The time has come to issue a mea culpa. Well, maybe not a full “mea culpa”; but at least an “ea cul.” I am nothing if not statistically minded (except maybe severely disturbed, judging by the number of industrially sized bags of Splenda I go through each week and the fact that I’m quite possibly the only man in America not only watching but riveted by Tremé), and these numbers have been screaming long enough that I can no longer ignore them (in that way they’re much like the voices in my head). So here goes: Bismack Biyombo is…something other than horrible. Like I said, I’m not fully retracting my criticism of him by any stretch, but I’ve been the Dwyane Wade foot to Biyombo’s Ramon Sessions’ groin over the years, and it’s only fair that I acknowledge his (halting, uneven, still-wish-we’d-gone-with-anyone-over-Biyombo-with-the-7th-pick-even-Jan-Vesely) progress.
The improvement has not come about because of his ballhandling skills—god, no. Biyombo still handles the ball as if it were a flaming bag of dog feces. His turnover rate has shot up to 17.6%, and I’m convinced even that’s understated. I’ve checked out the scoring on some of these plays, and I’ve noticed that more often than not I’ll see something like “Kemba Walker bad pass (turnover)” in the box score for what was a totally fine pass that Biyombo proceeded to bobble and then boot out of bounds like a drunk man would do to an annoying shih tzu.