I WROTE MY FIRST VERSE TAKING BATHS IN THE SINK!
I've been down with this hoop shit since Tim Dog was on Ron G. #10 (hold your head, Anthony Yayo!). And the young Jedi has a certain way about him. Double-Double in your second pro game. Still nice to see that Ricky Davis, despite playing with Air Magic Pistol Reloaded, is taking the time to chuck up 25 shots (including 8 from behind the arc for the Antoine Walker Shooting Academy grad. Bravo!).
There is no "Ricky" in "team." If Cleveland could find some GM with an Oxy habit to take Davis' Chuck Person Karaoke Act in return for some folding chairs and sixer of Schlitz then they could have an outside shot at the outside of the playoffs. (Are you listening Utah? I'm sure Matt Harpring and Ricky Davis would get on swimmingly)
Lose Ricky. And then you got DaJuan Wagner (once he gets his pancreas right), LeBron running tings, Darius Miles flying around and maybe flirting with a respectabe field goal percentage (be the ball!), and Carlos Boozer to do that dirty like under the bed dirty work.
Let us never forget: the East is doo-doo.