Faith is the ultimate weapon
In the interest of this Great FreeDarko Awakening I'm currently trying to foment, here's something to munch on. This is in a paper that, at least technically, is a big one in a major city; I'm hardly about to get behind The Washington Times as an entity, but when this column is being pressed up by the thousands, there must be something in the air. Credit due to The Big Lead for making me notice it.
This is one of the numerous occasions on which I have refrained from using a photo that involved a monkey, since the danger it posed to international race relations was far too dire. Know then, that there is an image quite similar to what follows that has a funny chimp in it, and I would have posted it in an instant had it not left me open to accusations of calling Arenas a monkey. Such is my concern for the ultimate fate of this planet's communal welfare.
. . . but when this column is being pressed up by the thousands, there must be something in the air.
Despair not, the bone-smushing treatises will return soon enough. Consider this our one-day freak out, transition into off-season, vacation, whatever.
Actually, before the deluge, let me clarify what this post is all about. I've grudgingly admitted that Wade is the best we've got in this league. I would, however, rather inhabit a realm where there exist some wacky criteria by which one could at least make an argument for Arenas, even if it requires burning up every once of credibility and running through a lifetime's worth of faith's fuel. I don't know how I feel about appealing to an elemental basketball argument, but there is certainly room to invoke FreeDarko's trademark subjective/objective split. As a subjective force, beheld by subjective minds, Arenas could very well have an advantage over Wade. What that counts for is beyond me, though I hope that some day, a paradise will dawn in which these efforts will be proven to have been anything but futile.