Being Gilbert Arenas

Not that I would know or anything like that (I am definitely not Gilbert Arenas) but I assume that life as one of the most loved and unpredictable basketballers on the Earth isn't smooth sailing at the moment. Despite being seemingly upbeat about another round rehabilitation on yet another knee surgery *sigh* one would have to assume that Gilbert "Agent Zero" Arenas is coming to a crossroads both in his life and his career as a basketball player and to an extent a blogger.

To understand where I am going with this you must understand that I am trying take on the persona of one, Hibachi. The point here is to highlight an alternate point-of-view on the whole knee injury, media shunning and conspiracy theorying fiasco that has followed Arenas ( Me; for the purposes of this post). Amid all the stories of Gil turning his back on the media, I can see some method in his madness. From now until the conclusion I will try my best to give an opinion on the Arenas-Files from the inside-out (inside-out being what Gil would say about the events that transpired) rather than the prototypical outside-in (outside-in being what everyone else would say).

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Now imagine you are Gilbert, lets say a month after the end of the season, you had just signed a BIG contract extension, secured your future (and the rest of your families future) and your rehab was going well (except for a little twinge in your knee: smell foreshadowing, anyone?) and all signs pointed to a healthy recovery and an end to the injury bug that had plagued you and your team for the past two seasons. Things are looking bright and why shouldn't they be, right. WRONG! Unbenounced to you there is a storm brewing over some little debris in one very important knee.

Eventually after trying to ignore this so-called twinge you realize that your best option is to sadly have *duh duh duuuuuhhh* surgery and miss the first month or two of the NBA season. It is a difficult decision but one that needed to be made, you convince yourself that this was the best choice for yourself, your team and your fans all over the world. You break the news to the hoops community and it is obviously shocked and dismayed over what seems like a rotten stretch of luck. You receive sympathy from your fans on your blog like Tyson Chandler receives perfectly weighted lob passes from Chris Paul, but things can turn (just ask Spree) and they did.

Your beloved fans started questioning whether this injury may spell the end of your career and that you won't ever get back to your old self, they start speculating that you knew you would need surgery and that you signed a contract, for guaranteed money and then let your team down, ON PURPOSE! These ideas came from the same mouths (and fingertips) of the people who once supported you, this is blasphemy, they ought to be excommunicated, you thought so you decided to stop talking to the people who doubted your integrity and betrayed your trust, the Judas Escariot's of the basketball world. If you didn't talk to them they couldn't hurt you, or so you thought. The rest as they say is the future.
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And I'm back, see, being Gil especially with these latest setbacks ain't so easy. I may be completely wrong about everything I've just typed but if anyone actually reads this I hope it was worth your while, if not, tell your sister to stop calling me, she's ugly.

Count yourself officially OWNED!!