Last July I mocked my crazy friend Neal in a column for suggesting that Danny Ainge would be interested in re-acquiring Antoine Walker. Last Thursday Neal called me and instructed me to promptly give him “mad props.” Here, I’m doing it, but I just have to say that in Neal’s five or so years as an imaginary NBA general manager, he has traded every player in the league at least twice. Poor guys like Jason Williams, Mark Blount and Brent Barry have been moved so much in his bizarro world that none of them have any idea where they were originally born. Not that Neal has any idea where he is most of the time, either, but that’s an issue for the good people at the Betty Ford Clinic, not me.
Back at the ranch, my point is that Walker’s return to the Fleet or the Golden Palace or, god forbid, the Derek Jeter center, was simply the most ridiculous concept one could ever dream up. Until it happened, that is.