It's no secret that I don't particularly enjoy Mr. McGrady. I guess I just hate those guys that are too big for their britches. Plus, I hate that we have to put up with the "Tracy McGrady hasn't made it out of the first round of the playoffs ever- Will he do it this year?" storyline. It's like the Ben Olson/UCLA story: It's getting old.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the Jazz will be the ones to dash his hopes again this year, but it still bugs me how McGrady gets all the press.
Last night's game, though, revealed so much more about McGrady to hate. Tracy McGrady had 20 points last night, with zero coming in the fourth quarter. ZERO.
He also grabbed bench with about 2 minutes left to play in the game, giving up on his team all together.
Talk about a guy with no heart. If I was a Rockets fan I'd be ticked off. What happened to the superstar? Why did he disappear when his team needed him most? The answer is because these prima donna superstar guys are all the same. If they don't get whatever they want whenever they want it, they pout, they whine and they go home. The league is full of them, but Tracy McGrady is hands down the number one poster child for whiny, spoiled little babies in the NBA.
"The Spoiled Child," by Jean-Baptiste Greuze
Fortunately for us Jazz fans, workhorses like Matt Harpring, Ronnie Brewer, Paul Millsap, Deron Williams and Carlos Boozer don't bring a lot of headcase baggage with them when they report to camp each fall. It feels good to be a Jazz fan.
By the way: Jazz in 5.