Spencer “The Mulleted Manhandler” Hawes probably didn’t appreciate being traded from one ugly situation (Philadelphia) to another ugly situation (Cleveland). I’m sure he was angling for something like Houston or Miami, or at the very least Chicago. Every team has a place for a seven-footer who can shoot threes and look really dopey wearing an American-flag headband.
As they say in the biz, you can’t win them all. This is why free agency exists: so that when you stick it out on crappy teams for a few years, you get to choose a non-crappy team with which to sign, if you so desire. And, hey, it’s a better situation than his erstwhile teammate Thaddeus Young, whose will to live steadily diminishes with each passing day.
(Ed. Note: I know that Hawes no longer has a mullet, but I already gave him the nickname, so it’s too late to change it. Hopefully he grows that thing back at some point. Until then, he’s making me look like an idiot.)