I mourned for a minute or two when
Dan Dickau tore his Achilles tendon over the weekend .
Part of me wanted Dan to take the role of
John Stockton's spiritual successor, and it made so much sense: an
unheralded white guy from
some school that's damn-near in Montana emerges from the shadows to dissect the league with almost machine-like precision. Bonus points for being a journeyman and playing for the
Celtics...
My hopes sunk a bit when he followed up a promising run with the
Hornets with a backup role, now a year on the shelf will squash what little momentum he had left.
I'm sure John Stockton is looking on worriedly as he
tightens the electric semi-conductors in his neck...