Hours ago, the Indiana Pacers and the Golden State Warriors consummated a trade that included Troy Murphy, Stephen Jackson, Mike Dunleavy, Jr., Al Harrington, Ike Diogu, almost $38 million in contracts, former high lottery picks, and infamous malcontents. I couldn't care less. As my posting suggests, basketball is by far and away my favorite sport, but there it was: an empty space where my thoughts should have been.
What does this mean? Is it me or the game? Am I old or wise or neither? Do NBA groupies fight over Troy Murphy? Do Stevens and Stephens have a rivalry? If you were already rich and famous, wouldn't you go by "Ikechukwu Somtochukwu," instead of "Ike," if only to hear Bill Walton try to pronounce it? Sometimes it's the little absences that bring up the all-important questions.
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Don't forget my favorite Troy Murphy fun fact: he used to write song lyrics on his sneakers before big games at ND. By his favorite band. To get him pumped up. The Bare Naked Ladies.
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