I arrived a bit early today and headed straight to the floor where the Charlotte Bobcats were warming up. In the lane stood an imposing grey-haired fellow, chest protruding proudly as he hurled passes in the direction of awaiting shooters. I recognized him instantly: it was Charles Oakley. He had this aura about him, as if still haughtily protecting the Garden floor. After all these years, Oak still commanded the paint, the younger men around him daring not even think to enter his space, tossing up jumpers from the safety of the perimeter. There was no layup line on this night; I’d never seen someone before so violently toss back ‘change.’ Yes, Charles Oakley was back in Houston, the site where he participated in one of the greatest bloodbaths in Finals history some seventeen years ago.
In the above clip, Tyrus Thomas makes an impassioned case for Derrick Rose as MVP. Also, D.J. Augustin enjoyed Jester dorm food and Kwame Brown does not want to talk about Michael Jordan. Enjoy.
