Here I was thinking that Nate McMillan had some sort of sinister personal vendetta against Rodney Stuckey which resulted in Stuckey not playing for ten straight games. The reason for the the missed games is actually not as nefarious, as it turns out: Stuckey was simply injured. He hurt his leg or something. He wasn’t being targeted for possessing materials damaging to McMillan’s professional career, or for helping orchestrate a locker-room rebellion with the goal of sacrificing Al Jefferson Maya-style on a stone altar, or for running a drug-smuggling ring out of the arena basement, or anything cool like that.
So there go my conspiracy theories. They were so much fun too. Now Stuckey is back from injury and he’ll probably score eight points per game in eighteen minutes off the bench for this Pacers team that certainly doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure Stuckey has always been that type of player: the type of player that doesn’t get you anywhere.
That was unexpectedly profound. Time for a hot pocket.