There is very little I can say about Gerald Wallace that has not already been said. He plays by passion, which helps him overcome any noticeable offensive talent. At 6'7" he is undersized for a power forward and a little too slow for the small forward position, but some how he manages every night to defend both. When I watched him in a Bobcats uniform he liked to set himself up on the wing, but was never an easy guy to set plays for (his three-point shooting is abysmal), but he was always one to make shit happen. He hardly played in Sacramento to begin his season then was later asked to be the franchise player for Charlotte, neither which role he was naturally fit for. Earlier this year, after almost ten years in the NBA, Crash was traded to Portland; a city and a team that fits everything that is Gerald Wallace. Trailblazers fans cares about their team, and show up every game to prove it (the antithesis of what Crash saw in Charlotte). What’s best is Wallace is now in a position to play a significant role without being a franchise player (which he has never been). This year I’ll be in the Blazers’ corner for the playoffs because Gerald Wallace single-handedly put the Bobcats on his back for so many years.
The Fadeaway
A strange journey through the sports mind of Matthew Kreisher.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Goodbye Darko
For the few people who read this site, please read the final post on Free Darko. I contributed somewhere halfway down the post along with a lot of other writers who are far more talented than me. You will not hate yourself afterwards.
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