I loved watching Jason Kidd play basketball.
The picture above is from a souvenir towel my brother and I got at the Mavs’ opening night in November 1994: Jason Kidd’s first game in the NBA. I felt so honored to be there, everyone could see Kidd was special.
The Mavericks got the win with the most Jason-Kidd game imaginable: 11 assists, 9 rebounds, and 10 points on just 30% shooting. But though Kidd’s scoring wasn’t all-nba, his playmaking and style were breathtaking. Smart passes, trick passes, brilliant passes. And his motor: when I watched games I liked to say, “Kidd wants the ball” when he would chase down yet another loose ball. He had flaws, but I just loved the way he played.
And the heights of his game, when he was at his best, made fan memories forever. As I posted about years ago, Kidd starred in the greatest regular season game I saw for almost 30 years, hitting three 3-pointers as part of the Mavs scoring 14 points in the last minute of overtime to pull off a crazy comeback and a 157-147 2OT win against the Rockets. Kidd ended up with 38/11/10 including 8 three-pointers, which was a truly wild number in those days, especially for a guy who typically couldn’t shoot.
Kidd wasn’t a perfect player, but the thrill in watching him was what made basketball worth watching.
Then two years later the Mavs traded him, suddenly and shockingly, in an inexplicable move that broke my heart as a fan. How could they do it? Apparently Kidd didn’t get along with the coach (Jim Cleamons?!), and had feuds with his star teammates. My sense is that he wasn’t the greatest guy when he was young. But to cut ties with him when he was just 23? What were they thinking?
The parallels with the Luka trade today are obvious, and similarly nauseating. Luka’s in a different stratosphere than Kidd: where Kidd was an all-NBA guy, Luka has the chance to become a top-ten all-time player. I do not exaggerate to say that I doubt the Mavericks will have another player as good as Luka in my lifetime.
As with Kidd, Luka has his warts. I tell my kids that I love watching Luka, but I don’t want them acting like him on the court. But the thrills when he’s at his best are the reason we watch basketball. He has multiple playoff buzzer-beating game winners, and he’s already won at least two playoff series that led the other team to rethink their entire roster and trade top players. The game-seven win at Phoenix three years ago was one of the wildest, most fun games I’ve ever seen.
And I was lucky enough to be there in person at AAC with my brother, my father, and my sons, for maybe the greatest regular-season game anyone has ever played. Against the Knicks on Dec 27, 2022, Luka went for 61/21/10 in the OT win, capping a 9-point comeback in the last 27 seconds of regulation by intentionally missing a free throw, getting the offensive rebound, and putting it in just before the buzzer to force overtime. It was just stunning, the kind of thrill that makes basketball worth watching.
When it comes to trades, I know organizations have their reasons. I know Kidd wasn’t the greatest guy, I know Luka isn’t either. And there are limits to the kind of person I would cheer for.
But both of these were young guys, who just needed to grow up, and I *loved* watching both of them play basketball. After the Kidd trade, I had some consolation when Dallas lucked into Dirk Nowitzki in the 1999 draft, so for two decades I had someone worth cheering for. But Jason Kidd went on to lead the Nets to the Finals twice before Dallas got him back late in his career, and I was always sad that I had to miss my favorite player’s prime because the Mavs traded him away.
Will there be consolation after Luka? I doubt it. Even if the Mavs won a title in the next couple years before Davis and Kyrie fade, I’d still think they would have won more with Luka. But more than that, Luka brings thrills to the game that these other players just don’t match.
This is why I found myself literally going through stages of grief today: denial, anger, bargaining. That's wild, but it's not silly: following our team is not "just a game," it's countless hours I spend with my sons, and my brother, and friends, loving our team together. Following the mavs is nowhere near the most important thing in my life, but it's got real weight and value, it's part of the good life when we keep things in perspective. And so I do grieve: how many thrills with my boys will I miss out on, games that just won't be as fun as they would have been if we still had Luka.
All day today I keep thinking that GM Nico Harrison just fundamentally misunderstands what it means to be a basketball fan. The song Halleluka wasn’t just silly, it captured the moment of landing Doncic so well because Mavericks fans realized we were seeing something special, something that many franchises have never enjoyed in their history.
I loved watching Jason Kidd play basketball. I loved watching Dirk play basketball. And I loved watching Luka play basketball. For one of the three, the Mavs did the fans right, and we got to give Dirk all the fan-love we had. With the other two, we were robbed by foolish front offices. I don’t know when the next chance like this will come along.