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In the playoffs, against a loaded Dallas team, Chauncey averages 22 points, 5.0 rebounds and 5.7 assists, and although the Wolves are swept, his timing is stellar. He's a free agent now, and learns he has a secret admirer: Detroit GM Joe Dumars. Dumars offers him $4.5 million, the mid-level exception, which the Timberwolves are willing to match. But there's a caveat: G.M. Kevin McHale tells him, "I have to be honest. Terrell's still our starter."
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hova- wrote:Yes, very cool article. Billups has a long way behind him and finally earns what he deserves.
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A chiseled high school junior is attempting to inbound the ball underneath his own basket. He's trying not to panic, but this is the Colorado state championship game, and no one's open. The referee is signaling one, two, three … and the kid can't stand the thought of a five-second call. The house is packed because of him, because he's Denver's greatest schoolboy player ever, so an embarrassing turnover is unacceptable. Just being disorganized is unacceptable. He hates disorganized.
Suddenly, he notices the defender guarding the inbounds pass has turned his back to him. So 18-year-old Chauncey throws the ball off the defender's rear end, catches it, drop-steps and dunks with two hands. Chauncey has himself a bucket and an assist.
Karl calls a meeting to introduce Chauncey, who tells his new teammates, "Look, I'm here to win. I ain't here to do a lot of talking. I'll walk the walk, and hopefully y'all be the same way, and we'll be on the same page."
Next, they go over all of the team's plays. Chauncey nods, but, inside, he has a sick feeling. For instance, the Nuggets don't have an underneath-the-basket out-of-bounds play. This isn't high school. He can't throw the ball off someone's back and dunk it. What's going on here?
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Billups never averaged 20 and 10 -- not even for a month. He didn't play with the Mount Vernon slickness of Gus, doesn't have four rings like DJ, never put up triple-doubles like Fat; there was no signature move like Hardaway's crossover and he wasn't the unstoppable scorer like KJ -- but Billups' exceptional career puts him in a different strata than those dudes. It's obviously not his stats. There's a slew of guards that ended their careers with Billups' modest 15 and 6. Billups, though, has been a transformational player, a Real Franchise Player. With Chauncey, the Pistons were a staid Eastern Conference powerhouse. From 2003-2008, we entered every season mentioning the Pistons among a handful of contenders. When Detroit slung that rock between Goliath's eyes and knocked off the Hall Of Fame Lakers, Chauncey was most responsible. Every year after that, he was (or, at least, should have been) in the MVP discussion. The Pistons weren't the Pistons because of Sheed, Tay, Rip or Ben. They were the Pistons because of Billups. That's not to disparage what that squad meant to the sports notion of collective synergy -- it's meant to identify what was actually at work in Motown.
Then Joe Dumars decided to ship Billups to Denver. What happened? Detroit crumbled and Denver is now a contender. That's what's exceptional about Billups -- he only plays for contenders. Chauncey doesn't do run-of-the-mill, primarily because he is not run of the mill and Billups' teams take on his identity. That's what Real Franchise Players do. A Real Franchise Player can come to Denver and father a team with a known "lunatic fringe" two wins away from the organization's first appearance in an NBA Finals.