While virtually everyone else caught up in the Jeremy Lin-Linsanity is focusing on how many more the Knicks can win in a row, if 'Melo will be able to mesh his new PG, and on Jeremy's pre-game Christian rap mixes (Google 'Lecrae' if interested), DBSF remains unwavered in his focus on and sympathy for Baron Davis. While allowing himself to heal from injury, Baron, who in all of his tweed jackets and plaid shirts looks very avuncular and professorial and kind of like a black version of James Lipton, planned to retake the starting PG role and lead the Knicks to a Lin-like winning streak (grant it, while taking quite a few more uncontested, fast break threes). But because of Lin's emergence Baron's return has garnered the anticipation of Heidi Montag's sophomore album.
Poor Baron. Consider his history. Over the last decade Baron has suffered from a bum-back and is regularly accused of shooting too much and of playing AAU-grade defense. (Grant it, he does have multiple sub-40% shooting seasons, he shoots way too much, and he plays defense every night like it's the second quarter of the All-Star game). Baron spent his entire career playing on crappy teams that--of course, to no fault of his own--usually finish the season in the position to have close to the most ping pong balls in the NBA lottery draft selection vacuum-contraption. Then last year after a career of rebuilding it looked like he had landed on a team, the Clippers, with promising young talent. And what happens?
Baron Davis gets traded to the 19-win Cleveland Cavaliers, which career-wise falls slightly below being reassigned to a "branch" that starts with the prefix 'Supermax'. Now back to the present. A week and a half ago the Knick's are 8 games below .500 and there is no evidence of anything resembling a point guard on the roster. I.E., perfect atmosphere for Baron to take 20 shots a game and make it back on defense when the mood struck him. A New York point guard blossoms, there's talk of basketball's Tebow, Floyd Mayweather and a quasi-journalist tweet something offensive about that PG and in all of the pandemonium there was no mention of Baron. C'est la vie. Jeremy Lin might lead the Knicks' to the playoffs and maybe even a championship but DBSF is confident that in no way will Lin ever be able to replace the entertainment value associated with Baron Davis pulling up for a long three on a four-on-one break. Ever.
Poor Baron. Consider his history. Over the last decade Baron has suffered from a bum-back and is regularly accused of shooting too much and of playing AAU-grade defense. (Grant it, he does have multiple sub-40% shooting seasons, he shoots way too much, and he plays defense every night like it's the second quarter of the All-Star game). Baron spent his entire career playing on crappy teams that--of course, to no fault of his own--usually finish the season in the position to have close to the most ping pong balls in the NBA lottery draft selection vacuum-contraption. Then last year after a career of rebuilding it looked like he had landed on a team, the Clippers, with promising young talent. And what happens?
Baron Davis gets traded to the 19-win Cleveland Cavaliers, which career-wise falls slightly below being reassigned to a "branch" that starts with the prefix 'Supermax'. Now back to the present. A week and a half ago the Knick's are 8 games below .500 and there is no evidence of anything resembling a point guard on the roster. I.E., perfect atmosphere for Baron to take 20 shots a game and make it back on defense when the mood struck him. A New York point guard blossoms, there's talk of basketball's Tebow, Floyd Mayweather and a quasi-journalist tweet something offensive about that PG and in all of the pandemonium there was no mention of Baron. C'est la vie. Jeremy Lin might lead the Knicks' to the playoffs and maybe even a championship but DBSF is confident that in no way will Lin ever be able to replace the entertainment value associated with Baron Davis pulling up for a long three on a four-on-one break. Ever.
BARON WILL DROP 30 AND 15 ON UR FACE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WATCH UR WORDS AND HE BUTTONS HIS PLAIDS UP TO HIS NECK
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