Me on Friday night; Derrick Rose hurt his knee? Again!? IT'S THE OTHER ONE!? Siht, he's done.
OK, he's 1/2 done, and that makes me exceptionally sad. I very much enjoyed watching him play, and it's likely the last of the East Finals featuring Rose & Chicago vs. Lebron & Miami (or wherever LBJ is).
Earlier this morning, Derrick Rose underwent successful surgery to repair his previously torn medial meniscus in his right knee... (cont.)— Chicago Bulls (@chicagobulls) November 25, 2013
The current, and possibly future, consolation prize isn't an unwatchable one: Paul George & Indiana are now the primary must-have ECF matchup against Lebron.
The first names that popped into my mind when I realized THAT'S IT for the Rose we didn't get to see enough of were Brandon Roy, and then because of my roots, Andrew Bynum and Jeff Ruland. I only know tales of Ruland, because when he was a 22/12 All Star center in '84, I was 5. Not after that with a knee injury. When the Sixers acquired Bynum and his troubles, the Ruland comparisons were endless, and prophetic too.
More somber personal teenage recollections of mine that Rose will never be what he once was.
Penny Hardaway. He was probably the first 'next' Magic. Teamed with Shaq, Penny made the Magic the first 'cool' team to root for outside of your home team and the Bulls. A devastating knee injury in '97-'98 was the beginning (of four more of those) of the end for Hardaway.
The second 'next' Magic-but-maybe-Jordan was Grant Hill. From Wikipedia, 'After the first six seasons of his career, before his ankle injury, Hill had a total of 9,393 points, 3,417 rebounds and 2,720 assists. Oscar Robertson, Bird and LeBron James are the only three players in league history to eclipse these numbers after their first six seasons.' Numerous other leg injuries followed, including a post surgery bout with MRSA that almost killed Hill. Former All Star, long time NBA contributor, but never the legend he was supposed to be.
We got 7 rim shaking seasons of Amare Stoudemire, but microfracture surgery on his knee in 2005 was the downfall what could've been a Hall Of Fame career.
The last one that's personal to me is Larry Johnson. Coming from a UNLV quintet that made the Runnin' Rebels college basketball's most fearsome team since the Alcindor UCLA teams, LJ was the next Barkley. He was a monster scorer and rebounder his first two years. An athletic freak with his thick and bruising 6'6" 250 size. Then, like any weekend warrior, his back went out. He endured a herniated disk in his back that crippled his career. What was an easy 19 and 9 through his first five NBA years, Grandmama never got close to those statistics ever again as he completed his career as a 12 and 5 role player on the Knicks.
Further evidence, with less of a personal touch.
I'm sad about this Rose injury.
On lighter and happier note, I'm ecstatic that the persona of the Charlotte Hornets that I clung to in the 90s is coming back. Good bye (not-Bob) Cats, and hello teal!