That's my boy
I don't really follow the EBC, since pretty much every detail out of there threatens to set my hoops/hip-hop/city fixated mind reeling for days on end. But this little anecdote is almost too good to be true. Arenas really is the Iverson of weird (as distinct from the weird Iverson, which he also might prove to be).
Not saying that the Rucker is basketball gangland, but only someone as spacey as Arenas would arbitrarily decide to switch teams in what, after all, is called street ball for some reason. Or there's the other angle, which is that he simply forgot that he'd promised two of his better-known running buddies that he'd go for bragging rights with them this summer. Because you know Arenas wasn't planning to pull a Kobe and just show up for an afternoon of cred-establishing highlights.
Still not sure how enthusiastic to be about the Kwame signing, if only because the expectations are so cautious. I still think he has star potential (plenty of GM's agree with me), but on a team that wants to win, Phil might just focus on getting him to perform solidly in the post. But whatever; if he finds his rhythm, he'll make an impact. He's still got a whole career ahead of him to aspire to more than mere Joe Smith-dom.
Oh, and for me, this summer's biggest basketball side-plot is remembering that the Nets didn't draft Warrick.