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just a hunch, but I think this move was made to make room for JJ. The Cavs originally invested a 1st rd pick to get him and then invested a ton of develpmental hours on him as well, he did respond to Scott...no risk and an opportunity to re-aquire a previously sold investment for nothing, while still holding the assests of that sale, sounds like a Grant/Gilbert move to me.
 
just a hunch, but I think this move was made to make room for JJ.

I think the Cavs have moved on. JJ's not on the radar.

I think the Cavs are just saving a few $100K and freeing up playing time for guys that will be with the team next season.

If you want a nefarious purpose, it's to let the team poach any guys on the waiver wire that they think are going to Miami.

http://www.ohio.com/blogs/cleveland...ollins-departure-was-mutual-decision-1.279848

Hollins, 27, will be a free agent after the season and had only a month remaining on his contract. The Cavs bought him out, but Hollins' 7-foot frame and athleticism could get him claimed by another team looking for a big man for a postseason run. He only has about $600,000 remaining on his contract.

Hollins averaged 3.7 points and 2.3 rebounds this season. The Cavs' roster now stands at 14. Although former Cav J.J. Hickson was waived on Monday, it's not believed the Cavs will pursue him with their open roster spot.
 
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words cant express how happy i am that my eyes will most likely never have to suffer the sight of seeing ryan hollins playing basketball for the cavs ever again.
 
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Thanks Wuck for the update on Chris Johnson. Did not know he got picked up today.
 
Boobie works best on a team that has a lot of offensive firepower such that he gets ignored by the defense...once we get back to the top, he will be a very valuable player again.

As for Hollins, how pathetic is it that a super athletic seven footer gets cut by a team whose true center rotation at the moment consists solely of a guy who hasn't sniffed the floor in almost three weeks...wow. What a waste of a body.
 
Boobie works best on a team that has a lot of offensive firepower such that he gets ignored by the defense...once we get back to the top, he will be a very valuable player again.

As for Hollins, how pathetic is it that a super athletic seven footer gets cut by a team whose true center rotation at the moment consists solely of a guy who hasn't sniffed the floor in almost three weeks...wow. What a waste of a body.

perhaps it means Andy will be back soon?
 
He is planned to be back soon, but even still, we are embarrassingly thin on talent at the C position. Even Varejao is a PF/C.
 
I don't want to turn this thread into a boobie debate buuuut.....he's to short to play the 2 but not skilled enough to play the 1. He doesn't drain open 3's anymore which was the only reason he was on the team before and now he is injury prone. We can use his 4mill better ways. He doesn't belong in the NBA anymore. Time to move on.
So.. A above average defender, 41 percent career 3pt shooter to go along with 40 percent from the field, isn't worth keeping around in the NBA anymore.. Interesting.

Gibson has some health issues, this is the biggest concern with Gibson... Not his overall performance. Not interested in hearing about the height issue, either. Just because he's undersized doesn't mean he isn't worth keeping on an NBA roster and getting extended minutes. ANY championship contender would love to have a clutch, knock down shooter on their roster with good defense.

Waive Gibson.. Pshh, you'd succeed better doing standup my friend.
 
if the Cavs want to pick up a project big

thee is a center with NBA experience that was recently didn't have his contacr renewed for the remainder of the season

this player broke David Robinson's NCAA shot block record

that player is









Mickell Gladness.

http://www.draftexpress.com/profile/Mickell-Gladness-1308/



NCAA Weekly Performers, 2/6/08-- Part One
February 6, 2008
Anytime you shatter David Robinson’s all-time record for blocked shots in a single game (with 16 last year against Texas Southern), you’re going to get a look from the NBA. And that’s exactly what Gladness has been getting all season long, if only out of intrigue with his size, physical tools and defensive ability.

We’re talking about a 6-11 beanpole with freakishly long arms, big hands and some of the skinniest legs you’ll find anywhere around. He’s quick off his feet and has good all-around mobility, although his athleticism is severely hampered by his lack of strength and conditioning.

Gladness led the NCAA in blocks per game last year, with 6.1, and 7.9 per-40 minutes pace adjusted. This year his averages have dropped to 5.8 per-40, as the word must have seemingly gotten out, and you clearly see slashers doing their best not to challenge him in the lane as much this season.

As a man to man defender, Gladness is frail, but still capable of absolutely wrapping up his matchup with his ridiculous wingspan, looking patient not biting for fakes, and showing tremendous timing to swat balls away once they finally go up in the air. He is almost just as good rotating over from the weak-side to contest shots as well, showing terrific recovery speed and being capable of challenging multiple shots in a single possession due to the quickness in which he gets off his feet. His instincts in this area are for real, regardless of the level he competes against, and he alters just as many shots as he blocks because of his imposing combination of height and length.

Playing in the SWAC, Gladness is clearly picking up a lot of bad habits, though. He basically camps out underneath the rim in order to lock down the paint, contesting anything and everything that comes his way, but not really playing anywhere near the type of team defense he’d be expected to against serious competition. He barely shows on screens, and sometimes does not even bother joining his teammates on the offensive end after throwing an outlet pass, because of the extreme up-tempo nature of the league. He seems to struggle going up against stronger big men, as he’s easily posted up, and clearly lets players get deep position on him, thinking he’ll be able to compensate by meeting them at the rim once they go up for their shot. Until he puts on some serious weight, it’s going to be difficult to envision him playing any type of role at a high level.

Offensively, Gladness is a work in progress, to say the least. He rotates between barely even making it up the floor for his team (partially due to conditioning issues), to forcing the issue badly when he gets the ball in the paint. He struggles to hold his spot on the block, and thus has a tendency to settle for terrible shots, really not seeming to know his limitations on this end of the floor. We see some flashes of a turnaround jumper or a jump-hook at times, but everything is a struggle for him at this point because of his incredible lack of strength. His offense therefore looks rushed, similar to the chaotic way his entire team plays. He does seem to be making some progress in this area, though, as he’s averaging nearly 17 points per game over his team’s last four games. We’ll have to see how this trend continues until the end of the season.

In order to not be labeled a one-dimensional shot-blocker, players like Gladness typically need to bring something extra to the floor in order to hold the interest of NBA scouts. He seems to be a pretty team oriented player, looking very active fighting for rebounds and loose balls, and passing the ball reasonably well out of the post. He would be well served to add something resembling a mid-range jumper, as his 68% from the free throw line indicates that he has some touch from this area. His jump-shot does not look good in the instances that he we did see him decide to step out, though. Gladness is a decent rebounder as well, but again, his lack of strength limits his effectiveness in this area.

All in all, Gladness is someone that NBA teams will want to have a look at, as his combination of physical tools and shot-blocking instincts are fairly hard to come by, and they will likely want to evaluate just how much upside he has skill-wise, and especially physically. He only averaged 2.8 points per game (on 38% shooting) in Junior College three years ago, so it’s pretty obvious that he’s just scraping the surface on his true potential at the moment. He looks like a perfect candidate to invite to Portsmouth for a first glance, and will probably get his fair share of workouts as well.
 
Good riddance. The only game I liked out out of Hollins is when he showed up to play against Miami last season. Other than that, he's just too soft for a big man, can't get a rebound, and does not have good awareness on the court.
 
Ryan Hollins Tries to Acquire Coffee

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Ryan Hollins wiped the sleep from his eyes; slapped the alarm clock against the wall, shattering it; and rose from his bed. Ugh, I hate Mondays, Hollins thought. He did not know he was channeling Garfield. He ambled into his bathroom, which had tile made of Venetian marble. The tiles were very expensive, but Ryan Hollins was able to purchase them with a portion of the millions of dollars he had made playing professional basketball. These were the type of tiles a very rich man bought for his bathroom.

Ryan Hollins stepped into his shower, adjusted his faucet to a temperature that was either way too hot or way too cold, and began his daily ritual of dropping the soap an impossible number of times. As he sort of feebly pinned the soap—which looked like a large pill in comparison to his gigantic frame—between his right wrist and his bellybutton, it occurred to him that he, like all primates, possessed thumbs. Ryan Hollins had no clue what to do with this revelation, but it caused him to drop the soap again. He resolved, as he did every day, that he was “clean enough.” He reached for a towel, and the towel disintegrated.

After drying himself off with eight rolls of toilet paper—macerated bits of tissue were stuck to his back and inner thighs, but what are you gonna do—Ryan Hollins decided to brew a pot of coffee. The crucial flaw in Ryan Hollins’s plan was that he did not own a coffee maker. He had, at one point, owned thousands of coffee makers. You see, Ryan Hollins is no dummy: he knows he is Ryan Hollins and that he breaks things almost literally all the time. So Ryan Hollins had planned ahead. A few months ago, he had filled a spacious walk-in closet with coffee makers. Coffee makers to the ceiling. A meerkat colony of coffee makers. But, being Ryan Hollins, he had steadily depleted this massive reserve of coffee makers—I really can’t emphasize enough how large a quantity of coffee makers Ryan Hollins had burned through; we’re talking enough coffee makers to keep the entire population of Scandinavia awake for three months straight—by breaking coffee makers at a rate that took statistics into a headlock and gave it a noogie until its skull bled. This morning Ryan Hollins had no coffee makers. He had broken every single one. His walk-in closet was now a coffee maker mass grave, a room that reeked of melted plastic and had a floor composed of several layers of fragmented glass. Ryan Hollins would have to leave his home if he wanted to satisfy his caffeine fix.

The first five cars Ryan Hollins attempted to start sputtered and made a sort of laughing sound as Ryan Hollins turned the key in the ignition. The sixth car, an old box Chevy that Ryan Hollins had refurbished with the exorbitant amount of money he had accumulated playing professional basketball, started smoothly, and Ryan Hollins pulled out of his driveway, killing three pedestrians while making a simple K-turn.

Ryan Hollins parked atop a pair of Toyota sedans outside a Starbucks. He opened his car door, which came off its hinges and fell to the curb, and walked through the coffee shop’s entrance. The smell of mediocre coffee infiltrated his nostrils, and Ryan Hollins experienced a sense of wonder. I’m in the mood for something different, thought Ryan Hollins. He then flagged down a pretty barista with auburn hair pulled back in a bun and asked for a grandé house blend, assuming she would know that he meant he wanted a venti iced latté. Ryan Hollins did this all the time, forgetting that in order to express an idea, one needs to use words that correspond to that idea. Ryan Hollins sometimes did not understand the fundamental concept of language, is what I mean.

After a few minutes, the barista motioned Ryan Hollins to the counter and handed him a cup of coffee. She put it, literally, like, right in the palm of his hand, allowing Ryan Hollins sufficient time to wrap the pads of his fingers around the coffee cup, so as to prevent it from falling to the floor. The moment the barista let go of the coffee cup, it exploded. It exploded in a way that a coffee cup should not explode. Coffee is a liquid, and the cup was made of cardboard. Neither of those things are fire.

(Maybe this was one of those freak quantum physics things? Like how, if you stand against a wall for trillions and trillions of years, the atoms will, um, do something weird, and you will pass through the wall? I didn’t really pay attention in my high school physics class, but I think that’s a thing? Whatever, I’m just a guy narrating a very true story about human anomaly Ryan Hollins, not Carl Sagan.)

Anyway, Ryan Hollins somehow made a coffee cup explode just by touching it. The heat from the explosion shot upward like a bottle rocket, burning through the plaster ceiling tiles and melting the electrical wiring. The Wynton Marsalis album that had been playing in the background immediately ceased, and yellow flames danced on the ceiling like a marionette artist’s hands. Ryan Hollins had started an electrical fire.

As he stood outside the blazing Starbucks, apologizing profusely to the small, frightened crowd of college students, old ladies, and wannabe novelists, Ryan Hollins felt his phone vibrate in his shirt pocket. He pulled out his phone with cat-like reflexes, not even dropping it on the pavement and cracking its screen, and read a short message from his boss, Chris Grant: We’ve decided to cut you. Sorry, buddy.

Aw man, Ryan Hollins thought to himself, I was just getting good at flagrant fouling.

And then his phone turned into a zebra and kicked him in the face.

http://www.cavstheblog.com/?p=8998

:chuckles:
 
I bet Hollins was one of the guys who never learned the playbook in two years. He's been terrible for the most part. He had his moments, but he's way to inconsistent and a terrible rebounder. No reason to keep him. Very curious to see if we fill the spot or if we just wanted the flexibility to add someone should they become available.
 
Welp, the starting introductions are now going to suck. All the starters won't have anyone to jump into before the game. Good Job Grant! :mad:
 

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