Top 50: Steve Nash, no. 22

by Sherman Johnson Steve Nash is my dude. But he wasn’t always one of my favorite favorites until I saw him play soccer in Chinatown last summer. It was August 2008, Wednesday or Thursday, I can’t recall. An Argentinean homie sent me an e-mail saying that his soccer team (amateurs from the United Nations) was playing just for fun against some Italians from the national team. He invited me to join them since soccer is one of my favorite things outside of basketball. I was geeked, especially when I saw the ps at the bottom of his note: “Hey, by the way, I think Steve Nash will be playing with them…do you know him, German, the one who plays for NBA?” Personally, I didn’t give an ish about the Italians. The only reason I cut out of the office in the middle of my workday was to get a look at Nash who I’d heard was just as good on the pitch than he is on the hardwood which I thought was ridiculous since he commits more of his time to focus on basketball. It was raining like HE...