Let’s be honest here. Nobody knows who Garrett Temple is. I don’t, you don’t, nobody does. So when his disheveled form stumbled drunkenly into the Wizards front office, the receptionist almost kicked him out.
“Lady please, I need a job. Any job. I’m six-foot-six, I can play either guard position, and I have a workable pull-up jumper. Please lady. Give poor old Garrett a chance. You can call the Spurs if you want. That’s my reference. Miss, I haven’t eaten in so long…I’m so hungry…”
Now here we are. Garrett Temple played 34 minutes in a surprise win over the Magic (a surprise because you never really expect the Wizards to win any game of basketball), shooting six-of-eight from the field and assisting the orange six times. He looked a lot like another barely-in-the-league scrub called Shaun Livingston. As far as I can tell, the only difference between Temple and Livingston is that Temple doesn’t have ticking timebombs for knees.