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12-28-2005, 10:59 AM
The New York Times
December 28, 2005
Sports of The Times
Is James the Next Jordan or the Next Carter?
By HARVEY ARATON
East Rutherford, N.J.
IT has been tempting lately to call Vince Carter Half Man, Half Amazing, but that would be too passé, so Y2K.
Besides, LeBron James landed at Continental Arena last night, on his way to the Hall of Fame, with his Cavaliers riding a Nets-matching six-game winning streak until they fell, 96-91, to a New Jersey team suddenly hitting nothing but net.
James, we were reminded, is what Carter was a half-dozen years ago, the ascendant monarch of Nike Nation, and more. He is the prodigy who makes the pass, and everyone better, while averaging a shade over 30 points a game.
In his third season after turning pro out of high school, James has fulfilled expectations without appearing in a playoff game. It's still early, though. There is plenty of time for the mythmakers to get cranky, deconstruct the legend, shot by shot.
"It goes with the territory," Carter said before his worst game in recent memory was negated by the work of Richard Jefferson and Jason Kidd. "I've been there."
Way back in the spring of 2000, in his second pro season, Carter was faster than James into the playoffs - albeit following three years at North Carolina - as he led a mostly undistinguished collection of Toronto Raptors to a first-round defeat at the hands of the Knicks. The following year, Carter had the last shot in a one-point game at Philadelphia that could have sent the Raptors to the Eastern Conference finals.
He missed, and was summarily dismissed as a faux Next Michael Jordan, in part for leaving his team on the day before the game to receive his college degree. Under the weight of the Jordan hype that Carter has said he never sought, life in Toronto only got worse.
Tracy McGrady left for Orlando, turned off, Carter admitted, by the prospect of being the Next Scottie Pippen. Injuries and innuendo that Carter was soft and selfish turned him surly and sullen. However much of the blame Carter deserves for his own missteps and eventual misery, there is a lesson to be learned from the short-lived Vinsanity era: As much as a skills set, situations make the superstar.
Fortuitously, and fortunately for the sport, Larry Bird and Magic Johnson never had to lift or carry a franchise by themselves. Jordan did and, great as he was, he didn't start winning championships until he was 28, and had enough help.
Weeks from his 29th birthday, Carter knows he is not winning six titles, as Jordan did, not in this life. He may never win one. But the Nets are a fun, aesthetically pleasing team, and Carter may be the happiest player to be traded to the Nets in the history of the franchise.
For averaging 39.3 points, 7.3 rebounds and 6 assists last week, he was named Eastern Conference player of the week. "He has been very, very assertive," said the Nets' coach, Lawrence Frank. "It's what all good players do, especially the special ones - take ownership of the team."
Carter has come a long way from his devalued days in Toronto. In New Jersey, with he and Kidd raising the bar for wireless communication, Carter has rediscovered the joy of dunking while grasping the essential superstar tenet that flying solo is a drag on so many levels.
Kobe Bryant should know this by now, even as the N.B.A. continues to promote him, if only to pull in those Los Angeles ratings. Carter? In marketing years, he's as old as Jimmy Carter.
At a recent Nets' practice, a team official bemoaned their lack of national television exposure - four appearances combined this season on the N.B.A.'s partner networks, insulting for a two-time finalist, especially compared with the 23 appearances for James and the Cavaliers.
James is a wonderful player, probably better at his corresponding age, 21 this Friday, than Jordan. If Carter was Half Man, James at 18 was a Man in Full, and Carter said his Next Jordan days were "not even close" to the massive buildup for James.
"He got it before he played his first game," Carter said.
Watching James weave his magic, it is almost impossible to imagine him not being a smash hit for years to come, selling out arenas, as he did here last night. Yet no one foresaw the banana peels on which Carter slipped. Strange things happen, even day-to-day.
Good as Carter has been, his jump shots spun out last night. His finger rolls didn't fall. He committed too many fouls, though he had 21 points, 5 at the end as the Nets held off James - who was two assists short of a triple-double - and beat the 17-10 Cavaliers for the second time this season.
"We're getting better," James said afterward, making no predictions, knowing that the Cavaliers had slumped badly down the stretch his first two years. What he may not understand yet is that the process of becoming a playoff force, a springtime fixture, could take years, and could involve taking some individual hits.
"They'll say on ESPN, 'LeBron didn't do something right,' " Carter said, recognizing by now that clever commercials are more easily contrived than a contending cast.
James has time, though. He believes he was born to the role. On his upper back, in large dark print, is a prophecy: "Chosen 1."
Sounds like his way of accepting the pressure to justify himself as a true Jordan heir, as a marketing king, before another fresh face and tattooed body comes along, blemish free.
E-mail: [email protected]
* Copyright 2005The New York Times Company
December 28, 2005
Sports of The Times
Is James the Next Jordan or the Next Carter?
By HARVEY ARATON
East Rutherford, N.J.
IT has been tempting lately to call Vince Carter Half Man, Half Amazing, but that would be too passé, so Y2K.
Besides, LeBron James landed at Continental Arena last night, on his way to the Hall of Fame, with his Cavaliers riding a Nets-matching six-game winning streak until they fell, 96-91, to a New Jersey team suddenly hitting nothing but net.
James, we were reminded, is what Carter was a half-dozen years ago, the ascendant monarch of Nike Nation, and more. He is the prodigy who makes the pass, and everyone better, while averaging a shade over 30 points a game.
In his third season after turning pro out of high school, James has fulfilled expectations without appearing in a playoff game. It's still early, though. There is plenty of time for the mythmakers to get cranky, deconstruct the legend, shot by shot.
"It goes with the territory," Carter said before his worst game in recent memory was negated by the work of Richard Jefferson and Jason Kidd. "I've been there."
Way back in the spring of 2000, in his second pro season, Carter was faster than James into the playoffs - albeit following three years at North Carolina - as he led a mostly undistinguished collection of Toronto Raptors to a first-round defeat at the hands of the Knicks. The following year, Carter had the last shot in a one-point game at Philadelphia that could have sent the Raptors to the Eastern Conference finals.
He missed, and was summarily dismissed as a faux Next Michael Jordan, in part for leaving his team on the day before the game to receive his college degree. Under the weight of the Jordan hype that Carter has said he never sought, life in Toronto only got worse.
Tracy McGrady left for Orlando, turned off, Carter admitted, by the prospect of being the Next Scottie Pippen. Injuries and innuendo that Carter was soft and selfish turned him surly and sullen. However much of the blame Carter deserves for his own missteps and eventual misery, there is a lesson to be learned from the short-lived Vinsanity era: As much as a skills set, situations make the superstar.
Fortuitously, and fortunately for the sport, Larry Bird and Magic Johnson never had to lift or carry a franchise by themselves. Jordan did and, great as he was, he didn't start winning championships until he was 28, and had enough help.
Weeks from his 29th birthday, Carter knows he is not winning six titles, as Jordan did, not in this life. He may never win one. But the Nets are a fun, aesthetically pleasing team, and Carter may be the happiest player to be traded to the Nets in the history of the franchise.
For averaging 39.3 points, 7.3 rebounds and 6 assists last week, he was named Eastern Conference player of the week. "He has been very, very assertive," said the Nets' coach, Lawrence Frank. "It's what all good players do, especially the special ones - take ownership of the team."
Carter has come a long way from his devalued days in Toronto. In New Jersey, with he and Kidd raising the bar for wireless communication, Carter has rediscovered the joy of dunking while grasping the essential superstar tenet that flying solo is a drag on so many levels.
Kobe Bryant should know this by now, even as the N.B.A. continues to promote him, if only to pull in those Los Angeles ratings. Carter? In marketing years, he's as old as Jimmy Carter.
At a recent Nets' practice, a team official bemoaned their lack of national television exposure - four appearances combined this season on the N.B.A.'s partner networks, insulting for a two-time finalist, especially compared with the 23 appearances for James and the Cavaliers.
James is a wonderful player, probably better at his corresponding age, 21 this Friday, than Jordan. If Carter was Half Man, James at 18 was a Man in Full, and Carter said his Next Jordan days were "not even close" to the massive buildup for James.
"He got it before he played his first game," Carter said.
Watching James weave his magic, it is almost impossible to imagine him not being a smash hit for years to come, selling out arenas, as he did here last night. Yet no one foresaw the banana peels on which Carter slipped. Strange things happen, even day-to-day.
Good as Carter has been, his jump shots spun out last night. His finger rolls didn't fall. He committed too many fouls, though he had 21 points, 5 at the end as the Nets held off James - who was two assists short of a triple-double - and beat the 17-10 Cavaliers for the second time this season.
"We're getting better," James said afterward, making no predictions, knowing that the Cavaliers had slumped badly down the stretch his first two years. What he may not understand yet is that the process of becoming a playoff force, a springtime fixture, could take years, and could involve taking some individual hits.
"They'll say on ESPN, 'LeBron didn't do something right,' " Carter said, recognizing by now that clever commercials are more easily contrived than a contending cast.
James has time, though. He believes he was born to the role. On his upper back, in large dark print, is a prophecy: "Chosen 1."
Sounds like his way of accepting the pressure to justify himself as a true Jordan heir, as a marketing king, before another fresh face and tattooed body comes along, blemish free.
E-mail: [email protected]
* Copyright 2005The New York Times Company