|He earned that tattoo|
To anyone who wants to listen I'm retiring after this season.
Brad Miller is done. After the fastest 13-year career ever, he's bowing out on top. And while Trey Kerby has positioned himself as the head of the B. Miller Fan Club, I don't think the affect Brad had on Trey is an isolated incident. Brad inspired young ballers of all shapes, colors, religions, and sexual orientations. Not seeing him in an NBA uniform will be unsettling. We only have a few months until those tattoos are covered up by camo garb.
I believe it was on a B.S. Report that Charles Barkley said he's always bummed when he sees his name on the list of players who never won a ring. But he also mentioned the caliber of the guys he's being listed with, and how honored that makes him feel. I think Brad's outlook will echo Chuck's. Getting used to being on that list will be tough, but he's had a tattoo of Scrappy Doo since I can remember, so he must have thick enough skin to take it. And in the end, a Hall of Fame player is a Hall of Fame player.
Back in 2005, I nearly got to meet Brad Miller. Sadly, things didn't go as planned, and my lunch with Brad was eighty-sixed. Initially, I was devastated; however, with time, I've become relieved that the meeting didn't go through. I've heard too many horror stories from people who met one of their heroes and were letdown. I don't want Brad Miller to be humanized. If he's a regular dude (which he obviously isn't), don't let me know.
Brad Miller's basketball footprint won't be summed up by his averages or missed free throws. It will be represented by the style he carved out for all the pudgy white kids. It will live on through the "Brad Miller tattoo" Google Image searches. Every time a white guy tries to turn four inches of hair into cornrows, we'll think of Brad.
Thank God Shaq didn't land that punch.