The 40 worst Warriors of the 40-year championship drought

The Golden State Warriors, hoisters of their first Larry O’Brien trophy in 40 years Tuesday, advanced to the playoffs just eight times during the four-decade reign of futility and never came close to sniffing the jock of a finals berth. Whether through wasted lottery picks, ill-advised trades, bloated contracts or simply awful coaching and bungled front office management, the Warriors wrote volumes on fostering the culture of losing.

By Andrew Pridgen

Below, a list of the top 40 worst Warriors who personified the team’s doormat image from the 1976 to 2014 seasons. Please note, some of these players and staff were good guys, just bad for the organization. They rank lowest. As we climb closer to the best of the bad, the character issues mount.

40) Eric Musselman (2002-2004) I really don’t have much against Musselman the coach but the Musselman-era gaffes of the front office taint my judgement, so he’s probably guilty by association. In his first year trolling the Dubs’ sideline, Musselman was runner-up to Gregg Popovich for the NBA Coach of the Year Award. That season, Golden State played .500 ball for the first time in more than a decade. Not 100 percent a players’ coach, both Gilbert Arenas (free agent opt-out) and Antwan Jamison (see: #36 Nick Van Exel) bounced out of the Bay under coach Eric’s watch. Musselman was fired in 2004 by incoming VP Chris Mullin.

39) Ike Diogu (2005-07) I ain’t mad at Ike besides the fact that the Nigerian Nightsweats was a 9th overall pick and a power forward who couldn’t shoot, rebound or defend much. Later, the always nervous Diogu was shipped to Larry Bird’s Indiana Pacers along with Mike Dunleavy Jr., Troy Murphy and Keith McLeod in exchange for Stephen Jackson, Al Harrington, Sarunas Jasikevicius and Josh Powell. This was basically the NBA equivalent of when you say to the neighbor kid, “I’ll trade you this single rollerblade for that flat football that’s sunbleached on one side from sitting in your backyard for the last three years.”

38) Joe Smith (1995-1998) College player of the year for Maryland. Number one overall pick. And then literally went on to become the NBA’s Becky. In 1998, Smith was traded to the Philadelphia 76ers in a four-player blockbuster that brought forward Clarence Weatherspoon and guard Jim Jackson to Golden State. Boo Yeah! Smith went on to play for the Detroit Pistons, the Minnesota Timberwolves, the Milwaukee Bucks, the Denver Nuggets, the 76ers again, the Chicago Bulls, the Oklahoma City Thunder, the Cleveland Cavaliers, the Atlanta Hawks, the New Jersey Nets and the Los Angeles Lakers. Smith is still enjoying his frequent flier miles.

37) Popeye Jones (2003-2004) Brought on late in his career to help the Warriors to a 37-45 record, the endorsement deal with Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen never quite worked out and no spinach could kickstart the moribund Warriors while he started at power forward.

36) Nick Van Exel (2003-2004) At the time, Van Exel was the headliner in the Warriors’ biggest most desperate trade in two decades. Van Exel was acquired on August 18, 2003 from the Mavericks along with Evan Eschmeyer, Avery Johnson, Popeye Jones and Antoine Rigaudeau in exchange for Antawn Jamison, Chris Mills, Danny Fortson and Jiri Welsch. Van Exel showed some small flourishes but basically took minutes from Speedy Claxton while bringing the culture of mediocrity he created with the Mavs in his carryon.

35) Calbert Cheaney (2003-2006) Cheaney closed out his lackluster NBA career in Golden State stamping out Newports at the end of the bench. If you do a little digging, you can find his best work was off the court alongside Juwan Howard, Ben Wallace and Ashraf Amaya in Crystal Waters’ adult contemporary hit Say If You Feel Alright.

beidrichI34) Andris Biedriņš (2004-2011) Biedriņš (pronounced like ‘Goodrich’ with a B) used to give the BEST post-game interviews ever. He couldn’t hit a free throw with a pair of boxing gloves (11.1 percent in his final season as a Warrior), but the Latvian center used to “always like inside. I like inside.” The poster boy for the Chris Mullin administration, in 2008, Biedriņš agreed to a six-year, $62 million deal. Totes worth it. The ultimate redemption? On July 5, 2013, the Warriors traded Biedriņš to the Utah Jazz along with Brandon Rush and Richard Jefferson to clear cap space that led to the acquisition of 2015 NBA Finals MVP Andre Iguodala.

33) Dean Oliver (2001-2003) Prior to the quasi-successful (in Warrior terms) Earl Boykins regime, Oliver was the bumbling back-up point guard to Gilbert Arenas. Think about choosing between Arenas’ sociopathic antics and a guy dribbling the ball off his foot for two years. The early ‘00s sucked.

32) Troy Murphy (2001-2007) Murphy, it could be argued, was also probably one of the Warriors’ top-20 guys of the last four decades (if there are 20 to be had on that list). The problem here is the 14th overall pick never quite lived up to the expectation he set his first two seasons. After averaging a double-double and finishing second in the league’s Most Improved Player voting in 2003-2004, a series of mystery injuries limited Murphy to 28 games, with no starts the following season. He would show regular flashes after that—nailing threes in garbage time and pulling 10 boards/night—but was eventually shipped as a player-to-be-named-later type in the Pacers’ deal.

31) Chris Mullin (front office only: 2004-2009) I’ll never argue against Mullin and his shorts as one of the top five Warrior greats of all time on the court, but as Executive Vice President of Basketball Operations, Mullin’s was a more painful four-year stint than his first three rehabs. The Mullin administration was marked with bad trades (Pacers), unmotivated coaches (Mike Montgomery, Don Nelson, Keith Smart) and underperforming draft picks (Patrick O’Bryant, Marco Belinelli and Anthony Randolph). On May 11, 2009, Mullin was replaced by Larry Riley as the Warriors’ GM. A month later, Riley drafted Steph Curry 7th overall.

30) Vladimir Radmanovic (2009-2011) This guy. This 6’10” Bosnian forward was just here for the Costco dogs and the unlimited access to jeans. He loved to shoot from beyond the arc and not get down in time to defend. America, what a country!

nellieI29-28) Don Nelson (1988-1995 and 2006-2010) No other coach in NBA history will ever win as many games without winning in the playoffs. Love him or hate him, his Nellieball combined with Mike D’Antoni’s uptempo style of the early 2000s is the direct predecessor of the Warriors’ current game. Nellie had a genius mind and a terrible record of execution in crunch time. Overall, it could be said his ego held back the potentially great teams of the early 1990s but helped create the blueprint for today’s winners starting in 2009.

27) Adonal Foyle (1997-2007) Sorry Adonal. I know you STILL lead the franchise in rebounds all-time and you write children’s books, but for a decade you were simply the best depiction of the Warriors continuing to be the face of mediocre in professional sport. At least you banked that six-year, $42 million contract in 2004.

26) Jason Richardson (2001-2007) Hard to hate on J-Rich: MSU alum, back-to-back Slam Dunk Contest winner (‘02-’03) and still in the league as a utility player for the 76ers. I also think he did double-duty as the über mascot Thunder (see: #6) during time outs. Maybe he never had the right set pieces around him. Whatever it is that held him back, the Urban Dictionary still has a picture of him doing a reverse windmill under “Unrealized Potential.”

25) Mike Montgomery (2004-2006) After a coach alienates himself from a pair of local NCAA programs, he gets promoted to the NBA. Part of my disdain for Montgomery comes from him being hired, for no reason, to replace Musselman. Any confidence Musselman was building in the team was quickly lit in fire and set out to sea. Montgomery didn’t have the chops to coach in the pros and point guard Baron Davis called him on it…literally by calling different plays on the floor. Two lottery-pick-grabbing seasons in purgatory and Monty was mercifully let go.

24) Jiri Welsch (2002-2003) In the same draft where the Warriors had the worst pick ever: Yao was number one, Jay Williams number two and then…Mike Dunleavy Jr. to the Dubs, Golden State tried to make up for it by trading a pair of future draft picks to acquire Welsch when they could’ve just traded down and gotten Amar’e Stoudemire at no. 9. Welsch couldn’t play defense, break to the basket or shoot—at all. After a year of garbage time, he was shipped to Dallas in the Antawn Jamison trade.

obryantI23) Patrick O’Bryant (2006-2008) Nobody gets mad about Patrick O’Bryant because nobody remembers Patrick O’Bryant other than “wasn’t that the name of an Irish bar that used to be on College near 51st?” O’Bryant brought the Warriors the luck of nothing as the 9th overall pick in ‘06. Don Nelson benched him immediately which resulted in O’Bryant appearing in only 40 games during his professional tenure with Golden State.

22) Vince Carter (1998) A Warrior for 10-minutes, not even enough time to get a jersey/hat photo op with David Stern. This future hall of famer, who made a cameo in the second round against the Warriors this year as a reserve for the Grizzlies, was immediately and inexplicably traded to Toronto on draft day 1998. Carter was initially drafted by the Dubs with the fifth overall pick, and then traded to the Raptors for Antawn Jamison, the fourth overall pick. Were the Raptors like, “Oh wait, just kidding, we got the wrong Tar Heel” and swapped? Either way, Canada was right.

21) Todd Fuller (1996-1998) We all know Fuller was taken 11th overall in 1996 (two picks ahead of Kobe Bryant), but he also dropped 14 on Jordan in the first half one night in Oakland in ’97. I was at that game. It was beautiful. Still, this pick came at the 20-year mark—the halfway point of the Warriors’ inadequacy—and ushered in two more decades of the same.

20) Joe Barry Carroll (1980-1984) The future of the franchise the franchise franchised its future for (see: #16 Robert Parish) left the Warriors to go play in Italy. Thanks bro.

19) Bobby Humbles (1978) The Warriors’ 9th rounder that year. Never saw one minute. Just, why are you drafting a guy named Bobby Humbles?

18) Brandon Wright (2007-2011) I think the Tar Heel the Warriors got in Harrison Barnes is the Tar Heel they thought they were getting in Brandon Wright. Four spotty and injury-filled seasons and Wright finished his time in blue and gold having played fewer than 100 games. He was the next Jason Richardson like Billy Owens was the next Mitch Richmond.

17) Mickael Pietrus (2003-2008) 2003’s 11th overall pick was French.

16) Robert Parish (1976-1980) Parish hated Golden State (fresh off a title win his rookie year) so much that he wanted to quit basketball after a handful of seasons on the West Coast. Enter Boston, which traded their 1980 first pick (see: #20 Joe Barry Carroll) and the 13th pick (Rickey Brown) in 1980 for Parish and the rights to the 3rd pick (Kevin McHale). Parish and McHale hung banners for the Celts in 1981, 1984 and 1986 and the trade is remembered as one of the worst in NBA history—made possible through Parish’s disgruntled repose.

15) Michael McDonald (1995) The 55th overall pick of the 1995 draft played four minutes in the NBA and grabbed half a rebound. Oh, but you should see him live at Red Rocks.

montaIV14) Monta Ellis (2005-2012) Scootergate notwithstanding, Ellis put in some real time during some real uncertain years in a Warriors uniform. That said, the Lanier High School grad never quite lived up to the superstar status his tattoos connote. Mercifully, on March 13, 2012, Ellis, Ekpe Udoh and Kwame Brown were traded to the Milwaukee Bucks in exchange for Andrew Bogut and Stephen Jackson—giving Monta’s ankle injury-prone understudy Steph Curry control of the team. Addition by subtraction is what lands Ellis at no. 14.

13) Steve Logan (2002) 2002’s second rounder never located the Warriors’ practice facility on his GPS. Steve Logan, if you’re out there, let us know so we can send you some schwag.

12) Al Harrington (2007-2008) Harrington was the Warriors’ most-coveted for years and once he was brought over from Indiana, finished the second half of the 2007 season looking like he and Monta could captain a winner. The quick courtship was over by early 2008 when Harrington sat himself because his back hurt. Harrington was sent to the Knicks shortly after for Jamal Crawford.

10) Mike Dunleavy Jr. (2002-2007) With Yao Ming and Jay Williams plucked off the draft board, the Warriors took the willowy no. 3 with the NBA pedigree. After two disappointing seasons, the Dubs compounded the problem with a five-year, $44 million contract extension for MDJ in 2005. Dunleavy, soft and pasty on and off the floor, was later the marquee name in the Pacers trade…where he promptly found his physicality and stroke for Larry Bird.

9) (9-way tie) Lewis Jackson, Steve Bartek, Scott McCollum, Tony Martin, Cliff Higgins, Paul Brozovich, Mitch Arnold, Tim Bell: Golden State’s third through tenth-round picks (back when the draft had 10 rounds) in 1984—all of whom combined for zero minutes, zero points, zero assists, zero rebounds…you get the picture.

8) Derek Fisher (2004-2006) All I can say is: Fuck Derek Fisher. After starring at point for the Lakers, the Warriors signed Fisher to a six-year, $37 million deal in 2004. Instead of a free agent, it was like they’d signed a double agent. Fisher showed up, collected his paycheck and showed no flash (beyond exploring new and creative ways to brick threes, create turnovers or curb momentum). Fisher was then relegated to Salt Lake City where he came back with his final fuck you to the Dubs as his brilliance effectively ended the Warriors’ 2007 playoff run just 10 days after they dethroned the top-seeded Mavericks.

latrellI7) Latrell Sprewell (1992-1999) In 1997, Sprewell choked Warriors’ head coach P.J. Carlesimo after P.J. yelled at Latrell to put a little mustard on his passes in practice. Practice. We talkin’ about practice. But Latrell went on to choke it up even more in the playoffs missing key shots in post-season appearances with the Dubs, Knicks and Timberwolves—the latter after creating the league’s best regular-season offense with KG then kowtowing to the Lakers in 2004’s Western Conference Championship.

thunderI6) Thunder (1994-2006) The Warriors made the playoffs in 1993 and 2007 and that’s all you need to know about the spandex-clad pansexual flip-and-dunk mascot Thunder. RIP.

5) Gilbert Arenas (2001-2003) The brilliant-but-psychotic Arenas doesn’t rank number one because he prematurely ran himself out of town. Do a quick Google search on Arenas and you get a grab-bag of Travis Bickle-type behavior. My favorite incident happened just this week. The WaPo’s headline says it all: Gilbert Arenas destroys own vehicle over lost Netflix password. Classic Arenas.

4) Billy Owens (1991-1993) I wouldn’t be this mad at the former Orangeman if he wasn’t 1) traded for Mitch Richmond, exiling Richmond to Sacramento and 2) widely regarded by NBA scouts as the all-time gold standard for lazy fuck (in a league full of lazy fucks).

And last but not least, A Tale of Three Chrises:

3) Chris Webber (1993-1994) It’s not just that the Dubs franchised their future for the Fab 5’s frenzied leader plucking him from the Orlando Magic in exchange for Anfernee Hardaway PLUS three future first round draft picks—building the closest thing Orlando’s ever come to a dynasty—but after a year in Golden State, Webber opted out and the Dubs had to fire-sell the wayward Wolverine to the Washington Bullets. I don’t wish any man harm, but I also wasn’t sad when his Center Court with C-Webb restaurants in Sac went under in 2009. Call timeout again bro.

2) Chris Cohan (1995-2010) Cohan doesn’t get enough credit for owning and maintaining the worst franchise in sports for 15 years then making a $400 million profit on it. The Warriors’ fortunes literally changed overnight when Cohan sold to Peter Guber and Joe Lacob for $450 million in July 2010 (not that those guys aren’t dickheads too—but at least they’re dickheads who like to win). The sale at least made Cohan liquid enough to go ahead and start paying off the $160 million in back taxes he owes the feds.

And…

1) Chris Gatling (1991-1995) Taken 16th overall, Gatling was supposed to be the muscle complement to the silky smooth Run TMC. Though he turned out to be a 10-point/seven rebound guy before being shipped to Miami along with Tim Hardaway and a churro, Shady Gatling was never a coach, teammate or fan favorite. Fast forward 20 years to him living in Arizona (tip-off number one) and being arrested in March as a kingpin of a giant illegal credit card and ID theft scam. Though Gatling faces living out the rest of Golden State’s current run behind bars, he can sleep soundly knowing that he is the worst Warrior of the last 40 years.

 

Pints and Picks Week 4: No bye week for bad bets

Each week DPB’s Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen will pour on the prose with Pints and Picks™. Who to wager and what to drink while doing it. Here then, is their point-counterpoint for Sept 27, 2014. Or, if you’re in the car, simply scroll down for the recap (they may be verbose, but it’s better than clicking through a slideshow).

AJ: Kyle, why are there bye weeks in college football? I mean, I get why they’re there in the NFL—basically an opportunity to get arrested in the club and for the league to fuck with fantasy owners who deserve to be fucked with. But there’s no reason for this in college other than maybe to see what FCS campus gets the biggest spike in date rape and frat house electronics raids over the idle weekend.

I only ask this because bye weeks in college used to not exist and now that they do, it brings an even bigger air of “professionalism” (air quotes) and indentured servitude to the amateur gridiron ranks. If the NCAA said, “We schedule bye weeks around midterms because academics” I’d be good with that. Happy even. But the real reason is to stretch out the post-season and turn college football into a 20-week endeavor (i.e. almost two-thirds the academic year) for the almighty bottom line—of which the athletes themselves see not a penny (and that’s where the lap top thefts come in).

Since you’re pretty good about finding out the why of things the way I’m good at identifying the season of Magnum PI (and episodes) where he tries to track down the ghost of his allegedly deceased wife, let me know if you know.

Otherwise, I take it now that you’re off the schneid you’re not taking a bye this week.

Me, I’m still trying to feel this week out like a Junior High dance. There’s no match up that stands out as a stone cold lock; and it has to be watchable to be (not a word: betable). <-One of my cardinal rules—the other is to never trust a Yelp reviewer whose mouth is wide open on their profile photo.

For now, a couple quick comments:

• Why is Wyoming traipsing around the country in pursuit of getting bitch-slapped? Is it like an anything-is-better-than-staying-home-and-risk-getting-shot-in-the-face-by-Dick-Cheney thing? First Oregon and now Michigan State? It kind of reminds me of those Pat Hill-era Fresno State teams which burned through their Southwest miles to go get rolled up by the SEC and ACC and Big-10 before limping back to the parched Valley and dominating, um, Wyoming …and most of the rest of the Mountain West. To be fair, Wyoming does have a slightly guttier squad than they originally got credit for (think corn snow-fed defense) and should give Sparty fits for at least a quarter or two. If you can get a first-half prop bet for the Cowboys at +10 or above, that’s better odds than your drunk-as-fuck out-of-town guest trying to pull a credit card advance on the gaming floor.

• Missouri on the road at South Carolina getting only 6.5. The Gamecocks are hotter than a rescue pit mix locked in a ’93 Aerostar in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly since forgetting Manziel was in the NFL and dropping their opener against Texas A&M. The Cocks have won three straight and Missouri is reeling from what should’ve amounted to a midweek January stumble on the hardcourt to the Hoosiers at home last week. Can Mizzou regroup or will South Carolina’s Mike Davis and Brandon Wilds harass QB Maty Mauk who already has four ints to go with 14 teeders …and, you know what, this spread sucks. Fuck this game.

…I’m going to pause right there and say I was running some errands with a buddy during the lunch hour today (he’s planning a birthday party for a one-year-old which basically means crappy burgers, a weird sheet cake that is actually just flypaper with white frosting and a couple of fifths because apparently one is too young to remember seeing your folks and their friends black out) and we ended up at Costco. Still $1.50 for a polish and a soda.

The thing is, we were the only sub-octagenarains dining there. All these Burns-postured McMurphys who’d escaped from “Serene Gardens” next door were gumming on these intestines and entrails pressed into a tube while gangsta leaning off their Rascals made me wonder: Do the old folks know something I don’t? Like, If I have one meal left, it’s gotta be Costco (because it is glorious, especially when you remember to ask for the slaw) or does it just kill a lot of time to try to gum down a dog the size of your shriveled and veiny neck midday on a weekday when you’re at the station of life when time, quite literally, can’t go any slower—and yet, you don’t have much of it left.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I just have a lot more questions than answers this week.

Kyle? You there? You still reading?

Kyle: AJ, the middle school dance analogy couldn’t be more apt. I have an overwhelming urge to skip this week completely and tell all of our readers I was off doing some really cool stuff. In reality, I’ll probably be reading Madeleine L’Engle and trying to stay up for MadTV and hope my father (who, coincidentally, is visiting this weekend) doesn’t come out and turn it off when they swear for like the only time in the whole show.

MadTV featured the stylings of Michael McDonald (not this one, not that one, this one), a USC alum, and that’s my segue into talking about one of the only games that probably matter this weekend. With no ranked matchups, it’s going to be interesting to watch Oregon State-SC (-9) in the sense that it’ll be interesting to see your neighbor walk out the door with his 14-year-old dog tomorrow. Hey, still on the right side of the dirt, eh Fido?

The 2-1 Trojans are a technically, I suppose, still in the playoff race. Stanford exposed SC’s inability to get anything done in the red zone with a run game that’s hampered when it doesn’t have room to breath in a game the Trojans won 13-10. Boston College pantsed SC’s run defense in a 37-31 victory on Chestnut Hill. Both of these tell me the men of Troy aren’t yet sound in their line play. Mike Riley’s Beavers aren’t very good at running the ball on aggregate—they’re 91st in rushing in the nation—but in the first quarter, few offenses are as effective at running and passing the ball as 3-0 Oregon State, who put up more points early (10.5) than every other team in the Pac 12 North. If they can kick the Trojans’ line in the teeth early, I think OSU Quarterback Sean Mannion can play keep-up with a very potent SC passing attack.

Surveying the rest of the college football landscape leaves that bye week to be desired.

American Conference favorite Cincinnati visits Ohio State as a 15.5-point dog, and that’s halfway intriguing. Looking at the rest of this schedule is sort of like looking at the area surrounding Charleton Heston after that ship crashed in the first Planet of the Apes. Guess we’ll have to get walking.

AJ: Kyle, nice call on bringing the pops to town during the week of bettors doldrums. Now, instead of sitting indoors and inhaling the second-hand smoke of the sports book, the two of you can ramble around the Sierras inhaling the first-hand smoke of arsonists.

I think we agree this is a trap week as far as NCAA wagering goes. None of the spreads seem at all enticing and, as you pointed out, the dearth of compelling matchups (besides conference-centric spoiler games like Stanford at U-Dub) make this the week to take a BCS breather—and set the crosshairs on October baseball.

Namely Mr. Magin, the prospect of four very disparate and very under-(over?)achieving-for-different-reasons West Coast franchises making it to the playoffs.

It’s a Freaky Friday moment for baseball West of Lovelock. You’ve got the perennial lovable A’s who went out and made a splash at the trade deadline, only to wallow in the second half like so much locker room sludge through the AL West with dead arms and a listless clubhouse en route to a wildcard berth.

You have the predictably unpredictable Giants across the bridge who had a fiery start and a nine-game lead in May only to lose two-time world champion aces Matt Cain from the starting five (still unknown injury) and Tim Lincecum (still undiagnosed velocity problems) but somehow picked up where Oakland left off and went not with the big trades but with the white-flag youth movement: Hunter Strickland, Chris Hesten, Erik Cordier and even skipper’s son Brett Bochy have all contributed on the mound. Back-up backstop Andrew Susac has been clutch off the bench and in spelling Buster Posey and infielders Joe Panik and Matt Duffy have been key contributors plugging the middle whilst performing at the plate. The suddenly youth-infused G-men didn’t have enough in the tank to catch the boys in blue with the quarter-billion-dollar payroll and the world’s greatest stadium, but they do have a good chance of beating the Pirates in the wildcard sudden-death scenario and finding themselves the object of Joe Buck’s scorn again.

In Southern California, it’s a battle of swollen payrolls and depleting expectations. The Halos, who had all but given up on The Last Investment Albert Pujols till he decided to come out of the orange groves and hit a respectable .273 with 28 bombs and 104 RBIS (and he’s not done yet). Mike Trout is baseball’s lone superstar right now and the singing cowboy’s starting rotation featuring innings eaters Jared Weaver (18-8, 3.52 ERA), CJ Wilson (13-10, 4.61 ERA) and Matt Shoemaker (16/4, 3.04 ERA) suddenly looks like baseball’s best even without the services of Garrett Richards (13-4, 2.61 ERA). The hedge fund-backed Dodgers’ have the best pitcher in baseball in Clayton Kershaw. The once-in-a-generation starter-next-door has mastery of three pitches usually thrown in a way three different pitchers might; fastball, 90-plus, a makes-you-swing-from-the-heels slider in the high-80s and an elevator curve in the mid-70s. It’s like facing vintage Barry Zito, Pedro Martinez and Greg Maddox—in one at-bat. Kershaw recently notched his 20th win, has an ERA under 1.80 and tosses 100-pitch complete game shutouts like Drysdale the get away afternoon after a Saturday night bender. Kershaw alone almost makes one forget that any player who came up under Castro thinks hitting the cut-off man is a Fredo Corleone reference.

You got your Tigs Kyle, but the prospect of not only an all West Coast World series, but LCSs makes me giggle. I know Fox shares Erin Andrews’ resting bitchface scowl when it comes to the knowledge that KC, not NY will be in the playoffs and Mr. Jeter’s farewell bonanza is but a week away from coming to a cleaned-out-locker and teary press conference halt. All that historic footage from the pre-device ’90s shelved for roll out at Cooperstown in 2020. And what the fuck will Ken “He shoulda been-a dentist” Rosenthal talk about as Buck cuts Harold Reynolds off on the cutaways with no DJ?

With that, I’d like to be a sort of World Series wager Sommelier. First off, like a fine wine, many teams age into BETTER odds of winning Bud Selig’s final Commissioner’s Trophy as the season matures. But like your great aunt’s Bradford Exchange plate collection, not all teams go up in value. At the start of the season the last-place Red Sox were 12/1 (ditto Rays). The aforementioned Yankees, who are now 300/1 to take a Champagne bath, started out at 14/1. The Orioles who started the season at 35/1 are now 13/2—not bad for a runaway division champ. And your Motor City hardballers are a solid 6/1. For my money though, I’m liking either the A’s or the Giants at 12/1 to bring the hardware back to the Biggedy. After all, Giants fans, it is an even-numbered year.

Kyle, I know you’re headed out the door to see nature’s splendor with the man who pulled you out of oblivion and plopped you on this big blue-infused chunk of spinning granite, but I KNOW you’re laying down your World Series picks this week… so, (Pacino voice) what’dya got?!

Kyle: AJ, I’ve never been more happy to talk baseball during betting season, a sport I usually avoid at the book like the plague. It will also grease the wheels of conversation with the old man while we’re waiting for his knees to stabilize after I drag him up a few thousand feet above his normal playing altitude.

I, too, think the road to the World Series is definitely coming through California. Too many hardball-related planets are aligning with the Golden State. Dave Stewart is LaRussa’s new lapdog in Arizona. Scully is back again next year! I found out, just this week, that they still have an MLB team in San Diego.

As a Tigers fan, I hate to say it, but the Los Angeles Angels of Disneyland at 9/2 to win the series is the best bet at the book. Jeff Weaver is a horse, Matt Shoemaker has walked one guy for every 9 he’s struck out since the break and Wade Leblanc hasn’t given up a run in his last two starts headed into the postseason. Everybody has been getting on in front of Albert Pujols and he’s been driving all of them in—he’s got roughly an RBI per game over the last month, while Mike Trout continues to ape Barry Bonds with his slugging prowess. Gordon Beckham and Howie Kendrick have gotten on-base as often as anyone in the league over the last month. There’s just no way I see someone getting around this time save some massive power outage from Pujols and Trout.

In the NL—and I know this won’t be popular with much of our readership—I like the Dodgers. I don’t love them at 9/5, but in the “who’s going to win this thing” sense, I think we’re geared up for a freeway series. Which, wow, Randy Newman is going to RAKE royalties from FOX. It’ll make Erin’s Dancing with the Stars schedule manageable—I won’t have to put up with her whiny-ass Instagram posts from a private jet about #grinding from coast to coast.

We’ll get some hoity-toity reminders from the New Yorker about all the poor-ass people who got bulldozed out of Chavez Ravine 60-plus years ago to make way for one of the top-five stadiums in baseball. It’ll be gross and engrossing, all at once.

The Dodgers’ Matt Kemp, Justin Turner, Carl Crawford and Scott Van Slyke have been hitting the living shit out the ball over the last month—all four are in the top-15 of OPS over that stretch. Even with Puig’s second-half power outage, I don’t see how anyone else keeps up with the boys in blue. Selig passes out his last trophy south of the Grapevine.

AJ: Gotta agree it may be Los Doyers’ year and hey that Randy Newman song was supposed to be ironic; like how big a shithole-where-small-town-dreams-go-to-die-with-a-gooey-tarpit-center LA is. It makes me laugh every time the Dodgers notch a W and it bounces off the Hollywood sign and into the night. I love it! I love it! I love it!

Oh, yeah, the Huskies are better than David Shaw’s listless and unproven farm squad. Take the dawgs and the 6 points against the Cardinal (at home!) for a share of the Pac-12 North lead.

The PnP Recap:

Last week:
AJ: 3-3
Kyle: 1-2

Overall:
AJ: 8-12
Kyle: 1-7

This week:
AJ:

• Washington +6 vs. Stanford
• SF Giants (or Oakland A’s) at 12/1 to win the World Series

Kyle:
• Oregon State +12.5 @ USC
• LA Dodgers (9/5) or LA Angels (9/2) to win the World Series