Sacramento is a city on the upswing. Money is pouring in to make California’s Capitol a big time player in politics, tech, art, education, etc. We are trying to become a destination rather than departing juncture. But in the midst of the expansion comes gentrification, and Sacramento’s homeless epidemic is a real hot-button issue in the area. From 2015 to 2017, the transient population in Sacramento rose 30%.
And after last night’s game against the Utah Jazz, the city has another bum to add to the list: Justin Jackson.
Here’s a screenshot that just begins to scratch the surface Jackson’s impact last night:
That is some ripe garbage! Jackson, who had one good year shooting on a stacked national title team, came into the league marketed as an NBA ready catch and shoot threat. But in his time with the Kings, he’s reverted back to a trash baby shooter who possesses none of the athleticism needed to be a complete wing. And despite shooting just 30% from deep last season, Jackson took four attempts from beyond the arc last night. He missed them all.
But the frustration with Jackson is more than just his poop offense and poop defense. It’s the fact that the Kings were actually in a position to beat Utah last night and, for some reason, kept riding the Jackson Junction. With five minutes left to go in the third, old Blue Balls checked into a 78-78 ballgame. Inexplicably, he played the remainder of the game, which ended 123-117 for the Jazz.
Here’s Jackson playing soft on the break:
And here’s Jackson screwing up an easy two points that led to a four point swing:
Love the sound clip from Grant Napear here:
“Jackson…JACKSON! OH MY GOODNESS! Almost a disaster!”
No Grant, it was a disaster. Justin Jackson is a disaster.
When asked for comment on why Justin Jackson played 17 straight minutes against the best defense in the league despite being a terrible player, Kings coach Dave Joerger offered this insight:
Over half of Jackson’s minutes came at the four, including a stretch in the 4th when the 6’8, 200 pound Jackson was guarding Derrick Favors, a 6’10, 260 pound beast. But can you really blame Dave for that? After all, we are in the era of Positionless Basketball©. Hopefully Jackson’s next position will be on the bench. At Discovery Park. With the other bums.