I’ll admit: I wasn’t so sure about the Ray Allen trade when it initially broke, back in June of 2007.
At the time, I was very much a college basketball fan before I was a Celtics one, meaning I was disappointed to see #5 pick and former Hoya Jeff Green shuttled off to Seattle in favor of some older guy I’d barely gotten a chance to watch. I’d heard of Allen, of course, but I—along with most people, apparently—didn’t exactly choose to tune in to Sonics games for fun.
But, when I first witnessed him at work, Jesus Shuttlesworth immediately converted me.
Since then, #20′s silky-smooth, OCD-fueled jumper has always been, in my eyes, the single most beautiful thing in sports. It’s perfection personified, over and over and over again.
After the Celts claimed an NBA title in Allen and Kevin Garnett’s first year, I unsurprisingly grew to like Ray (and the rest of the team) even more. Two knockouts by the Miami Heat later, though, and he’s crossed over to the dark side. And, my own personal feelings and rooting interests aside here, the move just doesn’t feel right.