Michael Finley

Way back on June 30th, I posted the "Shopping Cart" column which kicked off the NBA free agent season with my list of players and the destinations I wanted to see them end up at. Today, I'm doing that for Michael Finley.

Michael, please, if you read this online sports 'zine, don't go to Miami. There's this little deadly sin called gluttony, you know. A religious man such as yourself wouldn't want to contribute to Riles' gluttonous acquisition of every single available player known to man, would you? I sure hope not.

Anyway, as I was saying, I think you should go to Phoenix where you can start in place of the departed Quentin Richardson and Joe Johnson. You can even hang out with your old friend Steve Nash.

If Phoenix isn't your cup of tea, go to San Antonio where you'd have a real honest to goodness shot at winning a title. You seem like a pretty selfless guy and guys like you do really well down in San Antone. You'd get good minutes and no one would criticize you for the no-D game you play. There are more than enough defenders down there that you won't stick out.

Finally, if you want to go home, there's always Chicago. Sure they don't have a prayer at winning a title but you'd be back in the town you grew up in and you could get your ass kissed by a lot of young guys that would respect your quiet style, veteran leadership and playoff experience. It would be fun to be back home, wouldn't it? Italian Beef sandwiches, good pizza, Old Style on tap at nearly every bar...sounds good, right?

Whatever you do though, please don't go to Miami.