Hard to believe it’s been 13 years since ‘Sheed strolled up to the NBA Draft stage, shaking hands with and likely meeting David Stern for the first time, igniting a relationship that’s been, to be polite, fucked up. Though they’ve had their share of differences over the years, the Commish clearly has respect for Wallace’s game (naming him an All-Star replacement this past season), while Rasheed probably doesn’t wanna be on this list. Despite all the talents he’s displayed over the last decade-plus, he’s never wanted to be the man.
He didn’t back in Washington as he took a back seat in the Bullets’ deep frontcourt. He didn’t in Portland where he was a 20-10 guy leading a team that would’ve copped a title if not for one of the more memorable meltdowns in playoff history. He certainly didn’t in Atlanta for the one game he spent there (anyone who wanted to rock a Hawks jersey 4 years ago had issues), and has found success in Detroit because, probably more so than any other squad in the league, it’s about the team.
Even if he’s shied away from the superstardom he doubtlessly could’ve attained through the years of purple haze and endless T’s, you can’t call ‘Sheed a wasted talent. He still brings it every night; after the title, after the six straight trips to the East Finals, after any question about his place among the league’s best big men. His temper tantrums and outspoken nature shouldn’t obscure the fact that he’s an outstanding player; a lock-down defender with a versatile offensive repertoire that extends as far as anyone’s. He’s nearing the downswing of a tumultuous career, and probably never became the beast he could’ve, but regardless of what he’ll tell you, will always belong on this list.
No comments:
Post a Comment