If you looked up idol in Webster’s Dictionary, you’ll find the definition on page 600. At one time or another if you have followed sports I am sure you have had an idol or at least a person, who you strongly admired. For me circa 1990, it was Michael Jordan and Raghib “The Rocket” Ismail. However, after the card collecting fades, along with the imitations in the driveway or playing fields the only attachment that you are left with is the name on the front of the jersey, not the back of it. Which is to say that as we grow older we usually care less about the players that come and go and more about whether our team won or lost. Even those rooting interests tend to become blurred sometimes when you grow older especially when you enter fantasy sports or gambling into the mix. I mean I don’t like the Lakers, but if they cover for me you can bet I’ll be cheering on even Sasha Vujacic for those 48 minutes. I find all of those points valid and in almost every instance I would say they describe my current state as a sports fan, which leads me to my current conundrum which is: why do I find myself rooting for Steve Nash so much? After racking my brain the only real answer I could come up with is that Steve Nash would have been without a doubt one of my idols if this were 1990.
The first time I saw Steve Nash play basketball he may as well have just came over to my house and punched me in the stomach and put my 1993 NCAA tournament bracket in a paper shredder. Because in March of ‘93 Nash was leading Santa Clara to an upset of the #2 seeded Arizona Wildcats in the NCAA tournament, which at the time was devastating to me because I had picked Arizona to reach the Final Four. I can’t say that since then I obsessed over Nash’s career or was so invested that I followed every game or box score as I did with my favorite players during my youth. I am not going to run through his credentials or playing history as basketball player because this is not biography or a piece to convince people that Nash is a great player. The thing I enjoy most about Nash’s game is that he keeps me entertained and makes games exciting to watch. That statement can be made for a lot of NBA players, but the thing about Nash for me is the style of game he plays that I admire most.
He’s a pass first guard, who shoots a good jump shot, absolutely nails his free throws and can finish with drop shots around the rim. Not to mention the fact that Nash is 36 years old and is still playing at a high level. As a person, who enjoys watching point guards and an up-tempo style of basketball there is nothing not to like about Nash’s game. Essentially, Steve Nash is the basketball player I wish I was (never would have happened) or at least a player I wish would have been around when I was younger. I was/am a below average to slightly average basketball player (in terms of high school /pickup). So, any comparisons mentioned or named is strictly for vanity purposes. I was never going to be able to dunk a basketball despite my countless hours of training on my Jordan Jammer, so outside of Jordan I mostly gravitated towards point or guards as my favorite players. There was Sherman Douglas of Syracuse, Khalid Reeves of Arizona, and Rumeal Robinson of Michigan. Wow, that is a pretty depressing list if you take into account the collective NBA careers or lack there of with the three players I mentioned (Sherman Douglas had a decent run as noted in my running diary last night).
(My Guy, Khalid Reeves)
That is to say for some reason I was drawn to following undersized or slow college guards, who made little to no impact at the highest level of basketball. I think the reason I followed those players I mentioned was because they simulated my basketball prowess which was, being an undersized guard with average foot speed, who passed first, loved to get to the rim and had a below average jump shot. Its odd listing those players and not including any legit NBA player because I certainly loved watching NBA basketball I just never found a favorite player or person I could idolize that would have matched the kind of skill set I was trying to create for myself on the basketball court. Maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough or just refused to emulate the pink polo wearing John Stockton or that asshole Isiah Thomas. I am not trying to say that if Steve Nash was around I would have become a better basketball player or anything of the sort. I am just trying in some odd way to point out that in some alternate universe Steve Nash is my basketball idol.
(My favorite college basketball player of all-time and the reason I am a fan of Syracuse Basketball, Sherman Douglas)
( The conflicted idol, Rumeal Robinson. I still hate Michigan)
However, idol worship in sports is reserved for impressionable youth looking to follow someone, who excels at what they do and not aging twenty-somethings, who still just love watching sports. This means I am not placing an order on Eastbay for a Nash jersey, or buying a Phoenix Suns t-shirt at Hermans or running out to Pro Image to buy a Steve Nash poster. Rather, I will just sit back and enjoy watching Nash’s Suns hopefully beat the hated Lakers and get fulfillment from watching a player, who makes me feel like a kid again.
The soundtrack for this post was appropriately provided by Canada's Own, Rush