If you missed the McDonald's All-American Game Wednesday night, you missed an appalling 4-for-17 performance by O.J. Mayo, who has a legitimate chance to replace Vince Carter as my least favorite NBA star of all-time before everything's said and done. Really, USC is expecting him to play point guard? That's the worst basketball-related idea since the Pacers teamed up Stephen Jackson and Ron Artest.
Fortunately, the game featured my new favorite incoming recruit: UCLA's Kevin Love, a 6-foot-9 power forward who studied Wes Unseld/Bill Walton tapes as a kid and throws the best outlet pass in 30 years. I've heard about him for months, hoped the stories were true and didn't want to jinx it by saying anything. But screw it. With Durant fleeing to the pros, I'm dumping Texas and jumping on the UCLA bandwagon. Hell, I'd even get season tickets if it were remotely possible to get UCLA season tickets. It's been so long since we've seen a big guy grab a rebound, look down the court and whistle a 50-foot pass to start a fast break in the same motion. I just feel Love will become a revelation for a whole new generation of fans.
As you know, I'm a huge basketball dork and have more than 300 classic games burned to DVD. Other than the Celtics and MJ's Bulls, you know which team is featured the most in my DVDs? Walton's Portland team from '77....
The bigger picture: With Mayo joining a loaded USC team and Love playing 20 minutes away for a Final Four team, that's looming as a dynamite rivalry and the most intriguing media subplot for the 2007-08 season.
After all, Love represents everything good about basketball (unselfishness, teamwork, professionalism) and Mayo represents everything we've come to despise (showboating, selfishness, over-hype).
If Love were black, this would be a much easier topic to discuss. But he's white. So even though there's a natural inclination to embrace Love's game and disparage Mayo's game -- you know, assuming you give a crap about basketball and care about where it's headed as a sport -- there's also a natural inclination to hold back because nobody wants to sound like the white media guy supporting the Great White Hope over the Black Superstar Du Jour.