The Indiana Pacers need a point guard, badly. Their lack of a compelling playmaker wasn’t the reason Indiana lost in the first round to the Chicago Bulls in the first round of the playoffs last season (which was around 197 years ago, if memory serves), but an All-Star level point man would not have hurt.
The New Jersey Nets? They could use an MVP-level center who dominates games defensively while still dropping 20 or more points per game. What team couldn’t use that?
The Boston Celtics? They’d like the finest point guard of their particular generation. Or even the last generation, the generation that tends to populate Boston’s roster.
So if everyone can get what they want, as we attempt to cross the threshold between the ratification of the new collective bargaining agreement and the start of the way-too-late “offseason” on December 9th, why do all these trade ruminations sound completely and utterly awful?
Is the pessimism (and, let’s face it, misanthropy and disgust) from the lockout carrying over into what is supposed to be the NBA’s silly season? Aren’t we just supposed to sit back and laugh as teams trade and sign themselves into oblivion?
Ball Don’t Lie