D.Williams is a terrible teammate.
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I think what was going on, is that it appeared that he was being phony and "disengaged" in his happy go lucky thing at the end of the bench. He wasn't really focused in on team strategy during timeouts...etc etc.
If he starts playing with noticeable passion and fire and stays focused on what we're doing with our play sets and what not, then he can dance around with Moreland to his hearts desire...and probably won't get any criticism for it.
I hope he figures it out, because he does have a lot of talent potential. Again, the question and challenge is the mental aspect
If he starts playing with noticeable passion and fire and stays focused on what we're doing with our play sets and what not, then he can dance around with Moreland to his hearts desire...and probably won't get any criticism for it.
I hope he figures it out, because he does have a lot of talent potential. Again, the question and challenge is the mental aspect
This. It seems like it is all about hustle and drive. He has so much talent but if he isn't engaged, he isn't going to do a darn thing. All of the nights he's flashed his potential, it's been because of his tenacity towards getting to to the rim, crashing the boards, breaking out after a rebound for a fast break.
There has to be a way to muster up that motivation each night. If he can figure that out, then he can be a great player.
There has to be a way to muster up that motivation each night. If he can figure that out, then he can be a great player.
Can't go that far. He can be a useful player who can stay in the NBA. But his talent, such as it is, is often overstated I think going back to him having one freakish 30 game college season where he shot college threes at a high level. Most of the talent he has displayed at any other time comes down to being a good athlete. He's not a particularly good shooter. He's not a good ballhandler. He doesn't have any length or power or instincts defensively. When he comes in and attacks the way he did here he can make an impact, but really it wasn't much more than just throwing his athleticism at the problem. And that can work, if you can do that every night you can be a pain. But that's not enough to be a great player.
I was thinking about this again after last night's game. It seems with him, that a lot of his best games, in a lot of ways comes down to "fortunate" bounces of the ball. In other words he gets going, like he did last night, if he happens to get an ideal bounce off the rim that he can grab and hammer dunk...or at other times last season, when someone makes a great lob pass to him. It seems that he transforms to another energy level if some things "line up" for him and he can get his "hands on the rim".
On the other hand, what usually happens, is the ball is not happening to end up in the perfect place for him to get going...and then at that point he doesn't have enough game or whatever that extra something is, to figure out a way to be very valuable to the team and generate a very consistent aggressive energy level. It seems we only see his fire and passion come out, if he's dunking
On the other hand, what usually happens, is the ball is not happening to end up in the perfect place for him to get going...and then at that point he doesn't have enough game or whatever that extra something is, to figure out a way to be very valuable to the team and generate a very consistent aggressive energy level. It seems we only see his fire and passion come out, if he's dunking
He is a terrible teammate, have you read this story from the video?
Derrick Williams greeted his teammates at the door. "Thank you guys for coming! There's nothing better than chilling with all my friends!"
A large group of Sacramento Kings players followed him into the house. "So, where's the party?" Ramon Sessions asked, looking around for other visitors to Derrick's abode.
"Oh, it's just going to be us tonight," Derrick answered. "A more intimate gathering, if you will."
"Well, when you said 'Party' on the invitation, I thought it would be more like, you know, a party. Not a chill-out sesh," Ramon said.
"We're going down to the basement," Derrick explained, ignoring Ramon's complaints. "That's where the fun stuff is." He led his teammates down a flight of stairs to an unlit room, or rooms. It was too dark to see; the assorted Kings waited blindly in the darkness for Derrick to turn on the lights.
After a minutes' waiting, hearing Derrick fumbling around in the darkness, Reggie Evans announced. "Screw this noise. I'm getting out my phone so we can find the lightswitch."
"No you're not!" Derrick shouted with such urgency that Reggie immediately dropped his phone back into his pocket. "The surprise needs to be maintained!"
"What surpri-" Reggie began to ask, before an unbearable racket began to emanate from unseen speakers around the walls. Simultaneously, an elaborate lightning system rigged from the ceiling began to pulsate and strobe.
"It's his dubstep!" Rudy Gay yelled in explanation as his teammates covered their ears and winced. "He's always tricking people into listening to it and it sucks!"
At the far end of the room, Derrick stood on a raised platform, surrounded by at least ten laptops. Somehow, in the confusion of the darkness, he had changed his clothes to match those of a mad scientist. Now, he flailed his arms and bent his torso in a primitive imitation of dance, jumping all around his makeshift stage. As a backdrop to this demented display, a row of server racks lined the back wall, also flashing a myriad of colors. Network cables connected the whole thing in a jumble of wires, and it was from these servers that the algorithms composing Derrick's dubstep did their heinous computations. Derrick was only intermittently visible as the lights around him flashed at a seizure-inducing speed.
"We have to get out of here!" Rudy yelled in a panic, trying to find the door they had entered through. However, it was not there; the doorway had been replaced with a smooth steel panel.
"There is no escape from Professor Dubbenstein's Dungeon!" Derrick yelled into a microphone as Rudy beat his fists feebly against the exit. His words echoed menacingly, distorted by some kind of post-processor to sound utterly alien. "I welcome you to your prison of beats, where your chains are fashioned from my sick drops and your cages from brutal wubs!"
All around them, the raucous noise continued unabated. One by one, the Kings players slumped to the ground, knocked unconscious by the heavy wubs and ear-piecing bleeps. There would be no escape for them.
A large group of Sacramento Kings players followed him into the house. "So, where's the party?" Ramon Sessions asked, looking around for other visitors to Derrick's abode.
"Oh, it's just going to be us tonight," Derrick answered. "A more intimate gathering, if you will."
"Well, when you said 'Party' on the invitation, I thought it would be more like, you know, a party. Not a chill-out sesh," Ramon said.
"We're going down to the basement," Derrick explained, ignoring Ramon's complaints. "That's where the fun stuff is." He led his teammates down a flight of stairs to an unlit room, or rooms. It was too dark to see; the assorted Kings waited blindly in the darkness for Derrick to turn on the lights.
After a minutes' waiting, hearing Derrick fumbling around in the darkness, Reggie Evans announced. "Screw this noise. I'm getting out my phone so we can find the lightswitch."
"No you're not!" Derrick shouted with such urgency that Reggie immediately dropped his phone back into his pocket. "The surprise needs to be maintained!"
"What surpri-" Reggie began to ask, before an unbearable racket began to emanate from unseen speakers around the walls. Simultaneously, an elaborate lightning system rigged from the ceiling began to pulsate and strobe.
"It's his dubstep!" Rudy Gay yelled in explanation as his teammates covered their ears and winced. "He's always tricking people into listening to it and it sucks!"
At the far end of the room, Derrick stood on a raised platform, surrounded by at least ten laptops. Somehow, in the confusion of the darkness, he had changed his clothes to match those of a mad scientist. Now, he flailed his arms and bent his torso in a primitive imitation of dance, jumping all around his makeshift stage. As a backdrop to this demented display, a row of server racks lined the back wall, also flashing a myriad of colors. Network cables connected the whole thing in a jumble of wires, and it was from these servers that the algorithms composing Derrick's dubstep did their heinous computations. Derrick was only intermittently visible as the lights around him flashed at a seizure-inducing speed.
"We have to get out of here!" Rudy yelled in a panic, trying to find the door they had entered through. However, it was not there; the doorway had been replaced with a smooth steel panel.
"There is no escape from Professor Dubbenstein's Dungeon!" Derrick yelled into a microphone as Rudy beat his fists feebly against the exit. His words echoed menacingly, distorted by some kind of post-processor to sound utterly alien. "I welcome you to your prison of beats, where your chains are fashioned from my sick drops and your cages from brutal wubs!"
All around them, the raucous noise continued unabated. One by one, the Kings players slumped to the ground, knocked unconscious by the heavy wubs and ear-piecing bleeps. There would be no escape for them.
Williams is a fundamentally flawed player. Doesn't rebound and has no length inside, so that pretty much settles him as SF. Kings were not totally murdered, because that were softy Raptors, they were just strangled gently. Try that with strong inside team, and Kings will be murdered. Now at SF Williams is not a great ballhandler, shot needs a lot of work, what Derrick has is on a good day he's able to pick up a bunch of hustle points around the basket and for that he needs loose paint area, not clogged one, you see most of the time, that Kings play. So basically he could use a team with perimeter-oriented offense, that has a place for a guy, whose main skill is getting a bunch of points without helping much elsewhere. Raptors have Johnson in a similar role, and this guy can actually defend. Wizards?
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If I'm coach Malone I'm telling Williams this "if you play hard and use your athletic at both ends for 15-20mins" a game I will leave you in the game regardless of the stupid shots or defensive lapses we know your going to have. Other than DMC there has not been another Kings this season have the kind of explosive quarters this guy has had (maybe Rudy had 1), some of the numbers and the impact have been ridiculous. If he can give energy and effort I'm prepared to live with the stupidity he will bring (which is a almost certain).
Totally agree. He's the kind of player that gets on a roll, when he has some trust that he won't be yanked out as soon as a mistake happens. A total momentum and mojo player. Gets a dunk here or there and suddenly starts shooting well.
We have to at least attempt to give him the opportunity to get back what he had going, before the Gay trade. It is possible
We have to at least attempt to give him the opportunity to get back what he had going, before the Gay trade. It is possible