So the NBA has returned; and, fittingly, controversy has not been too far behind. While the nuances of the new collective bargaining agreement continue to be disseminated to a non-legalese American public hell-bent on recording leagues games without the express written consent of the National Basketball Association, the ease of off-the-court maneuvering once taken for granted has now become harder to understand than a sentence from Metta World Peace. (Exactly.) Time was a superstar could be unloaded in a three-way trade, and there would be something to write about. The rosters of three teams would change and intrigue would build. It seems that, under the auspices of the league’s new CBA, it would probably be easier to complete a three-team deal involving the Corleones, Tattaglias, and the Barzinis, and the resulting massacre wouldn’t be half as bad as Godfather III.
If it’s one thing LA knows about it is high drama, which has nothing to do with how many medical marijuana dispensaries exist in the city and how easy it is to get diagnosed with fantasy football-related delusions of grandeur in order to get a prescription. The most recent piece of Hollywood cum Greek tragedy involved the now-infamous trade of Chris Paul. Of course, if this were turned into a script there might be a problem in central casting trying to fill the role of Goran Dragic.
It had appeared that Paul was on his way to the Lakers in a three-team deal that would have sent Pau Gasol to Houston; Lamar Odom, Luis Scola, Goran Dragic, and a Kmart franchise — or maybe Kevin Martin — to New Orleans. It was a done deal. Websites already posted pictures of CP3 wearing purple and gold.
Then it wasn’t.