Worst #1 Pick Ever

As if they could afford to spare the extra bodies in the post, the Wizards decided to suspend Kwame Brown for the rest of the playoffs essentially for being a pussy. You can read about it here: Link. It seems that Brown was not even in the building last night due to "sickness." Keep in mind that this is a home game and he could have showed up in street clothes and sat on the bench or in the locker room or even in Abe Pollin's (the real-life Mr. Burns) luxury box. But no, Kwame is the biggest pussy the NBA has ever seen. I'm glad Coach Jordan suspended him for the rest of the playoffs (read: 3 more games for the Wiz).

Unfortunately, this all but seals the deal ensuring Kwame will not be on the team next year and thus, was a complete waste of a draft pick. First he does not make a significant impact his rookie year. Fine. I wish we had drafted Pau Gasol, but we can wait. Brown has...potential. Then he cries about how MJ and Collins yell at him during practice. Ok, maybe they were too hard on him. Jordan was washed up and Collins had no idea what was going on. Now he still does not contribute much and thats only when he's not injured. Unbelievable. He can't even come to the arena when he's not playing? Bullshit. Even JPR (that's John Peter Ramos, owner of the first 7 foot Puerto Rican cornrow mullet) shows up to the games.

I have no doubt that Kwame will catch on somewhere else next year (if he decides not to retire) and finally break out. Its what happens to all of Washington's players. We either get them when they are too young to know how to play or too old and washed up to care anymore. This team was supposed to be different. We have a core of young guys that could really do something next year (if we get some inside defensive presence). Now we have to trade Kwame Brown at 50 cents on the dollar (and it was a canadian dollar to begin with) and watch him actually start to care for a different team next year. Such is the life of a Wizards fan.

Hey Kwame, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out of DC. And don't forget to bring your case of Vagisil with you, punk.