Thursday, December 25, 2008

In the End

In light of Steve Francis being shuttled off to Memphis for maybe a future second rounder and a 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, I've come to the realization that if there ever was an NBA player that was "so Linkin Park," it's The Franchise himself. Initially widly popular. Flashy. Exposed as being formulaic, easily imitable. Superficial success confused for dynamic talent. Easily dressed up in a remix, but still surprisingly empty in substance. "Really speaks" to those between the ages of 12 and 15. Frustrated by lack of growth, the comeback/reinvention was inevitable, but by that point, we really don't want to hear it.

So maybe it's surprisingly fitting that in the end of Francis' career, he finds himself back with the Grizzlies, the very same franchise that he punked in the draft oh so long ago. One thing that the holiday season does for you is put things in perspective. People get in the spirit of giving, whether it's a warm bed, a nice meal, a toy, or a past-his-prime, semi-washed-up point guard. You realize just how damn cold it is, just how fortunate you are, and a lot of other things that you take for granted. Maybe this time around, rather than be a dick and reject the Grizzlies out of hand, Steve Francis just might find a place with this team. You have to worry, though: between Steve Francis and Darius Miles, just what kind of culture is being constructed in Memphis? Both decently talented players largely renowned for being phenomenal wastes of talent. Both at positions that seem to be filled. Both considered, at some point or another in their careers, to be bane for the locker room. We'll have to wait and see, and I certainly hope for the best, but deep down we all know that this is just Minutes to Midnight...right?

EDIT: Seems as though the odds are in favor of Francis never seeing the court, and possibly being bought out. LAME.

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