Without further ado, here are our goodbye messages and reflections:
I abstain. Still processing.
"The stars are not wanted now; put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun..."
Oh yeah, I forgot about Brandon Davies' headband.
I miss him so much.
I have no one favorite moment about Davies, I just enjoyed the combination of comic relief about him from getting kicked off the team at BYU for having sex missed dunks to the poor jump shots to the hilarious all-round ineptitude and the aura surrounding him that no matter what he did he remained a Sixer. He provided endless comedic fodder and for that he will always hold a place in my heart.
Re: Brandon Davies, I'm reminded of the old adage: " 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
There's always at least one person in every pickup game who has no business bringing the ball up the court. Someone who is more than willing to bang for rebounds in the weight room, but really shouldn't be involved in the offense other than the occasional touch inside the restricted area. That person is me. That person - in NBA form - is Brandon Davies.
"They can't fuck wit your boy, like a BYU Cougar" -- Wale, "Bad Girls Club"
My favorite Davies moment was watching Mike Levin anxiously wait in a ridiculously tiny underground corridor in the Thomas & Mack Center after the team's first game in Las Vegas this summer. When Davies finally emerged from the locker room, his face expressed legitimate confusion as to why someone would personally request to speak with him following a game he absolutely sucked in.
I loved Brandon Davies only because I've never seen anyone try so hard and accomplish so very little. Great guy, super hard worker, but he barely has an iota of basketball talent. God bless this team for holding onto him as long as they did.