C-Nuv Gonna Get E-Nuv Money

The Bucks in their infinite wisdom have decided the guy who does a little of everything pretty well but nothing really well and often something very poorly must go. And you know what that means?


Villanueva is one of those perfect combinations of above average talent, stifled by inconsistency and a lack of focus, but who can go absolutely NOVA for short stretches. If HP had a crest, his bald head would be on it.

His options are pretty wide, now. He can go with a championship contender for less money, or a rebuilding program for the bank.  That’s a win win.

With his Twitter escapades and likable personality, he could fit in nicely in Cleveland, and it would mean that they would never again have to suffer through the following phrase: “Starting at Power Forward, from under the bridge downtown, Andy Varejao!”

I suppose what makes V-Nuv so endearing to me is that he’s one of those players that seems to be trying all the time, even though the results don’t necessarily reflect that. He’ll slam down a terrific put-back, or nail a transition pull-up, or get a great falling away block, and then the next play he’ll get torched, or brick up a wide open baseline J. It’s not a matter of effort or intensity, he’s just not a player that puts it all together. He’s a well meaning incomplete player. And his Tweets reflect that, in his discussion of naps and his passion for UConn. He’s the kind of player that fans can get behind if they can stop wishing he’d knock himself unconscious to slam some sense into him. He’s long, athletic, talented, and confused, drifting, overzealous. And that’s the type of player that goes into free agency in a weak year and walks out with a big fat contract.

V-Nuv is feasting on the undercurrent, and it tastes good.

For the Bucks? Hey, you don’t really need a power forward in this league. There are only about 700 explosive good ones.

Matt Moore

Matt Moore is a Senior NBA Blogger for CBSSports.com's Eye on Basketball blog, weekend editor of Pro Basketball Talk on NBCSports.com, and co-editor of Voice on the Floor. He lives in Kansas City due to an unbelievably complex set of circumstances and enjoys mid-90's pop rock, long walks on the beach and the novels of Tim Sandlin.