Filed under: Magic, Suns, Warriors, Wizards, NBA Transactions, The Works
Today in The Works: getting misty about the Arenas-Richardson reunion; we offer up some purely hypothetical prop bets; and we cook up a blockbuster about the blockbuster.. But first, what this weekend's deal means for Steve Nash.
Nice Guys Finish Last
The Suns-Magic-Wizards blockbuster was very nearly a feel-good trade for the ages, one where everybody came out a winner. Gilbert Arenas is free to start anew. Hedo Turkoglu goes back to the team that made him great. Vince Carter doesn't have championship expectations weighing on him. John Wall can breathe a sigh of relief and stop listening to that crazy man who plays the same position as him. Jason Richardson and the Magic were made for each other. Dwight Howard got some serious firepower for Christmas. Marcin Gortat can finally prove to everyone that he's the next Darko Milicic. Earl Clark will get traded to the Mavericks someday. Everyone got rid of contracts they didn't want.
And then there was Steve Nash, face of the Suns, everybody's best friend, the player who had the most at stake, and arguably the best affected by it. Karma obviously counts for nothing on the planet or the next, because for Nash, this deal stinks. We may have just witnessed a truly shameful nail in the coffin of one of the NBA's true storybook careers. All for a few pieces of silver. Stench, I say, STENCH!
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