When you finally conquer the top of the Mt. Olympus of the NBA, it should be a great feeling right? You are on top of everybody else, you feel superior, you feel like you are the king of the world. And it helps if it took you 13 years to get there, you finally gain the fruits of your labor, of your hard work.  You were once this mere high school kid from Illinois, being drafted 5th overall, behind Rasheed Wallace, Jerry Stackhouse, Antonio McDyess, and Joe Smith, now you finally are, a champion. Apparently tasting the glory transformed you to an ass. You were so ecstatic about winning the ring, that it drove your mind nuts, you feel like you are out of this world, and your mind has been left in Pluto ever since. See, we know you are a winner; you don’t have to shove it in our faces like we don’t know. We all had the “privilege” to watch that. Your emotional leadership transformed the big overweight high school kid into a “stud”. Your emotional leadership transformed the almost lottery pick from Kentucky into a stud. Your presence alone made your pairing with 2 never been in the finals all by themselves scorers dubbed as the BIG 3. And finally, your oh so NBA Cares antics have the once known as scrubs in the League evolve into “sthugs”. It has been eleven months of your reign, from shouting sweet nothings to BG, to sticking your chin to our bench, to cheap shotting LaMarcus Aldridge, to getting crazy with Calderon, it has been a handful of eleven months.

Now we have a bizarre chance this Saturday, of bringing you, and your team that has embarrassed the little ones, and losing teams, back to the ground. And if we do that, I hope you transform back to your nice self, even if we don’t I hope the next team does because it hasn’t been a pretty sight to see. What is pleasant would be witnessing you and your punkness, react to the end of that eleven month reign, as a winner, and as a champion, because you will need another 13 years in order to get there again.