As We Proceed to Give You What You Need

"New Yorkers." The one on the right makes self-serving **** too often.If you can reach deep into the recesses of your memory, you might recall that last week, I did an early dance on the Cavaliers' grave, called them underdogs--still not sure if it was a complement or an insult, I just know I am glad they lost--and then went off on a few Magic tangents. One of them was about my fondness for Mickael Pietrus, a player whose appeal has always been twofold: First, he's usually appeared like a man out of place, without a defined role, and even a true cultural niche. Second, and because of the first, he's seemed like a sad figure.Originally, I knew little about Pietrus, but that sparse collection of information made some weird, lasting impression. Before he was drafted, I had read an article about Pietrus's expected stardom in the NBA because he was a great athlete and possessed an assertive, cocksure demeanor. Obviously, things haven't worked out that way. D...