Recap: Suns 122, Cavs 113 (or, Tank-mageddon)

Recap: Suns 122, Cavs 113 (or, Tank-mageddon)

2019-04-02 Off By EvilGenius

What do you get when you mix two teams battling for Lottery position, a complete dereliction of defense, a bunch of young guns with itchy trigger fingers and two coaching staffs with strict orders to make their tanks fully operational? Yep… it’s Tank-mageddon.

There were enough wide open threes, blown layups, weird fouls, bizarre in-bounds plays, wildly skewed shooting stats and banana-in-the-tailpipe four point plays galore… that one could only assume could take place on April Fools Day… which I will hereafter nominate as the official annual celebration of Tank-mageddon (or Tank-a-palooza if you prefer).

Chances are good that if you live in the Eastern Time Zone, you probably missed this one… whether by accident or choice. To be honest, it’s tough enough to watch the Tank-pocalypse unfold within normal viewing hours… so a 10pm tip off is considerably less appealing. Fortunately (or maybe not in this case), I reside on the West Coast… so I got a virtual ringside seat for the Tank-stravaganza. I say virtual, because the one saving grace for me was that the game was broadcast (for some unknown reason) as the 4K NBA game of the week on DirecTV. As a result, I was spared the April Fools joke of a coverage experience on NBATV.

All that to say, if you missed this tank-atastrophe… you didn’t miss much. It was a wholly forgettable game for the Cavaliers, outside of maybe Channing Frye’s swan song in his hometown. Let’s get to it…

The first quarter kicked off with two straight buckets from Devin “I’ll mess around and drop 50 on you” Booker, which didn’t seem to bode well for the Cavs. Ironically, they’d shut him out for the rest of the half. Yet, dudes like Elie “YOLO rhymes with” Okobo and Troy Daniels were making step-back 26 footers like they were in the gym alone (they might as well have been for all the resistance the Cavs D mustered). On top of that, rookie Mikal “I was a Sixer for six minutes” Bridges pulled off not one… but TWO banana-in-the-tailpipe four point plays… in the SAME QUARTER!

The second one capped an 11-0 run to end the period… which had followed a nice 11-0 run by the Cavs courtesy of Jordan “I can shoot my way into or out of anything” Clarkson and Ante “God’s own widow’s peak” Zizic. This attack and retreat theme seemed to be Larry Drew’s tank strategy for the evening. Let the Suns build a sizable lead… then cut just deeply enough into it to throw off the all-seeing, anti-tanking eye of Adam Silver. Cavs trailed 31-23.

Things got a lot worse for the Cavs in the second quarter, as they fell down by as much as 22 at one point. For whatever reason, they decided to employ their lackadaisical, tank-tacular “defense” to turn Jimmer “You can’t send me back to China… I won’t go” Fredette and Josh “This is the greatest game of my life” Jackson into instant heroes for the Phoenix faithful willing to pay for this Tank-mageddon. The Jimmer scored six points in six minutes… while Jackson fired in nine of his 19 points on the night in the first five minutes of the frame. The Cavs were able to claw back a little on Cedi Osman’s only made bucket of the game (it was as brutal as that sounds) with an and one to cut it to 14…

But then Booker and Jamal “I can’t believe no playoff team couldn’t have used my shooting ability” Crawford started bombing away, while Dragan “Watch me start my own layup line” Bender even got into the act… inexplicably turning Cavalier big men into glorified traffic cones. At this point, this game seemed destined to devolve into the tank-iest, tank-riffic, tank-onimically correct tank-a-thon of the whole tank-nificent tanking season. Cavs trailed 71-52 at the half.

I’d love to say that the Cavs turned things around in the third quarter because they were somehow inspired by anything Mike “We’ve got them right where we want them… behind the three point arc” Longabardi had to impart… but the more likely explanation for what happened was that the Suns got a stern talking to about the value of holding onto the second best Lottery odds. Sure, the Cavs did pay a bit more attention on defense, but the Suns also took a slew of quick-trigger, ill-advised heaves. Cleveland also got some improved shooting from Brandon Knight and Collin Sexton, on both a series of floaters in the lane and long distance threes. They also relied heavily on the always teetering on disaster plan of Tristan Thompson ISO post moves… like this one…

They also got a couple of dunks and tip shots from Zizic (which earned a couple of ZZ Top fuzzy guitar spinning memes) to help close the gap down to seven. Suns led 91-84 after three quarters.

You might think the highlight of the final quarter was the fact that the Cavs were able to cut the lead back to six with just three and a half minutes remaining on the strength of a second straight trey from Nik “I am Sauce Castillo… see me splash” Stauskas… especially after Jamal “Seriously… am I just going to end my career in Phoenix?” Crawford and Josh “I can’t wait to get a Max deal from the Lakers in free agency once Magic sees the tape of this game” Jackson helped push it out to 15. But, since Devin “I will out-Golden-Turd James Harden the next time I play him” took over and put the tank battle out of reach… the clear winner was this final three point sayonara from Channing Frye…

Channing didn’t call bank… he didn’t call game… he just called it a career (well in Phoenix anyway)… and will do so in Cleveland next Tuesday when the Cavs host the Hornets in the last home game of the season. Cavs lose the Tank-mageddon (or did they really win?) 122-113.

The Evil

The Cavs really did just about the minimum defensively. They allowed the Suns to shoot 55% from the field (it was close to 60% for most of the game) and 35% from deep (which was closer to 50% until the fourth quarter). I get they’re tanking, but outside of a decent stretch in the third, the lack of resistance was pretty embarrassing.

This might have been one of the most forgettable games for Cedi Osman. He was a rim-wrecking 1-12 (0-6 from downtown) with zero rebounds, three assists and one steal. He also fouled out in just 33 minutes.

Sure Collin Sexton led the team with 21 points… but it took him 23 shots to do it. A relatively inefficient shooting night for the rookie led to just 9-23 from the field, 1-4 from deep, though he did have four boards and three assists.

Brandon Knight continues to show flashes of his old self… but he’s still about two steps slow defensively. He scored 10 points on 4-8 shooting (2-4 from beyond the arc), but got burned by the Phoenix guards all night. Knight was a whopping -31 in his 25 minutes on the floor, and wound up with five fouls as he had to reach too much to catch guys as they blew by him.

Tristan Thompson and Ante Zizic combined to go 8-15 from the charity stripe.

Tanking might be a necessary evil… but it’s hard to watch… even in 4K.

The Genius

Larry Nance, Jr. continued to show off his all-around game, filling in for the sort of injured Kevin Love. Larry only took seven shots, but he made four of them for nine points. He was also a monster on the glass with 12 rebounds, to go with four assists and two steals. He had several questionable foul calls go against him, but he hung tough.

Jordan Clarkson was about the only other reliable scoring option outside of Sexton and the two-headed center. JC had another fairly efficient (by his standards) shooting night, going 8-16 for 20 points. He also chipped in six boards, three assists and a steal.

TT and ZZ combined to shoot 11-14 for 30 points to go with 12 rebounds. They both showed off an array of post moves… some which were more effective than others. Overall, a pretty good night at the five for the Cavs.

The Suns, in a truly classy move, put together a highlight tribute reel for native son, Channing “Let’s enjoy this wonderful french toast” Frye, to honor his last game as a pro on their floor. They aired it on the jumbotron during a first quarter break…

Parting Shot

The bad news is that tanking is awful. It’s painful to look at in games like this, and awfully boring to be honest. The good news is that there are only four more games to go until the worst of the tanking is done. No matter what spot in the Lottery the Cavs wind up occupying, they should come away with another young piece of the foundation for the future. And, hopefully… the Tank-mageddon will be over for the foreseeable future.

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