Silly you.
You thought you were brought into this organization to be a Shaq-stopper, or at least a Shaq-slower-downer. Ha! Did you have to get up off the bench every once in awhile because your ass was falling asleep? Did your eyes get tired watching Shaq completely dominate whoever was trying to guard him and throw down dunk after dunk? Did you even bother stretching before the game? Did you actually wear your uniform under those warmups? Do you even know what number you are? Funny, we all thought that you'd get more playing time when we got to the Heat, and I'm sure you did too. But it turns out that basketball minds infinitely more intelligent than ours decided that a non free-throw hitting Ben Wallace with dead legs, an Antonio McDyess with a fucked up wrist, and an apathetic Rasheed Wallace with a gimpy ankle could do a better job than you, despite the fact that you were no doubt more fresh, and no doubt more hungry. Maybe you were doomed because you once played for the Pacers? Maybe you accidentally pissed on Joe D's shoe in the bathroom? Who knows.
Sorry man, but have fun with your offseason workouts. And good luck trying to find some motivation to get on the weight bench.
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