always want to foul regardless of the context and for tinfoil-hat lovers who feel that the league’s official laundry was exposed when Tim Donagh’s suspicions, pain and points were shaved two decades ago. Made 6 It filled the gap between the two days of Clay Thompson’s mistaken shooting and Al Harford’s 57th birthday not being able to survive properly.
The NBA, more than any other game, unreasonably whispers that their games have been manipulated and / or out-of-the-box fixed, because either the league wants more inventory for its broadcast partners, more money for itself, or just gin. . Start the drama before the actual season — Summer League হয় starts 20 minutes after the last game.
But listening to Xavi it seems that Green will no longer be left out because as a habitual offender he actually gets more leads than the good kids in the class, and both coaches basically agree that none of Green will get this opportunity. Second T and loading dock door? Well, it has created an exciting level of discussion that the first two dysrhythmic games did not match their own merits.
Whether it was business as usual, Zarba flickering in the cool light of truth, the NBA willing to let the past be highlighted, or the score when it was recorded, everyone knows, Drymond’s place in Game 2 was safe as a house and he knew it. If a technical foul is not the last warning, it is not a warning at all and Dreammond Green understands that fact the most. Maybe non-ejection wasn’t the problem, but rather Teven’s tooth-free technical seven-minute game. Maybe the ghost of future problems that will never be addressed that made it a heated mess from the beginning.
In other words, you’ve got two off-days between games, so you’ll get two off-the-day exciting speculative chats from people who should have had to re-express their tongues to stay calm and calm. People who care too much about the little things are now trying to figure out what the league wants to send to David Guthrie and Courtney Kirkland as Foster’s partners when the message is probably nothing more than, “Well, we need three, and someone has to do it.”
The NBA has an official problem; Quite a few, actually. The way the officers run to a place and then stay there hoping the fouls will magically come to them; The way they hover around the replay monitor, like bears with food in the back seat around the station wagon; The way they interact with players the way landlords talk to the children of their deadbeat tenants; And especially the way they fight to take a level of game command that was considered a minimum 20 years ago when Hugh Evans, Richie Powers, Jack O’Donnell and Joey Crawford roamed the land. These guys were judicious, tough, attitudes and good and genuine fear as well as respectable, or at least respected as officials, while the current team is less, weaker, younger, less worldly, more influential with players and largely unsupported. By the league that pays them. And it shows, night and day.
And yet the league has decided that engaging in discussions about elephants in the pantry is at the bottom of the list, so the outside world, even if mistakenly at the point of criminally stupid, can create what it wants, and it can be what it wants. Assume that incompetence is now dead in the rear-view mirror and in front of the intentional reality-curve.
It does not matter whether the public is right or wrong. The public lives in a world where officials are at best cowardly, stubbornly uncomfortable with the norm, and worst of all changing results because no one has ever bothered to explain to them why. The audience only learns in her panic that the technical fouls don’t really matter because they are not the last warning but a quiet tut from a kind but disgusted aunt who doesn’t want to tear herself away from the judge Judy is shouting at. Dreammond Green knows for sure.
So it was 9am, and Foster’s name was the first of a three-member crew list for Game 3, allegedly with conspiratorial consent from fans of both Celtics and Warriors, mostly because there were only four officers who actually knew anyone other than the stupid brigade. . Zach Jarba is second due to resilience bias. Tony Brothers is third, because his eyebrows were designed by a Polish quilting bee. And Ed Malay for this reason, though Malay is only one option in this series.
The league expects nothing unpleasant to happen in Game 3, and the two teams still struggling to find consistent form will not bring Foster, Guthrie and Kirkland to the scorer’s table, often a foul to explain the hostage-video quality. Flagrant Zero, a Flagrant 0.5, or a Flagrant 0.8. Even if tonight’s game is as fun as the first two games, if you see Foster explain something more than once or any time in the fourth quarter, they won’t be remembered.
So, Scott Foster. This is his time. You will hate it. Even if it looks good in secret. And the NBA will not pay attention aggressively because it knows better than to try to explain time-honored inconsistencies. And now that Steve Xavi has explained that truth to a loose jaw and confused nation, you can’t say the League didn’t ask for it. In other words, Foster is saving everyone’s ass tonight, and good luck with that.