Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 2:22 pm
... This is the part where I explain, once again, that we'd all LOVE for Biedrins to magically re-obtain his former glory and it'd be great if he could ball again and blah blah blah. I feel like I've done that in 10 threads all season...
The bottom line is that, if Biedrins COULD be a productive player, why hasn't he been? What's been the holdup the past 6 years? Without injury or management issues or locker room problems or a death in the family? Why should we believe that these self-inflicted wounds are suddenly healed? And why now? Why, after promising over and over again, and showing up to camp motivated and ready, and playing himself out of any more benefit of the doubt, should we possibly believe that Andris Biedrins has FINALLY put it all together?
Because he found 4 rebounds in 11 minutes one game?
Look, bro, sample size is everything when it comes to role players. You remember when Ike Diogu blew up for 18 and 9 back in his rookie year. We ALL thought that dude was gonna be a baller. And where'd he end up? Big fish in the little pond of Angola or wherever the hell he played this summer for some country that he's not from? But after so damn many prospects amounting to a hill of beans, you learn that big men are divas. Most can't hack it; those that do are worth their weight in gold. Biedrins had a great 4-year window. It got him a huge, laughable contract and it's been over for 6 years now. Brandan Wright is a role player that we traded a 20-PPG guard for. Anthony Randolph is bench depth that we touted as the future of the front court. Ike Diogu is signing some Spanish kid's summer league shirt. And who the hell knows where Stephen Lasme, Patrick O'Bryant, Kosta Perovic, and Chris Taft have washed up to. Who cares?
Andris Biedrins is a scrub.
Not a scrub with a role, who can give you 10 or 15 good minutes a game. Just a scrub. He'll single-handedly knock you into the bonus as often as he has those good rebounding games. He gives you nothing on offense. His defense consists of fouling people. He has moved on every screen he's ever set. And he is absolutely paralyzed in fear at the notion, the idea, the very thought that he might have to go to the free throw line and Hindenburg another beauty off that knee-less, lock-jaw elbow'd, 100% wrist-flinging free throw pitch of his. He finds it so terrifying that every bit of o-glass bouncing his way is effectively hot-potato'd out to the perimeter, with his legs flailing like Scooby and Shaggy running from a ghost, in the hopes that he can return the ball to a competent player that warrants the title of "professional"... and for good reason, too. He might as well be a cat in a piranha tank when he comes down with the rock inside the paint. Teams foul him instinctively, with reckless abandon, for the chance to watch this guy melt beads of sweat onto the court, wetting himself in terror. I wouldn't be surprised to see old man Duncan go take a load off and eat a handful of popcorn the next time AB goes to the line. Why not? Dude either airballs it into the photographers and the ball is yours, or he catches all-backboard, no-rim, and you get it on the side off a technicality. Win/win.
Seriously though. I have no idea why any residual hope is even glimmering regarding Andris Biedrins here. My only hope is that he nets us something sick as a hysterically overpaid expirer that some small market team will subject their fans to for the sake of saving a buck. That is literally the only useful thing Andris Biedrins has left to do for the Golden State Warriors.
GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS DIE HARD