Dwayne Wade May Be Up In Age, But Great Gatsby's Ghost, Is That One Sweet Heat Jersey
Alright, tough to argue that my boy, Dwyane Wade, is still the same at the same level as the one that I've always rooted for. Actually, you can't argue it. 11.2 PPG isn't lighting up the lacquer exactly. Plus, you add in the team non-cohesiveness in the locker room with guys like Isaiah Thomas and the fact that D-Wade did get traded indicates a restructuring in the franchise in attempts to hold onto LeBron or (perhaps) prepare for him leaving.
There's also the report of Riley & Wade hugging it out at Henry Thomas' funeral (Wade's former agent) to mend some burnt bridges so the Cleveland leaving was most likely a mutual move on both parties accord. I like dudes who used to be dudes together hugging it out, especially a one-two-punch like Pat N' Flash. This reunion, while wonderful, won't necessarily translate to ye' olden days over onto the court exactly, but jersey sales are sure saying it's a "flashback to Flash":
Remember how just yesterday I wrote that I was a sucker for packaging? Meet exhibit B.
Marcus (my degenerate brother, who is the Danny Devito brother in this Twins blogging relationship) got me a mighty fly John Stockton jersey over the Christmas season and despite it being a youth XL, I was SWIMMING in that sonovabitch. Mark Spitz could have been doing laps around me in that thing. So what does a loving, grateful brother do?
There's nothing like eBay playing your figurative and literal Mailman to your John Stockton of online selling. And yes, $18.99 is a deal and a half for those kids who want to wear a jersey of a classic player they never got to see play live. Consider it a bridge to further basketball knowledge, future ballers of America. I take great pride and self-worth of indirectly helping the youth understand the game (and blatantly disregarding my brother's thoughtful efforts).
So, yeah guys, I'm in the market for a jersey. Let's shoot for a youth medium!
Karma. What a bitch.