Hot Mavs finally breaking even on Kidd Trade

It sent chills up the spine to witness the final shot of the recent down-to-the-wire game between the Dallas Mavericks and the mighty San Antonio Spurs. Here were the young Dallas Davids against the T-Dunk Goliaths in a toe-to-toe match that rivaled any ever witnessed in these parts.

When the final dramatic jumper fell Reunion Arena exploded with fans, players, owner, everybody rushing onto the court in celebration of the end of a jinxed era. No longer would the Mavericks be the laughing stock of the league. No longer would the best free agents run from Dallas as fast as their legs would carry them. The rebuilding is finally done. It finally feels like Dallas is breaking even in the Jason Kidd trade.

December of ’96 was anything but a jubilant time in Dallas. In that bitter cold December there came what was considered the idiotic trade of the century. The Mavericks triple "J" triumvirate, Jim Jackson, Jason Kidd and Jamal Mashburn was being dismantled by a front office gone insane. In that disoriented December they traded away the NBA point-guard of the future, Jason Kidd, to the Phoenix Suns for a corral full of uncertainty in return.

Then mad man Don Nelson crashed the party and began housecleaning with dynamite and a double barrel 12-gauge. And when Nelson was finished he rested, and there was nothing was left but the burnt, charred shell of a Dallas franchise gone south. All of the feuding chemistry of the previous mix of players was gone. By the time the Dallas fire sales were done the Mavericks had orchestrated a then league record nine-player trade with the New Jersey Nets, used a league-record 27 players and a club-record 18 starters.

The entire Maverick’s roster and organization had been revamped and retooled to reflect Nelson’s own twisted personality. People in Dallas were confused. Women and children were scared and grown men were seen screwing their 10-gallon hats to their heads for when the big wind came. Surely, God’s wrath followed close behind.

The huge north Dallas revolving door brought through an amazing smorgasbord of players in the next four years. Fans were bemused by the likes of the ancient A.C. Green, human “Stick Boy” Shawn Bradley, the bouncing belly of Oliver Miller and the downright zaniness of Leon Smith. And all the while the league laughed at most of Nelly’s moves thinking that somewhere along the way he had indeed lost his mind. The man that had stocked the Milwaukee and Golden State benches deep with talent had lost his touch.

Nelly gave away the farm to get “Stick Boy” Bradley. Nelly made a decent draft pick to get Kelvin Cato, only to ship him off for somebody named Chris Antsey who never played. And just about the time Dallas fans were about to give up, Nelly mysteriously discovered his touch and began mixing in some insightful success along with a periodic wrong turn or two.

He swung the deal that brought in Steve Nash from a Phoenix team that no longer needed him because they had the NBA’s point guard of the future, Jason Kidd. On the same day Nelly reached over to Germany for Dirk Nowitzki, hot off his ’98 Nike Hoop Summit splash in San Antonio. Nelly made a mad grab for 7’1” Wang Zhi-Zhi, who may play in Dallas someday after completing his 20-year stint in the Chinese Red Army. Then he grabbed the mad Leon Smith whose life shot uphill too fast for his high school immaturity. OK, so some mistakes would still be made.

Not relying solely on the draft, Nelson and wunderkind e-owner Mark Cuban believe in stockpiling players and living through the thrill of sign-and-trade deals rather than high-dollar free-agent signings. For all of the past criticism they’ve done a hell of a job putting this current roster together. Providing each player with his own personal assistant coach was a brilliant move. Now each player gets one-on-one work on his particular weaknesses at each rare in-season practice session. The improvements have been phenomenal as Dallas finished last season as one of the league’s hottest teams, almost stealing a playoff berth.

“Stick Boy” has added some beef to his fragile frame and has become a shot blocking terror. Michael Finley has taken control of his team and is on the verge of becoming one of the league’s elite offensive superstars. Nowitzki has emerged from his rookie doldrums in potential all-star form. He eats people up at the four spot where he presents big match up problems for slower defenders. Nash has emerged from an inconsistent start in Dallas to become a steady force at the point.

On any given night Nelly knows he can get quality minutes from Finley, Nash and Nowitzki and he now has a deeper, more talented bench to draw from as the 2000 draft and trades have added promising depth.

This new mix has the promise of being something very potent indeed. Rookie Alexander is a tremendous athletic talent and should he and Finley ever co-exist on the court together the rest of the league will suffer for it. Eduardo Najera is a consistent spark plug off the bench and Greg Buckner always raises the team’s defensive concentration when he is inserted in the game. Christian Laettner is a bench wild card that should provide a solid boost once he settles into the Dallas scene.

So, when the Mavericks threw in the ball against the Spurs with 4.1 seconds to go they had the weight of a decade of losing seasons on their shoulders. Their 1990’s winning percentage of around .300 could be seen in the shadows and the sound of uncertainty could be heard in the screams of a suddenly hungry, frantic Reunion crowd.

Michael Finley took the inbound pass, moved left and hit an off-balance 22-foot jumper over former Spur miracle man, Sean Elliott, to turn the Mavericks into winners. They had practiced the play for a year and this was the first time they hit it. This win erased a seeming lifetime of frustration. This win brought back the thrill of Reunion celebrations of old. This win signaled that the Mavs are at last breaking even on the Jason Kidd trade. Thank God, finally.