OAKLAND — Andre Iguodala is killing the Warriors. Let's not tiptoe around this sensitive topic or pretend Iguodala is doing fine. He is killing his team.
He's not killing them as much as Blake Griffin or Chris Paul. We know that. But he's a murderer in his own right. Murder in the first degree. If he doesn't change, the Warriors could be lying stiff and cold in a grave. Real soon.
In two playoff games against the Clippers, he is averaging six points. You just want to die. In each game, he took six shots. Non-shooting centers — real stiffs — take six shots. The non-athletic sub at the end of the bench takes six shots. Iguodala was the big offseason acquisition, the final piece to make the Warriors great, the jewel in the crown.
This is a jewel?
He came fifth in the voting for best defensive player in the league this season, and for that we say, “Way to go.” Defense is important on a defense-oriented team. And he's a good passer and he rebounds. Double “Way to go.”
But please, Andre, shoot the ball. Believe me, you're allowed to. You just grab that sucker with two hands, face the hoop, jump and flick a wrist. Everyone around you is a flicker. Mostly, you're a bricker.
In the regular season, Iguodala averaged 9.3 points per game. Iguodala is a starter on a very good team and he managed just 9.3. That's either shameful or a joke. But, OK, the regular season is over and now the Warriors are in the real season, the playoffs. And Iguodala has a chance to step up.
He's stepped down. Shriveled in the spotlight. Look, the Clippers are whacking the daylights out of Stephen Curry, the Warriors' one bona fide great player. The poor guy hardly can get his shot. He's passing to open teammates so they'll perform the old flickeroo.