If you don't love Allen Iverson you're either an idiot, know nothing about basketball, or both. This is a non-negotiable edict. I don't care if you think he's a thug, a malcontent, a coach-killer. That you hate hip-hop, tattoos and corn-rows shouldn't matter. When I think of AI, the first thing I usually think of (well, the second after smiling at the thought that he is my 80-something gramma's favorite player and has been since he entered the league) is Rod Tidwell in Jerry Maguire:
No heart? I'm all heart motherf*****!
Despite this, he is (or at least was, paging Mr. Artest and/or Mr. Anthony) the poster child for the NBA's "image problem". Which makes it a certain kind of perfect that he is apparently being traded
to the Denver Nuggets.
The real villain is not Allen Iverson, it's
Pat Riley.
If there is any justice in this world, the Nuggets and Suns will meet in the playoffs.
3 comments:
Pooh,
Thank you for allowing an opinion on AI to not be an either or situation. It is possible to love Iverson AND think he's a thug. To respect him and not really like him at the same time. This is the category I fall into.
You forgot to mention one of my favorite things about Iverson. His mother. I love it when she calls her son "AI." I only wish I had a nickname that my own mother could use when referring to me when addressing the media.
I only wish I had a nickname that my own mother could use when referring to me when addressing the media.
Should my father ever have cause to discuss me in the media, the odds of him referring to me as "Pooh" are about 3-2 in favor...
I'm not an AI fan, can take him or leave him. But I do respect his game. He's all heart. Unlike another player that I can't stand (J Kidd), but respect his game.
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