Watching the Magic/Lakers game last night (yes, I watched), it was hard not to accuse an (in his defense) obviously injured, beshirted Vince Carter of mailing in the first three quarters (1-for-7, I believe) and then turning it on (what, 2 three-pointers in the waning moments?) when the game was all but out of reach?
I don't know. I'm conflicted.
All I know is that part of me loved watching the gunning of the Magic (when it was working) and part of me thought that they could never win a championship when their gameplan depends on the strike of lightning.
Part of me also thought Stan Van might miss his little Hedo. Just a little.
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