On David Robinson

It would seem to smack in the face of someone's well-earned, championship, Hall of Fame legacy to try and attempt a career-defining column on the subject that deals almost entirely with how the Hall of Famer in question was unlucky to miss out on the prevailing sense of martyrdom that we tend to associate with current NBA stars in the over-exposed, internet age. It seems a smack in the face of all tenets of responsible journalism and storytelling to start off a column with a ridiculous lede like that, but considering what else that's been churned out this week; I figure I have a pass. At least until Monday. David Robinson never got a break, literally and figuratively, until he broke his foot. He never got a team, either, until he was on the down side of his career. And then, not only did he get a team, but he got a teammate that was better than him. By that teammate's second season, it was enough to lead his team to the championship. With Robinson as a clear second-fiddl...