Charlotte Observer: Adam Morrison was odd.
Not a bad guy, not a selfish guy. Just odd, in a way I’d never before encountered in two decades covering the NBA.
When an NBA player acts odd, it’s usually an over-abundance of arrogance or boastfulness. Those guys think so much of themselves, they stop listening to what anyone else thinks.
Morrison was just the opposite; he listened too much. His rookie season, he was so conscious of the crowd screaming “Shoot!” that he did so every time the ball hit his hands. He knew that wasn’t his game – he was more a creative scorer than a pure shooter at Gonzaga – but he tried pleasing everyone and instead pleased no one.
Just about the time he figured that out, his knee shattered in a preseason exhibition against the Los Angeles Lakers. That cost him his second season and added to this unstated imperative that he justify being the third overall pick.
He tried playing it cool this season, saying he was happy being a bench player behind Gerald Wallace and Jason Richardson. That was the right thing to say, demonstrating he was a good teammate.