Baron Davis Makes Leap into Overrated Class

So it seems we have next years MVP, crown him now, Charlotte/New Orleans/Oklahoma/Las Vegas/Seattle/Kansas City castoff: Baron Davis. At that would be the case if things keep going the way they are, fresh off his team's manhandling of this year's MVP and his team of Averites.

Now before you go “Joshua Downs” and start gulping the dark blue and orange colored Kool-Aid, think about this: Isn’t this whole situation so eerily similar to how ballyhooed we made Dirk last year before the Heat handed his German ass back to him on a Shaq-sized platter? Haven’t we learned?

Not to forget that Baron Davis is a shoot-first point guard - almost the same exact player that Stephon Marbury is, and there is nothing more the New York fans want to do than have Starbury’s in colors other than Orange and Blue. Marbury couldn’t carry the Knicks alone, neither can B-Diddy.

Forget about the fact that Baron has seemingly ignited these 8th place nobodies into playoff history, it hasn’t entirely been on B-Diddy’s oft-injured shoulders. Don’t forget about the career years from Monte Ellis and Matt 'Skelator' Barnes. Don’t forget about Stephen “I know I have a bad attitude but shut up I’ll shoot you” Jackson. Don’t forget about Al Harrington and his weird head dimples. And really don’t forget about the 7 foot tall skinny Latvian that almost totally made you Warrior fans forget that you threw a bucket of money at Adonal Foyle two seasons ago. (Who?) Most importantly, don’t forget who your coach is.

That’s right. The biggest part of this series hasn’t even been Baron Davis’s stellar play, splitting traps and hitting tough to damn near impossible jumpers. It wasn’t his teammates either. (Sorry Zarko Caparkapa)

It was good ol’ Donny Nelson, the Dallas Maverick outcast who they let go in order to give the reigns to newbie Avery Johnson.

Did we not forget that Nelson was the coach of the exact team they’re playing against for the last eight years of his coaching life? What, did you think he forgot his gameplans and Dallas playbooks down in Texas? He knows every detail of uber-star Dirk Nowitzki’s game from the turn-around fadeaways to the sky-scraping three pointers that he apparently takes way too much of. He knows the types of players Devin Harris and Josh Howard are… HE DRAFTED THEM. The only thing he didn’t know was the Erick Dampier could actually be useful, but hey, who did?

So before you go crazy and start pre-ordering Warriors finals tickets, remember that this was the same team that was just 42-40, a team that up until the last day was unsure of whether they would make the playoffs at all. And their center Andris Biedrins, as bronzed as his skin is, is still just 21. And so is Monte Ellis, despite the widely spread rumor that he’s actually a 13 year-old AAU player with sick hops.

And although this team was fully prepared for Dallas, what’s going to happen when Tim Duncan and his bland personality and style of basketball walks into the Oracle Arena and issues a personal and not-too flashy “welcome to the playoffs” spanking?

Get back to when they beat San Antonio. Because then maybe I too will be drinking some of the Kool-Aid. Oh Yeahhhhh!!!