So, I realize it took a fairly long time for this little nugget to penetrate my consciousness -- but it just dawned on me that within a week or two, no matter what happens, either Ron Artest or Nate Robinson will be a bona fide NBA Champion.
Somewhere, Ricky Davis is reminding everyone who will listen, "I used to be a Celtic too, you know."
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Friday, November 6, 2009
WWDED?
So -- Phil Jackson is the Zen Master. Fine. I accept that with no hesistation. Derek Fisher is a floor general par excellence, I give you that gladly. And Kobe Bean Bryant is possibly the most dedicated-to-domination individual the world has seen since Alexander III of Macedon, of that there can be no debate. However -- I submit the following for your consideration.
Far be it from me to question the wisdom of any NBA general manager, especially one who is coming off a championship season that oughta prove you're the best in the business -- but really, if Dork Elvis makes no serious effort to retain a player, I will trust his judgement.
- Yao Ming is generally regarded as one of the NBA's premier citizens, a guy who has a couple of billion eyes on him all the time and always seems to make good off court decisions.
- Dikembe Mutombo is a member of the World Sport Humanitarian Hall of Fame, has donated millions of dollars towards building hospitals, and his career-ending injury precipitated an outpouring of "He's one of the all-time good guys" love from NBA players and media alike.
- Shane Battier is the consummate glue-guy team player, the poster child for level-headedness, the kind of guy that makes people say things like “I thought he’d be the first black president,” Wetzel says. “He was Barack Obama before Barack Obama.”
- Rick Adelman, well, the man has got some credentials, and he has to to be considered a player's coach. Yeah, I'm sure Dennis Rodman was a handful back in the day, but I will see you Rodman and raise you a Latrell Sprewell.
Far be it from me to question the wisdom of any NBA general manager, especially one who is coming off a championship season that oughta prove you're the best in the business -- but really, if Dork Elvis makes no serious effort to retain a player, I will trust his judgement.
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