Ballbotics, or Beyond the Analog OAD
jaybate 1.0 last edited by jaybate 1.0
So all the radio controlled monster trucks and robots that cannot do anything you really want, like clean up cat vomit under a Noble Fir, or wrap Hanukkah presents for 8 consecutive, excruciating days, or sew a Santa suit that actually fakes some one out that is not doing the Ray Charles, or that can do the mambo with momma so you don’t have to miss a KU game, when the wild duty calls.
And I wake up this morning still clean.
Let me explain–without the OAD DTs I went through after the Temple game when everyone scattered to the wind for the holidays. I went a whole three days without mainlining any OAD hype, without any opiated wondering if they would go pro, when everyone that is clean knows everyone of the OADs will go pro if in the top 20. Period. Finito. End of addiction.
The OAD DTs are really tough to get through. I rent a furniture dolly and ratchet myself to it and have my significant other wheel me into the garage and padlock me to the work bench. I tell her to come back in 3 days–sometime before XMAS eve.
The hallucinations start out all good. I envision OADs living up to their hypes, which they never do…EVER. As the fever comes on they start saying they are done with legal, informal shoe endorsements protected by attorney client privilege, and that they will never again go 3/4 speed to protect the merchandise, or run from contact with 4 year prison bodies that their 4-year teammates have to expose themselves to. Then things break waaaaaaaaaaay bad. They start refusing to play defense, while applying Lush skin cream on the bench, while real hoopahs like Frank Mason go to war on both ends of the floor without credible threats on either wing, because it turns out the OADs and TADs can’t hit the broad side of a legal, informal shoe contract protected by attorney client privilege from the three point stripe, while Frank drains them at 50% even playing through a bad ankle.
Don’t get me totally wrong. There are a few warriors among the OADs. Josh played in a boot. and Wayne played on a bad knee.
But for the most part the OADs are reintroducing non contact basketball for all the wrong reasons.
Regardless, I am left with this one outrageous idea.
OADs are meaningless to the college game, whether they are the future of it, or not. Who the F wants to watch these lame-ohs act like deer caught in headlights half a season, then play adequately January till March, then play hard once against an opponent with a big EST branding footprint, and then phone the last two in in March and leave without really knowing anything about them, except some boiler plate fictions that some PR flack is paid to cut and paste into an email that is sent to a reporter loving reporting but having to take a stiff drink as he schleps out the least dull parts of the boiler plate with connecting paragraphs he could have written in third grade.
This is what OADs mean to me, once I am dry–once I am off the hype needle–once I am 12-stepping with a couple days growth and pale skin and broken blood vessels on my face from having heaved my guts out for three days after Temple to get clean in time for Christmas.
My family is ashamed of me.
My extended family is ashamed of me.
I look like Jeff Bridges in “Eight Million Ways to Die.”
Hell, I bet some of you guys look like a combination of Denzel and Robert Downey Jr. in some post apocalyptic nightmare gig where they play act one and two with blood shot eyes and flecks of vomit in their three days growth.
I swill dank coffee and serially light Winstons as I sit before the plasma wall screen TV with 2000 channels but never more than one Budd Boetticher Randolph Scott western on at a one time.
I can’t even surf to see if Shaft is playing on some blaxploitation encore channel, because I might accidentally run into an ESPN channel 'hood, where foppish men, and cheese cake, of every race, color, creed and educational background prostitute themselves promoting OADs with apparent legal informal endorsement agreements apparently protected by attorney client privilege, while real playuhs struggling to get old fashioned, 20th Century analog college degrees and a couple of years of pro pay scrambling Eurasia actually do the heavy lifting, actually develop skills, actually get better.
And if I see even one of these talking media-gaming complex heads interviewing Vinny the recruiting ranking mule, it is like I have been put back on an IV drip at the Big Shoe Hype Cartel’s bent silver spoon, hype free-basing conference for OAD advisors and family.
I go all glassy eyed and floaty and nodding. I start talking about how this perimeter OAD’s shot is going to dial in, which iy rarely will, or that interior OAD’s rim and guard game is going to soon shine when he learns how not to foul by having 4 year guys start and shorten games for him.
I get a bunch of OAD-hype swagger where I start talking tough about March and about how this guy just needs more PT to play like Mike. I forget the Mike paid his flipping dues. Played at 11/10ths his whole career and when looking for play ground games with metal nets to try to keep his canine teeth sharpened. I completely forget Mike went through a phase where he too sharpened his finger nails to points for scratching the living be-jeezus out of anyone that tried deny him a lane. I forget that Mike played a long time before the legal, informal Jordan rules were instituted around the league.
Make me wanna holler, Marvin!
I love me some Cliff.
I love me some Kelly.
I love me some Svi.
I loved me some Andrew.
I loved me some Wayne.
I loved me some Jo-el.
I loved me some Xavier and Josh.
Like a junky loves his sugar!
But the bottom line on these OADs is that unless you’ve got just incredibly limited guys coming back at the positions they play, they really can’t beat them out even up for half a season, and then are only half good the second half of the season, except for a few draft showcase games against a weak match up at their position that lets them hang 30 charging the iron.
And the only reason they come back for a TAD season is because they’ve got an injury to work through that has usually cost them their pop.
And an OAD without pop is like a day in Aruba without sunshine.
Why go there and put on the sunscreen at all?
So, 'bate, what has this cleaned up OAD junky rant got to do with Ballbotics, or going beyond the Analog OAD?
Let Tesla and Google, which are pioneering the driver-less technologies in their electric car prototypes, when Elon is not launching shizz into space and Google is not reputedly valving intel on us all, build Basketball robots that fulfill the roles of OADs now. It is already within our technological grasp. The OADs are not setting a very high standard for the robots to meet, or beat.
And the thing about robots is that they are a sunk cost that could be amortized over ten years. They could be part of the internet of things. They could get wireless firmware and software updates even during games to keep them cutting edge.
Every college would be allowed three robots and no OADs. The other spots have to go to 4 year guys.
And to keep things traditionally unfair, every elite program would be given 5 robots. But the rest of their rotation has to be 4 year guys.
The robots would be given four year identities, after which they would be given a new identity for another four years. We would all get to know and love them the way we like to do. They would get caught doing the wild thing with robotic coeds created for them. We might even program them to flirt with bee-bee guns their first years of play. They would never protect the merchandize. They would have no steep learning curve that bio-players had to shorten games for. Injuries could be simulated, or,my preference, completely eliminated.
Plug and play.
And happy digital New Years.
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ParisHawk last edited by
So which posters are robots already? Instinctively, my thoughts turn to those with version numbers in their handles…
Lulufulu last edited by
@jaybate-1.0 Ahhhhh, all fiction no malice? Sounds to me like a full on bashing of the OAD hype that has degraded the college game.
Couple questions. Josh is Josh Selby yah? Did he really play in a boot? I forgot about that.
And, the robots. I imagine that they are the cyborg type, with skin and hair and subcutaneous tissues. Not like the robots on Star Wars or I-Robot. Although, those I-Robot things could dominate!
Couple extra comments, Frank Mason is a STUD. He is our best player right now. I read your post earlier about that whole changing defenses and stuff. Mix the 1-3-1 up and press it to 3/4 court, then go back to man, basically keep the other teams coach guessing what is next. I think its brilliant and I truly wish Coach Self would embrace some unpredictability into his schemes!!! We have to admit that he has given KU what Ole Roy couldnt and done it faster. He is a hall of fame coach to be sure. What on earth keeps him from straying from his norm? Its maddening! Mix it up on D to keep the other team off balance. Use our 5 perimeter guys to bomb the beaches of normandy until the opposing defense is so shell shocked, then you drive that effing ball right up their arses.
DoubleDD last edited by
OAD is killing the college game.
What Happened? It never used to be this way? It used to be a kid went to college did his time grew up as a man, and then was drafted? Am I wrong? Did I miss something? Did I go to sleep one night and woke up to a new world? A world were great High School kids can just by pass the College game all together and play in the league? Is everybody the next King James, or Kobe? Why is the NBA willing to gamble so much money on potential?
I have no answers and just questions. Only this. Some will make the argument that these kids should be paid and have a right to be paid. Ok? I’m with ya. Let them go, and do away with the OAD rule. However if they don’t make it, or get drafted let them go overseas. Don’t let the college game be a back up plan. Hear me out. It’s already very clear to me the college experience and the game means nothing to them, so why have a bail out plan for them?
In the real world many men and women have to make choices that can affect their lives. Good or Bad. Yet we want to protect these young boys, because they come from poor families, and because they have potential. No if these young men think they’re good enough let them go, and when they fail. Let them deal with it. They got to grow up sometime. Just my two cents.
HighEliteMajor last edited by HighEliteMajor
Got me thinking again … kind of dangerous.
How about this:
NBA adopt a policy that kids can go to the NBA immediately out of school.
NCAA responds by stating that each school may designate one open scholarship per season as an “Initial Re-Application” scholarship. To qualify, a player must have signed an LOI with the school. Then would have to reapply for the scholarship after being drafted. The player could return and play.
NBA adopts a policy that if a player who declares and has never played college basketball reapplies and gets a scholarship in the NCAA, he cannot be eligible to be drafted until the first draft after the player turns 21.
NBA permits a player to declare for the draft after a player’s freshman, sophomore, or junior season as well.
NCAA permits each team to designate two of its scholarships as “Returning Re-Application” scholarship to be used for players that played at the school … such as a freshman. Then the incoming sophomore, junior, or senior can reapply for his scholarship if he wants to return to school.
NBA requires a player who applied for the draft after playing in college to wait two seasons before reapplying. So if a player applies after his sophomore season, and returns to school, he must wait until after what would be his senior season.
Kind of thinking out loud. Am I missing something in this suggestion? This is assuming we don’t get some two season requirement out of the NBA. Also tries to give players some options.
@jaybate-1.0 Great read, by the way.
@jaybate-1.0 PHOF !! You are completely FOS…but sometimes it’s just entertaining as hell.
This has some promise. I hope someone that knows someone shows it to them.
“Daisy, Daisy, send me your answer please.”
Comedy is a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it.
drgnslayr last edited by
I fell into a relapse of TRON after reading your post! Bravo.
drgnslayr last edited by drgnslayr
Since all of these OADs are just bouncing their way through college basketball, we should force them to have a molly implanted in the top of their heads so we can mount a GoPro camera on it.
Just imagine what it would do for the excitement of the game!!
More excitement = more viewers = more money
This is the least they could do to “give back” for all the hundreds of millions they will one-day make!
They can just turn the hole into more body-mutilating decor. Shave a circle around their molly and do a decorative tat around it.
Crimsonorblue22 last edited by
@drgnslayr “more body-mutilating decor”? Guess that leaves out Embiid and Wiggins.
ParisHawk last edited by ParisHawk
“Daisy, Daisy, send me your answer please.”
Are you suggesting that the real robot is @stupidmichael ? “I’m afraid, Dave…”
Come to think of it, HAL might not be a very good recruit:
“I’m sorry, Coach, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”