Where Sad Happens

Strange and sad times in the NBA of late. First the news that former Knick Anthony Mason suffered a heart attack a couple of weeks ago. According to his son per ESPN, Mason is doing well following surgery. This is good news. He’s only 48, far too soon to leave. Get well, Mase.

Then the shocking and sad news that Jerome Kersey passed away on February 18th from complications due to a blood clot that traveled to his lungs. So when Chris Bosh was hospitalized with blood clots following the All Star Weekend, alarm bells were raised. Reports suggest that Bosh is doing well and will be released from hospital any day now. Encouraging news.

Sometimes things happen that put life into perspective. What is important, what is really worth worrying about.

Derrick Rose is out again, torn meniscus and another surgery. I really feel for this dude. He plays his heart out on the floor, he gives his team and city everything. I really hope he can come back and continue to play. I hope he isn’t Brandon Roy 2.0, here’s hoping he can shrug it off like Russell Westbrook seemingly has.

And Larry Sanders. I admire this guy, I really do. Say all you want about the pampered, millionaire athlete whining about how difficult it is to juggle lots of money, adulation from fans and attractive women wanting to fuck you, at the heart of this is a guy that showed tremendous strength of character and courage by admitting that he needed to step away from the game and try to fix himself from the inside out. Very commendable. Sanders wants to explore his true purpose in life. He is the antithesis to a guy like, say, Andrew Bynum: a spoiled asshole who has made it clear that he couldn’t give a shit about the game and just wants to get paid.