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Toronto Sun: Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas
One of the funniest books I ever read.
Ray
[Toronto Sun: Sports]
Thursday, October 22, 1998
Fear and loathing in Las Vegas
By CRAIG DANIELS
Everything you wanted to know about
the average NBA player is personified
in the choice of locale for the
union's most crucial meeting, now
under way in -- where else? -- Las
Vegas.
Or, as one player agent, who yesterday
was trying to decide whether to go to
Vegas, put it: "Can somebody please
explain to me why this meeting is not
in New York?"
Well, no they can't. And that's the
problem.
But no doubt, attendance will be
decent. What player is going to miss
an opportunity to discuss labour
issues over a little blackjack?
By the way, this is called being
focused on the issues. And if that
sounds overly cynical it's also
exactly why the players are about to
cave.
Look, union executive director Billy
Hunter is a talented, committed
individual but one who is in the
process of doing the impossible,
namely, knitting 400 weak links into a
chain.
Lower-salaried players believe they've
been sold out by by their higher-paid
brethren, and they're probably right.
WHAT WAS EWING DOING?
What was the union thinking when it
proposed a tax on salaries that would
have had an impact on precisely two
contracts, and kicked in for contracts
above $18 million, which is, ta da,
just what union president Patrick
Ewing happens to make? And speaking of
Ewing, wasn't he the guy propped into
office by agent David Falk, whose
client list includes the league's
biggest-ticket players?
As ex-Raptor Shawn Respert put it:
"Our problem is it seems the minority
is speaking for the majority."
Dozens of other players are just plain
bored and just want to play. Those who
actually think about such things worry
about injuring themselves during
pickup games and having no contract
and no insurance. Atlanta free agent
Christian Laettner, he of the torn
Achilles tendon, is their poster
child.
Dozens more are terrified by the
prospect of no paycheques for an
entire month, and rest assured what
remains of November's schedule will be
cancelled.
And behind it all, the player agents,
terrified over the prospect of their
own pay packets being trimmed, are
prepared to push their clients into
playing the only card the players have
left -- a nuclear weapon called
decertification, which is a little
like setting fire to your city shortly
before abandoning it to an advancing
army. The idea is, basically, if we
can't live there, neither can they.
Although this should not exactly come
as a surprise, there are the legions
of players who haven't a clue what the
issues are despite efforts by the
union to inform. Most players haven't
had to think about anything more
complicated than which suit to take on
a road trip since they were teenagers,
and by the time they reach the NBA,
buying a bauble at the jewelry store
falls into the category of a major
life epiphany.
"I don't know as much as I should
know, to be honest with you," said
Allen Iverson, the Philadelphia 76ers
free-agent guard who, God help the
league, is becoming one of the game's
premier players.
Former Raptor Damon Stoudamire, who
admits he, too, needs to bone up in a
hurry before he gets to Vegas, summed
up it rather too truthfully for The
Toronto Sun's Bill Harris the other
day:
"A lot of guys feel out of the loop.
(The union has) sent us bunches of
documents, but really, guys need
things spelled out for them."
To understand the quandary you need go
no further than the Raptors locker
room. The last time they had a union
rep who actually cared what the issues
were and could articulate them, Ed
Pinckney was wearing a Toronto
uniform.
The current player rep is Dee Brown,
who got the job by default. That means
no one else was interested.
And while we're talking about Brown,
it might be worth asking why he was in
Toronto yesterday instead of Vegas,
unless he, too, is beyond caring about
the confusion around him.
And then there is the union strategy,
which is as fundamentally flawed as it
is possible to be. How do you have a
hope of talking the league into
spending more on salaries when you
wrote into the last agreement the
league's right to reopen if costs
began to outstrip revenue?
The best the union can hope for is to
give the league what it wants, let it
get fat and moneyed, and then go to
war at a later date. Let's hope that,
by then, the players actually might
have a clue what they're fighting for.
With any luck, by then, it won't take
slot machines to convince them.
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