Posted by: Jonathan Noel on November 17th, 2010The author's views are entirely his or her own and may not reflect the views of the Utah Jazz.
I am an idiot.
I have no problem admitting it. In fact, my idiocy self-awareness is probably one of my more redeemable qualities. (There is nothing worse than an idiot who doesn’t know he’s an idiot.) But don’t you worry about me; I have gotten along just fine being the moron that I am. I have a college education, a career, a beautiful wife and I even somehow managed to have 2 children. (I’m not THAT big of an idiot, ifyouknowwhatImean.)
Today I will validate my idiocy to save you the time of making the judgement for yourself. I will do so with the following admission: (deep breath) Over the summer I was in favor of the rumored Andrei Kirilenko for Boris Diaw trade. There I said it.
“What an idiot!” your’re surely thinking. Yes. Yes, I am.
But at least let me justify my rationale at the time. Andrei is expensive. Like really expensive. Like, you know those super expensive jeans everybody wears now-a-days with the really thick stitching and the fancy pockets that are all sticky-outy and tight and I don’t even know what the brand is because I get my jeans at Costco? Like that kind of expensive. Sadly, the unfortunate reality of today’s NBA is that us fans have to care about how much players gets paid and how it affects the salary cap. It’s really too bad.
But even more so, I think my favoritism of the deal hinged on an irrational desire simply for something different. It’s like if every time you go to your favorite Mexican restaurant and you get the Chimichanga. I mean every time you go there. (And you go there a lot.) Eventually, even though you love that Chimi (with the sour cream, and melty cheese and that awesome green sauce) you start to want something else just for the sake of change.
Plus, you realize that the Chimi is way overpriced.
Next thing you know you are ordering a tostada. It’s cheaper and is kind of, maybe, close enough to the Chimi that you think you won’t really notice the difference. Of course, when the bland tostada shows up you regret that you didn’t go with the old stand-by Chimichanga that you know you love.
(In case you are an idiot like me and didn’t follow that comparison, Andrei is the delicious Chimichanga and Boris Diaw is the tostado, except he would really be more like a Croissant roll stuffed with cream cheese, wrapped in a thick piece of bacon and deep fried in apathy.)
As I have watched this young Jazz season unfold, I have been grateful for all of the Chimichangas in my life. Even though Andrei is still overpriced (and still suffers from the occasional mental lapse *cough* Thunder game *cough*) I appreciate him and am glad he stayed.
But I am still an idiot.
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