Kevin Garnett can help any number of teams win a championship, but in Boston he is treated like Danny Ainge's used T-paper.
Just because you score 25,000 points doesn't mean you will have any more respect among the Boston social media.
Late in life Garnett discovered he carried the Celtic gene, and now he wants to live and die his last days as a player in a state of Kermit Frog.
KG can tell everyone that he bleeds green, but basketball thrives on green sawbucks-and you're only as good as the contract you have left.
In a game where the last man standing is not the one with the last laugh, Kevin Garnett has reversed the clock timetable. He grows younger over two years, and he has all the respect given to a rookie from the Twitter twits.
The times have changed and plenty of fans want to blow up anything that doesn't give instant gratification. Those constantly on their tablets are not taking Ritalin.
In a democracy the imbecile sitting next to you at a sporting event in a strange costume with face-paint has a vote equal to your own.
There are plenty of fans that sit with their knitting, like Madame DeFarge, watching the Celtics games and waiting only for moments of carnage.
If you want to know how Louis XIV felt about the crowd demanding he go to the guillotine, you have only to look at the mob crying for the heads of Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett.
