Imagine going through Christmas after the trade,knowing you might be next.With thoughts like when will it happen,what team it will be ,gotta sell house,kids will not want to leave school ,dam i like this town.I'm scoring double figures,i'm in prime.i'm athletic and stable ,do my job and they throw 3 new guys in that don't even know our names,don't know the plays and get me the ball late.While sitting on bench thoughts like i'm better ,hope they screw up bad and we lose,That guy is over the hill,that gut can't shoot ,that guy is getting pushed all over the place.Now i gotta watch a rondo tribute,i won't get one -i wonder when, to where ,crap gotta sell the house ,the kids will hate me ,my wife will hate me -darn i missed that shot -idiot didn't get me the ball on time again.Old bald guys,skinny guys ,non shooters,dreds,long haired white guys that can't jump-i gotta get out of here, this is a zoo-crap i gotta sell the house- looks like no sex again for a month