Denver Nuggets: Lack of Chemistry Led To Team's Failure

You gotta admit, the Nuggets are a sick squad on 2K8.  You know they're one of those teams you create in franchise mode, where you trade all your scrubs for "superstars", taking advantage of the value glitch. 

It's a striking resemblance, those "Denver Nuggets," to a gamer who knows how to roll the sticks. 

Take Melo, A.I., or J.R. and let them dribble around the defense, maybe launch a three (Why waste your time passing?)

Run the break with Marcus Camby. Put up 168 on the Sonics.

Whatever.

Don't think George Karl plays on "Live", but you have to wonder where the inspiration for his offensive "system" comes from. Sticking with oxymorons, he may have gotten it from Doug Moe, who must be "rolling in his grave" as the Chuckster would say. 

One does wonder what Moe was doing these last few years on the bench.  But that gets us to the crux of the matter, which is, does anyone know what's going on with the Denver Nuggets?

I do.

This is an impromptu assemblage of ego-centric school-aged superstars on recess, masquerading as a professional basketball team.

Sometimes you wonder if this team is playing for popsicles. 

It might not be so bad if the head coach didn't give the impression of a flighty old gym instructor who fiddles with his eight-track while the kids play.  

The extent of George Karl's activity on the bench is popping a hand-full of sweet candy-drops and proceeding  to suck them down like the chubby kid on the sideline (he is a self-proclaimed cow).

This is not to confuse GK the coach with GK the man, who certainly has gone through personal adversity, which should be admired.

Karl has conned his way to the top of the ladder within the Nuggets organization. His gift of gab and life triumphs have certainly endeared him to the media, who has given him immunity on all fronts.  This, we should assume, is the same process for which the old King has risen to claim his new throne.

This is where we can find the origins of disorganization. 

You have got a La-Z-Boy sitting on top of a three-legged front-office, which can't be comfortable for Silent Stan Kroenke.  The Bearup, Warkentien, Chapman trio have done some good in turning value.

Certainly, the J.R. Smith trade was one for the ages, and they didn't give up much for Allen Iverson. But you still have Mark Warkentien, the mastermind behind the "Jail Blazers."

He's the same man who this past-trade deadline submitted a grand proposal to get Zach Randolph in the gold and blue.  No, that's not a joke. It's clear evidence that "Wark's" analysis comes from the back of basketball cards.  

While the roster was assembled without a vision for cohesion, you have a coach who has openly admitted that he does not believe in players having roles (He is also a self-proclaimed "feel coach," whatever that means).

Let's remember,  the hiring of Karl was the first in a procession of band-aid moves.  The Kiki Vandeweghe blueprint was going according to plan until the disastrously rushed and inept sign-and-trade of Kenyon Martin.

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