Reacting to a sharp knock on my door, I reluctantly get up from my highlights chair and walk to my front door. Upon opening it, I don’t see any visitors, but I do see a wrapped basket sitting at my feet. Confused, I pick it up and take it inside and set it on my kitchen table.
Aware of the fact that many NBA players have attempted to injure, maim, or even kill me in the past, I am cautious when removing the wrapping, but all I find is an innocent basket of homemade chocolate chip cookies. This perplexes me; I rarely do anything so good in my life that I would deserve to receive cookies as a reward. A small card is nestled in among the baked goods, so I remove it, brush off the crumbs, then open it and begin to read:
“Dear DTB,
You have snubbed me many times this season, but I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you for those snubs. Please accept these delicious homemade cookies as a token of my forgiveness.
All the best,
-J. Richardson”
I stare at the card in disbelief for a moment, then bark out a single, harsh laugh. Why is this man talking about snubbing? Every potential highlight video gets careful consideration before it is either discarded or eventually created. Many factors are weighed. There is no such thing as “snubbing” in my world, only cold, calculated logic. I take the basket of cookies and dump it unceremoniously into the garbage.