That dichotomy is probably the closest thing you’ll find to truth in the never-ending argument over his legacy. The criticism and the praise are both pretty much true. He’s been every bit as unbearable as his critics say, and he’s been every bit as incredible as the believers promise. He would be miserable to play with, but he also brought the best out of Lamar Odom, Pau Gasol, and Ron Artest. He’s one of the most contrived celebrities we’ve ever seen, but he also keeps it realer than just about anyone in the NBA. Maybe he really is part of the problem for the Lakers, but he’s also been the solution since Bill Clinton was president. His myth has been inflated more than any superstar in the league, but he’s also lived up to it more times than anyone can count. This discussion could go on forever, and it probably will.
The NBA isn’t science, it’s literature. And we’re reading the final chapter of one of the greatest characters ever. Believe whatever you want. But don’t pretend this hasn’t been worth the investment.
That's my Mamba..
