Note: I wrote this last week in the event that Andre Iguodala was traded. Obviously he wasn't, but I thought it'd be cool to post as is. Just think of it as the It's a Wonderful Life edition.
I still remember the day we met. The date was June 24th, 2004. I had just finished my first year of high school, and was doing my best to enjoy a job-free, worry-free summer in my hometown of Las Vegas. The only problem was, it was summertime... in Las Vegas. At the time, the only thing hotter than the 120 degree temperature was Beyonce's new hit single, Crazy in Love.
To avoid the scorching heat, my summer days normally consisted of fantasy baseball, sleeping, eating, Madden 2003, Baseball Tonight and The Best Damn Sports Show Period. This day, however; was far from normal. Twas the day of the NBA Draft.
The NBA Draft comes only once a year. It's a day of hope, of dreams -- a day even Clippers fans can enjoy.
Unlike drafts nowadays -- when you're force-fed an abundance of information by thousands of blogs, podcasts and tweets -- the 2004 draft was a relative unknown for me. I wanted the Sixers to draft either Shaun Livingston or Sebastian Telfair. Besides a few college standouts like Josh Childress and Emeka Okafor, Livingston and Telfair were the only prospects I knew anything about. And all I really knew about Telfair was that his highlight reel excited me more than Beyonce's music video.
The Raptors selected Rafael Araujo with the 8th pick and the Sixers were officially on the clock. That's when I realized Sebastian Telfair was still on the board, and I became ecstatic. Visions of crossovers and behind-the-back passes danced in my head.
Then the Sixers selected you, Andre Iguodala, from Arizona University.
Wait, what? Eeg-wha-da-who? How could the Sixers could pass up such a phenom like Sebastian Telfair? He was related to Stephon Marbury for goodness sake! It was even worse that they passed him up for you. After all, you only averaged 13 points per game for a mediocre Arizona team.
I was positive the Sixers would regret passing on Telfair for the next decade.
Blame it on my lack of knowledge, blame it on my love for 'And 1' mixtapes, blame it on my youth, blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol. Whatever the reason, I was wrong -- very wrong. Now it's obvious the Sixers made the right choice.
That was five and a half years ago, and I'll always remember it as the day our relationship began -- just like today, I'll remember as the day it all came to an end.
The Myth: I think you suck.
I don't think you suck; I just don't think you're a top-tier NBA player. There are very few top-tier NBA players and not every team is lucky enough to have one. The teams who have one are the teams competing for championships year-after-year, and I don't think a team will ever compete for a championship with you as their best player.