When I was in seminary, I was a night manager at the Dallas Mavericks’s practice facility. I don’t have many stories, but I do have a couple. I once fixed their shot clock with a butter knife. I also once tried to throw Steve Nash out of the facility during the 1998 NBA lockout. But I digress.
The point of this post is Shawn Bradley. In the years that I worked at the facility, Shawn Bradley was a player. Do you remember him? He was the 7’6″ center who was supposed to change the game. He turned out not to be the dominant player that everyone thought he would be. He was finishing his career just as Nash and Nowitzki were leading the Mavericks out of the wilderness of non-contention. Continue Reading →