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Thats almost not a joke. Please review the complete trade below:
- Lakers get: Dwight Howard, Earl Clark, Chirs Duhon.
- Magic get: Aaron Affalo, Al Harrington, Moe Harkless, Nikola Vucevic, a PROTECTED 1st round pick from the 76ers, Lakers, and Nuggets.
- 76ers get: Andrew Bynum and Jason Richardson
- Nuggets get: Andre Igoudala
Seriously, Houston was willing take on Hedo and J Richardson and send back cap space, draft picks and Kevin Martin. Maybe I'm high, but Kevin Martin is better than Aaron Affalo.
Also, J Rich's contract shouldn't have been the mandetory move. He has 3 years and a shade over 18 remaining. Thats 6 million a season for a starting 2 guard (thats basically what Portland is paying for Wes Mathews right now). The man can still offer something productive. Orlando should never have made a move unless it involved Hedo's, who has 2 years at 23 million left. His contract is basically a dick punch whose sting won't fade for another two years.
I get it. You trade the guy who doesn't move like a mummy. This trade can be summed up in one more (coherent) point: Orlando traded the best center in the league in a four team trade that involved the 2nd best center in the league and another guy who is one of the best defensive perimeter players in the league and is currently playing for our American Olympic team. The Magic didn't recieve either of those players.
Yippy for draft picks that won't sniff the lottery (and if they do, perhaps if Bynums knee blows up like a gernade and Philly bottoms out- THAT PICK IS PROTECTED so it better not be too good of a pick).
Well done Orlando.
In other news, how awesome would it have been to be a fly on Steve Nash's wall this morning? He probably woke up about 6 am to the wonderful sound of the ocean flowing up to his rented condo in Malibu. Decided to let the aspiring actress/waitress/yoga instructor who was occupying the other half of his bed sleep longer, and go for a private jog by himself around the coast line of California's rich and famous.
When he gets back, he continues his morning ritual and busts out an hour of intense, mind freeing Yoga. This is how he keeps his back and mind healthy. He grabs a shot of wheat grass and throws it down the hatch while once again thinking about how life is smiling on him while staring at the ocean. Life is perfect, he thinks.
Its at this moment, he becomes content with any trepidations he has with playing with the moody Andrew Bynum and the homecidal Kobe Bryant. I can make this work, he confidently reminds himself.
At that moment, he is joined by the Yoga instructor who looks like Rebecca Romain 15 years ago. She is naked except for Nash's prized Wayne Gretzky Oilers Jersey. He is annoyed at her. She is not only wearing his favorite jersey, but she is holding his blackberry.
"What are you doing?" Nash asks, confused to why she thought she had permission to help herself to his phone.
"Um, some guy named Kobe just called like 10 times." she starts, Steve could tell she wasn't aware that she was talking about Kobe Bryant. "He kept screaming about a bunch of bad words, something dirty Austrillians and..." she paused. "Something about buying a D-12. Or you guys sharing a D-12?Is that a new car?"
A rush of excitment and adrenaline over took his body. He jumped up and fist pumped like the end of a bad 80's sitcom. His new team had just replaced Andrew Bynum with Dwight Howard. IN the matter of 35 days he went from playing with guys named Gortat, Lopez and Dudley to guys named Bryant, Gasol and Howard. Move over, Iron Man, I'm now the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
From that moment on, the rest of Steve Nash's day was a blur of experimental sexual positions, thought of his defensive mistakes being errased, and wheat grass shots.
And anal. Lots and lots of anal.
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