Baron Davis was one of my favorite players. His career ended yesterday in the nastiest of ways. I won’t post the video here. If you haven’t seen it, just trust me–it was gruesome.
I liked Baron for the same reason I like the NBA lottery: he was the ultimate tease. You knew you were seeing high-level talent, but you never knew if it was going to come together so that he’d achieve his full potential. Like most lottery picks, Baron didn’t end up meeting the expectations people had for him. He didn’t always play hard, he was frequently overweight, his shot selection was terrible, and he missed a lot of games. But you knew when the lights shined brightest, Boom Dizzle could hang with the best and be a difference-maker. There aren’t that many guys with his enigmatic swagger and who are as likable as Baron was despite all of his unlikable qualities. He’s a once-in-a-generation point guard of the rarest type–a forgettable one.
That said, I know I’m gonna miss Baron Davis.
Punch-Drunk Wolves 