MAGIC JOHNSON WAS a genius basketball player. He ran the point, buried outside shots, involved his teammates, made baby sky hooks.
(He also played center on one memorable,
title-clinching night in 1980 against the
Sixers, but, well, you probably know that.)
We bring up Magic because when we see
the Suns' Steve Nash, we see similar genius
in a different package.
Nash is only 6-3; Magic was 6-9. Nash cleverly dribbles, stutter-steps, penetrates, dishes and makes everything look so choreographed. When that doesn't work, he steps back and drills threes.
Yesterday, Nash had 23
assists - one short of the NBA playoff record - in the Suns' 113-100 win over the Lakers.
This isn't meant to compare Magic and Nash. It's meant to celebrate their excellence. Magic was the greatest. Nash is a delight to watch.
In the time it took the first round of the NFL draft to end on Saturday, you could have gotten on a plane in Philadelphia, flown to Los Angeles, rented a jazzy, foreign car and driven halfway
to Malibu, via the Pacific Coast Highway.
That's if you had a life, a well-heeled life,
admittedly. If not, you could have spent the 6 hours, 8 minutes glued to the television
waiting for the first round to be completed. Not the entire draft, just the 32-pick first round.
The most fascinating aspect of the draft to us, by far, is that Andy Reid felt compelled to make a "not to worry" call to his leader and quarterback Donovan McNabb after the Eagles drafted a quarterback with their first pick.
We're curious: Did Reid make a similar call to safety Brian Dawkins after the Eagles
selected safety C.J. Gaddis? *
- Chuck Bausman