Jeremy Tyler recently wrapped up an
engagement with the Dallas Mavericks summer league
squad. At 24, the 6'11" basketball nomad has been with 11 pro organizations and counting.
He's hoping this gig will lead to something more permanent.
Tyler was once a famous phenom, a player
who jumped the gun way too early. Not only did he skip college but his senior
year at San Diego High as well. At the time, the 17-year-old decided the best
path to the NBA was through European pro ball—it would take just a couple years to
reach that pesky minimum age requirement imposed by David Stern.
The precocious prodigy was counseled in this regard by his
father James Tyler, sneaker huckster Sonny Vaccaro, and agent Arn Tellem, then
of the Wasserman Media Group.
“This hopefully will turn out to be one of the great life
lessons for Jeremy,” Tellem said per Pete Thamel of the New York Times.
That was back in 2009 but it seems much longer ago. That was
when Tyler was being described by NBA veteran Olden Polynice as a young Hakeem
Olajuwon, and as “one of those guys who comes along once in a lifetime.”
That was when Polynice described the young protégé as being
“pimped.”
Jeremy’s plan was to go overseas and come back a star. He’d become the top overall pick in the draft, shake Stern’s hand on stage, make $200 million
over a glorious basketball career and then segue into modeling.
But the trans-continental divide didn’t quite work the way
Vaccaro had pitched it to the high school dropout. Tyler’s first team was Maccabi
Haifa in Israel where he butted heads with tough veteran players and a head
coach with no time for coddling.
The teenager was benched, disciplined and lectured. He
responded with complaints and accusations. And he played just 10 games before
quitting and returning home to San Diego.
Vaccaro was nonplussed, saying per ESPN: “It would’ve been
beautiful, utopia, if he had played and helped his team win a
championship."
Tyler’s older and wiser now, a tough, solid player who
averaged 11.8 points and 8.3 rebounds per game in Las Vegas. He has learned the
tricks of the trade during his globetrotting years. Perhaps Tellem was right,
but it wasn’t just one grand epiphany.
Back in San Diego, Tyler examined his options—no high school
diploma and no longer eligible for college ball after signing a $140,000 pro
contract. And he wouldn’t be draft legal for another full year.
But he still had Vaccaro in his corner. The godfather
of the sneaker wars hooked Tyler up with Tokyo Apache, a Japanese basketball
team that had just been purchased by a Los Angeles-based investor group led by
Evolution Capital Management.
Tyler’s dream was still alive, he’d just get made in Japan.
The new head coach of Tokyo Apache was Bob Hill, a seasoned
basketball operative from both the college and pro ranks, including the Indiana
Pacers, San Antonio Spurs and Seattle SuperSonics. Bob and his son Casey had
been working out prospects for their new venture in Dallas. It was now July,
2010, and the Hills had a reclamation project they would partner Tyler with—Robert
Swift who would ultimately become a junkie with a stocking over his head in
Gold Bar, Washington. But that hadn’t yet happened.
Swift had been another teenage cautionary tale, drafted at
18 out of Bakersfield High in California before Stern had instituted his age
limit. Like Tyler, Swift had been repped by Tellem.
By the time Tokyo Apache happened, the 7-foot Swift had
played parts of four seasons with the SuperSonics and the Oklahoma City
Thunder. He had wrecked his knee more than once, picked up some nasty habits and
scorched all his bridges. Hill had been one of Swift’s coaches in Seattle.
Things didn’t start well for either Tyler or his new mentor
in Tokyo. Swift was holed up in his downtown apartment, drinking himself into
oblivion. And Tyler, who was still not privy to certain basketball
fundamentals, was being ripped a new one at practice by Hill.
But things turned around with interventions and tough love.
Swift stopped drinking, turned 25 and began collecting double-doubles. He was
also relating well with Tyler who was now 19, and starting to figure out how the
game should be played. The universe was coming back into alignment.
“Being in Japan is amazing, especially in Tokyo,” Tyler said
per Christopher Johnson of the Times. “Everybody is so positive, my coaches, my
teammates. There are so many different things to explore here. Basketball is
taking care of itself.”
But on March 11, 2011, a massive earthquake shifted the
earth on its axis and caused a tsunami that washed out entire cities. In the
aftermath, Tokyo Apache disbanded—their L.A. investors decided it just wasn’t
worth the hassle anymore.
That was the end if basketball for Swift whose life spiraled
into heroin and minor crime sprees. But for Tyler, there was still hope—he was
finally eligible for the NBA draft.
He returned home again, convinced there was still salvation to be claimed. And to the surprise of many, the basketball exile began snaking
his way up the draft board with the gift of gab.
Per Scott Howard-Cooper of NBA.com: "In interviews with team executives,Tyler has shown himself to be more than a perceived ungrounded basketball soul wandering the globe in search of the next start, and has impressed clubs with his maturity and ability to address his image—even spinning his tangled past into a positive."
Per Scott Howard-Cooper of NBA.com: "In interviews with team executives,Tyler has shown himself to be more than a perceived ungrounded basketball soul wandering the globe in search of the next start, and has impressed clubs with his maturity and ability to address his image—even spinning his tangled past into a positive."
Just days before the draft, there were rumors that Tyler
could be a fringe lottery pick. But on the night of June 23, those hopes failed
to materialize. Perhaps there was simply too much baggage, too many missteps.
Tyler slipped out of the first round and was ultimately selected at No. 39 by
the Charlotte Bobcats and immediately traded to the Golden State Warriors for
cash.
It wasn’t exactly the dream he’d been peddled as a high
school junior, but Tyler was now in the NBA—maybe.
The 2011 lockout began a week after the draft and
lasted until December. Summer twitterdom and media opinions turned in on
themselves like dogs chasing their own tails. And when a shortened season
finally got underway, the Warriors found themselves in transition under new
head coach Mark Jackson.
It was the beginning of something good for Golden State but
it was still a choppy ride—Stephen Curry played just 26 games with ankle issues
and the team wound up going 23-43.
As for Tyler, he played 42 games with the Warriors, starting
23 of them but averaging only 13.5 minutes per game. His stat line of 4.9
points and 3.3 rebounds during his rookie season still remains his high water mark in
the NBA. He was also assigned to the Dakota Wizards in the D-League on multiple
occasions.
Despite the low numbers, Tyler was improving. His starts
came toward the end of the season on a team decimated by injuries. In the last
game of his rookie campaign, he played 44 minutes and delivered a career-high
16 points, plus nine boards.
The team even put together a brief “swagger and power” clip
of the rookie’s highlights.
But the following season Tyler only averaged 1.1 point over
20 games for Golden State, along with more D-League assignments—the Wizards had
by now moved west and become the Santa Cruz Warriors. And more changes were still in
store.
Right before the February deadline, Tyler was traded to the
Atlanta Hawks for future draft considerations. It was nothing more than a cost-cutting move—owners Joe
Lacob and Peter Guber wanted to get under the luxury tax ceiling. And whatever
portion was left of Tyler’s second round minimum rookie contract, was enough to
do the trick.
The onetime high school sensation played exactly one game in
Atlanta before getting waived. Tyler was becoming a nonstory.
He appeared with the New York Knicks summer league team in 2013 and was signed in the fall before suffering a stress foot fracture that
required surgery. He was subsequently cut to make room for J.R. Smith’s brother
and signed by the Knick’s D-League affiliate, the Erie Bayhawks.
Tyler was brought back in late December by New York, playing 41 games for a team that had reached its nadir, featuring the endless death march of head coach Mike Woodson.
Zen master Phil Jackson took over basketball operations in
March. Tyler was excited about new opportunities. He studied up on the
Triangle offense, feeling that its inside-out nature could benefit his game. He
listened in April as Jackson addressed his players in an impromptu group
meeting. And when summer arrived and Derek Fisher was hired, Tyler praised the
new coach’s leadership.
“Everyone is following his plan,” Tyler said of Fisher
during summer league in July. “Everybody respects his system of the Triangle.
Even off the court I’ve been replaying different sets in my mind.”
But Tyler was traded to the Sacramento Kings a month later
and immediately waived. He managed a training camp invite with the Los Angeles
Lakers who were coming off a train wreck season and about to embark upon one
that would be even worse. Tyler lasted three preseason games before getting the
axe.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million
eyes, they call me on and on across the universe.
The NBA washout did what anyone still chasing the dream would
do—he headed to the People’s Republic of China. And there in an ancient
mountainous province, he played basketball for Shanxi Zhongyu and a roster
of Chinese nationals…plus Von Wafer.
Tyler was a star in Asia once again. He was living in
the large industrial city of Taiyuan and took in the outlying sights—massive
crumbling Buddhist statues and cliff-hanging temples. But this northern region isn't particularly suitable for tourism in the cold winter months, Mostly, Tyler practiced, played and enjoyed the hospitality of his hosts.
The Shanxi Brave Dragons finished their season by losing on
the road in the CBA quarter-finals to the Quindao DoubleStar Eagles. The game
deconstructed in its latter stages, with the tempestuous Von Wafer kneeing an
opposing player in the family jewels before tossing a chair into the stands.
Not to be outdone, Tyler got into a fight with Iranian
man-mountain Hamed Haddadi and later deigned the giant’s act of contrition—matters
escalated into a full-scale hallway rumble replete with security forces and
ongoing Brave Dragon/DoubleStar Eagle skirmishes.
Another basketball season was over.
***
During the first week of summer free agency, DeAndre Jordan fled the Los Angeles Clippers for greener pastures, feted by select
organizations before agreeing to terms with the Dallas Mavericks. Owner Mark
Cuban went all in on the endeavor, according second-choice waiting status to
Tyson Chandler who promptly signed with the Phoenix Suns.
But Jordan changed his mind after nearly a week of being a
de facto Mav, leaving Dallas conspicuously lacking at the pivot.
A couple years back, Cuban blogged about the capricious
nature of free agency and his penchant for seeing something in retread players who had failed in other organizations or systems. “I like our ability to work
with what I call 'fallen angels.'"
How can a man who has been mentored by Robert Swift, engaged
in fisticuffs with Haddadi, and failed to launch a $200 million career, not be
a fallen angel? Tyler rebelled against the Basketball Gods and was cast out
time and again. He has chased the rainbow, worked on his craft, become a father
and played in every hoops system known to mankind—all by an age at which some
prospects are just getting started.
Jeremy Tyler’s greatest sin wasn’t in listening to
influencers. It was daring to be a teenager. Sure, he made a mess of things, like
a kid with an electric guitar—just take some time and learn how to play.
But while sports is generally big on redemption stories,
there is also a coded structure—a beginning and a middle and an ending. And if
you take too much time getting to the hook, all is lost.'
Maybe Cuban will play the smart business angle, filling a hole with a minimum salary deal. And maybe a kid once bound for glory will knuckle down in Texas and finally deliver on his much-delayed promise.
Maybe Cuban will play the smart business angle, filling a hole with a minimum salary deal. And maybe a kid once bound for glory will knuckle down in Texas and finally deliver on his much-delayed promise.
But NBA training camps are still months away and
professional basketball has increasingly become a year-round globalized
business.
For Tyler, the great life lessons continue, across the
universe.
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