HOUSTON WE HAVE A DOG

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News broke late last night that Terrence Williams would be packing his bags and leaving Newark for Houston in a minor three team trade between the Nets, Rockets, and Lakers. It should be understood that the above title is not a dig at Terrence, nor a reference to his general resemblance to a canine. It's simply the catchphrase to my favorite Tracy Morgan sketch, that also happens to demonstrate the way I feel about the Nets right now. How many young, promising players can I watch my favorite team strap rockets to and send off into orbit?


The news of the T-Will trade, though barely a blip on the NBA radar, saddened me greatly. I was at the Opera (no joke) and got the news when I checked twitter during second intermission. I turned to the man next to me and said with a sigh, "T-Will won't be a Net anymore." The man stared at me blankly and offered no consolation.

My excitement for Williams has historically been hopeful at best. I've drafted him to two consecutive fantasy teams, led numerous video game squads to victory on his back, and constantly hoped that he would be the breakout many had promised, capable of dragging the Nets out of the swamp and into respectability. Perhaps the real reason I've felt such a blind loyalty to Terrence is because he's the only player I've ever had any semblance of a connection with. One night this summer, T-Will must have been bored after a summer league game, and tweeted his AIM screen name, asking fans to chat with him. I jumped on this opportunity. My 4th-grade-book-report line of questioning led our conversation to go precisely as follows:

For the record, Just Wright did look wack.