Darko, Fran Vazquez and Mario Kasun Walk Into A Bar...
Cloak and dagger ops shy him off to Orlando for a draft pick and a bucket of bolts. We're not fit for a well-formed reaction yet, so if you came here looking for insight grab yourself a Guarana and watch the ESPN theatrics. You'll need the buzz to get through the stupor.
Last night, I sat courtside at Magic vs. Heat. My FreeDarko tee was worn slyly underneath my mod/argyle sweater. Tempatures be dipping in Miami lately. I know I should have repped it harder. But something just didn't feel right. (Part of me didn't want to become Shaq's latest snack.)
A missed opportunity. Our vision could have been publicized on the eve of the first toss-up of Darko's career. Nevermind that Orlando unis are tacky and are our shirts are newly vintage.
Fear is that Orlando is his new purgatory. Other noble warriors have gone to the land of the Mouse only to die in anonymity.
None have penetrated the Curse of the Diesel, save for the fleeting brilliance of Derek Armstrong.
Will this take away the spotlight? Still all eyez on me or Kwame's shadow?
Ironic how our fate echoes his. Save your laughs Daily Quickie. This changes nothing.