Jeff Malone to the Jazz. Utah rescued Malone from the NBA dead zone known as Landover, Md.—the Bullets play there, by the way—and Malone has been everything his new team hoped for when it made the three-way deal also involving the Kings. He might never again be an All-Star if he stays in the West, but his .516 field goal percentage, the best of his career, has taken loads of pressure off both Stockton and Karl Malone.
Sam Perkins and Terry Teagle to the Lakers. Perkins, a free agent from the Mavs, has given L.A. exactly what it wanted—steady offensive production and versatile defense. Teagle, who came in a trade with the Warriors for a 1991 first-round draft pick, has not; he is shooting .424 from the floor, and the hope that he would spell James Worthy at small forward for long stretches has not been fulfilled (Teagle isn't much of a passer either; he's averaging just 1.1 assists per game). Perhaps Teagle will heat up in the playoffs and turn this deal into a winner.
Paul Pressey to the Spurs. With the improved play of both Robinson and small forward Sean Elliott, Pressey's presence with San Antonio has been somewhat overlooked. That is, until point guard Rod Strickland went down with a broken hand on Feb. 2. Pressey, who arrived from Milwaukee in a deal for frontcourtman Frank Brickowski, promptly changed into his point forward costume. When you trade for a versatile player like Pressey, you generally don't lose.
Fat Lever and Rodney McCray to the Mavericks. The Ides of March find the Mavs fighting off such challengers as Orlando and Minnesota. Ah, an asterisk, please. After all, Lever hasn't played since Nov. 7 because of a knee injury. And McCray, a classic complementary player, suddenly finds himself short of complements, what with Lever and Roy Tarpley (the victim of another knee injury) in street clothes. Maybe next year, Mavs.
Spud's No Dud
The NBA's 1986 slam-dunk champion has had exactly two jams the entire season. Aching knees and five years of being tossed around like a leaf in a windstorm have diminished the aerial magic of Spud Webb. In one respect, that's good. Any lingering suspicions that Webb was just a novelty act have been eradicated by his steady, ever-developing all-around play at point guard for the Hawks.
In this week's poll we matched the 5'7" Webb against the other prominent NBA player known for his lack of stature, Charlotte's 5'3" Muggsy Bogues. It was no contest: Spud 19 votes, Muggsy two.
Bogues is known, and deservedly so, for taking care of the ball—his assist-to-turn-over ratio of 5.9 to 1 is best in the league—and he stalks his taller opponents tenaciously if not always efficaciously. "Muggsy's a bigger pest," said one of the two Bogues balloters admiringly. A weightlifting program helped turn Webb into a three-point threat—he has 36 treys this season, Bogues has zero—and Webb is the NBA's 11th-best foul shooter, with an .879 percentage.
Webb's biggest problem is staying healthy. After he was knocked to the floor four times in two games recently, someone told him that his teammates will eventually learn to protect him. Said Spud, "I don't think I can last that long." He was only kidding; Webb has lasted longer than anyone thought he would.