Farewell, SI.com





Today is my last day at SI.com. It has been a pleasure and an honor to have my name on this website, near those two letters — “SI” — for the last two years. They are iconic, and SI, in print and online, has long set the standard for sports journalism. The fact that Sports Illustrated — especially Paul Fichtenbaum, Brad Weinstein, Paul Forrester and Nicki Jhabvala — trusted me to write its NBA blog is something that is still almost beyond my understanding. Each of them has been crucial to whatever success this blog might have had in my time here. I owe each of them a giant thank-you, especially Brad, with whom I worked most closely over the full two years, and who does more for SI.com than any reader will ever know.
Another big thank-you to the readers who have digested my ramblings about this silly league, even through the considerable growing pains that come with starting a blog like this. It takes at least a year — for me, anyway — to really find your footing on this kind of platform. That first year is a whirlwind of mistakes, false starts and experiments in search of the proper tone, post schedule and volume. Even today, sometimes there is too much, sometimes too little. Thank you for your patience, your emails and your tweets, even the ones in which you accused me at varying times of hating every single one of the NBA’s 30 franchises. (I really only hate 14 of them.) Starting around Oct., 1, you’ll be able to find my writing here.
Thanks also to the countless writers of all types from whom I learn every day. I won’t name them here because it would take too long, and because I get to link to them every day and tell them how great they are whenever I bump into them at games, All-Star weekend, summer league, etc. There are so many smart people covering basketball, it’s staggering. Some work at big news outlets, some have started their own blogs and are scrambling for eyeballs. Some are funny, some know the cap as well as most assistant GMs and some can diagram Sacramento’s five most common offensive sets on a napkin in two minutes. All of them make us smarter about a very complex game, one that can rarely be reduced to simple declarations of who is “good” or “bad” or “clutch,” and if I’ve joined them in that effort, then The Point Forward has been a success.





