This is Sam Hinkie’s house. Bought by Hinkie in 2014 for $2.6 million, it is now for sale for $3.1 million. Here’s how Realtor.com describes it:
Located on a private cul-de-sac overlooking 25 acres of the Harriton Farm Preservation, this 19th century stable has 3 levels of living and entertainment space. An astonishing stone wall serves as the home’s axis and accommodates 3 floor-to-ceiling fireplaces, built from excavated stone on-site. The restoration of this historic property won the Lower Merion Preservation Award in 2005 after renowned architect R.D. Wesley spared no expense investing in incredibly fine workmanship and the best masonry, stone, mechanical, electrical, plumbing and fixtures available. Since updated several times over, including adding a custom library and mudroom redesign, this ultra-private property maintains a timeless charm with exposed original beams, beautiful trusses, and deep window sills typical for such a stone colonial. As an expansive family home one block from Harriton High School, a private retreat abutting a forest of walking trails, or a refined space for entertaining, this Main Line original has no equal.
I was honestly expecting a fixer-upper with exposed floor boards, limited plumbing, no electric, and just a pile of supplies sitting in the driveway to do with whatever you please. In the middle, a massive beam with a delightful Twitter account. Nope. This thing is championship ready. Is it weird that when I saw the bedroom I thought “Sam Hinkie had sex in there”? Pics after the jump: Continue Reading
Today, Paul Holmgren penned a piece for The Players’ Tribune about his brother, Dave, a diabetic, who died when he was 23:
When I was 13 or 14, Dave wanted to go downtown to buy tickets to a concert. This was in the days before it became the law to provide access for the handicapped to public transportation. Dave needed to take a city bus to get to the box office, but he wasn’t allowed to take his guide dog, Prudy, on the bus. So he asked me to accompany him instead.
I probably didn’t want to go, but I did anyway. When the bus pulled up at the stop a few blocks from our house and the doors opened, I said to Dave, “Do you want me to go?”
What I meant was, “Do you want me to go first up the steps?” That way, I would be able to help him board. But I think because of my attitude, he took it the wrong way. He said something like, “If you don’t want to go, I’ll go myself.”
We rode the bus together in silence. I never explained to him what I had actually meant — and I have carried that around with me ever since. I know that it may sound like something small, but it stuck with me because I felt I had let him down. He was a rock, and he had always been there for me. In his time of weakness, he had asked a simple thing of me … and I took him for granted.
Dammit, Paul. I can’t even muster up a Bryzgalov dig. Well done.
You can read the full thing here.
Though the All-Star break – the NBA’s de facto mid-way point – is still weeks away, most NBA teams have already passed the halfway mark. The Sixers have played 42 so far (on pace for just under 29 wins). So, we can start to reasonably predict the end-of-season awards. Mike D’Antoni is basically a lock for Coach of the Year. James Harden is the current front-runner for MVP. The Ringer handed those out and also predicted (or rather, bestowed) the other awards on whom they see as deserving. Two Sixers got hardware. Kinda.
The task of naming the Rookie of the Year went to Danny Chau who thought long and hard, weighed all of his options, and picked literally the only option:
From the summer of 2014 to 2016, the Sixers’ R&D laboratory was making crucial structural tweaks to their destroyer weapon behind closed doors. With over two years of rehabilitation under the shroud of front-office secrecy imposed by former Sixers GM Sam Hinkie, Joel Embiid was more idea than player, and in the bleakest moments of the Sixers’ run of premeditated futility, Embiid felt like an idea whose time had come to die. The life cycle of hype is volatile. Whatever greatness existed within Embiid’s gargantuan frame, it couldn’t possibly have survived such an extended stint of injury and inactivity.
Well, 30 games into his NBA career, it has. Oh my god, it has. Embiid — whose minutes cap was supposed to be a temporary precautionary measure — will likely play on a 28-minute restriction for the rest of the year, which effectively makes Embiid’s already-historic season a beta testing. Those team-imposed limitations have made him a per-possession titan of the highest caliber: Since 1973–74 — the season that blocks were first officially recorded in the NBA — no player has ever put up numbers like the 38.8 points, 15.3 rebounds, and 4.8 blocks that Embiid currently averages per 100 possessions.
With Embiid’s unearthly dexterity at his size, an overgrown Hakeem Olajuwon had always been a convenient comparison; but the more you watch him, the more it’s conceivable to align his impact on the game to Shaquille O’Neal’s 25 years ago. Of course, times have changed: Young Shaq devastated teams with raw power and inhumanly quick turnaround hooks and jumpers that took advantage of his wide-turn radius; Embiid’s shown similar capabilities, in addition to shooting at a higher percentage from 25-plus feet out (27 of 68) than Kyle Korver (or Klay Thompson, albeit on much fewer attempts) this year. O’Neal was at the vanguard of the NBA’s last golden age of centers. You could make the argument that there hasn’t been a center since Shaq who has magnified a generational style de rigueur in both athletic and personal charisma like Embiid has.
It’s the obvious and only choice. Embiid is gonna win Eastern Conference Rookie of the Month for the entire season – unless people start to feel bad, like when your teacher would tell that one dork to stop raising his hand, please – and his closest competition is either Malcolm Brogdon or Dario Saric. He’s going to be unanimous. Then, there’s Executive of the Year. Jason Concepcion was given that assignment and he gave the award to one man who I can guarantee you will not win the award– Sam Hinkie:
Joel Embiid, a 7-foot social media art installation on a minutes restriction, is putting up statistics which read more like apocalyptic metaphor than numerical representation of reality. Nerlens Noel is an energetic defensive terrorizer, roaming the paint and perimeter alike in search of lights to extinguish. The belated debut of no. 1 overall pick Ben Simmons — who has been garnering comparisons to Magic Johnson and LeBron James since he was … well, some unreasonably young age at which not much should be expected of anyone — is looming somewhere over the immediate horizon. Robert Covington is a dynamic, do-anything glue guy. Dario Saric just did this. And, a year after winning 10 games total, the Sixers are 15–27 midway through the season.
Boom. You’ve just been Processed…
That said, an admission: I don’t particularly find the Process, which is really just plain tanking but in a much more brazen and systematic way, all that clever. Neither am I a great admirer of Sam Hinkie, who has always struck me as being as much huckster as executive. He managed to weave Philly’s natural tribalism and his prepackaged mystique into a fine set of emperor’s robes, all encoded in a successful rebrand of TED Talks jargon. This is a dude who wrote a 13-page resignation letter studded with arcane academic and literary references, which defended, in detail, his tenure as Sixers GM, answering every charge leveled at him during his nearly three years at the helm of USS Tank. And he wants you to believe that he didn’t expect that the document would go public. Please. Hinkie was the GM of an NBA team — the subject of numerous media profiles — not the branch manager of a local bank. Do not for a second fall for this. That’s just a smart person’s version of Oh, this old thing.
Be that as it may. Sam Hinkie for Executive of the Year. It probably won’t happen. But it should.
It won’t happen this year, but with Hinkie saying he felt like he was “sharpening the sword” for an NBA return, the trophy could be his in the future.
This makes me want to punch small kittens.
Howie Roseman was in-studio(!) with Angelo Cataldi this morning and was asked about his piss poor explanation for trading Eric Rowe, who had an (easy) interception in the AFC Championship last night and will probably get a pick-six in the Super Bowl. Roseman said his nine-year-old didn’t understand his first explanation, and I imagine he’s not going to understand the second:
“When the 9-year-old boy doesn’t understand you [press conference] answer, it’s probably a problem. And I said the reason you don’t understand is because it wasn’t coherent. It didn’t make any freakin’ sense.”
“So I think it’s good to go back to the process. It’s the first week of the season, and we get this offer, and it’s the Patriots. And we’re not sitting there thinking we’re getting over on Bill Belichick, maybe the best evaluator of defensive backs in the history of the NFL. What we were thinking about was where he was on our depth chart – at that time our starting three guys were Nolan, Leodis, Ron Brooks – Jalen Mills at that point in camp had beat him out so he’s the fourth guy. And then when we spoke with our coaches they said that Malcolm would be the next guy in the slot. So for where we were and what his role was at the time, we thought it was pretty good value. For them to give up that kind of pick, a fourth that could be a third, we knew they had a role for him. We knew there was an opportunity, and we had to do what we think is best for us. Saying that, we probably make 50 decisions a year that are really real decisions that we sit down and make. To say that we don’t go back and think about them and think about if we were right, I mean that’s part of it you know? You wanna hit as many as you can but when you’re watching games of other players that you had here, that’s the hard part about doing it. And that’s why Sundays are…do we have a beer sponsor here I can shout out?
Angelo Cataldi: “If you need a beer we’ll hook you up.”
“That’s why you gotta watch some of these games like that and it gives you an opportunity to reflect. At the same time you gotta get guys that fit your scheme and make sense for the Philadelphia Eagles and I think that’s most important.”
Good Christ. I have a real problem when GMs excuse poor decisions by explaining that at the time such and such player wasn’t as good as he is now, or didn’t fit the scheme (WHAT EXACTLY IS THE EAGLES’ SCHEME?), or had “””better””” players in front of him. That’s literally the job of the GM— to evaluate future success. No one is perfect, and no one is going to get everything right, but the good ones get a lot more right than wrong. Howie, throughout his career, has gotten more wrong than right. And trading Eric Rowe for a fourth round draft pick next year because the the collective stiffs in the Eagles’ secondary were ahead of him on the depth chart and then months later he’s contributing on a Super Bowl team… well, yeah, there’s no excuse for that. Just say you goofed and move on.
It’s hard to trust the process any more than one does right now. The Sixers were down three when they lost Joel Embiid early in the fourth and they win it on two Robert Covington threes? There’s something going on here and I like it very much.
Derek Bodner added that while this will be one of the league’s biggest departments – bigger than Hinkie’s which was big for the league at the time – this will be the new normal as teams try to find any edge they can. That and dorks trying to get laid because they were jealous of all the jocks or whatever the hell Charles Barkley says.
According to ESPN’s Chris Haynes, Jimmy Butler has made the East All-Star team as a starter:
This should effectively end Joel Embiid’s hopes to be a starter, since Butler takes one of the three frontcourt spots and the other two undoubtedly belong to LeBron and Giannis. The official announcement is just over an hour from now.
UPDATE: Embiid lost on the player vote.