Jason Kidd Comes With the Truth: He Wants to be Traded
From NJ.com and ESPN, Jason Kidd states:
“It used to be if I got a triple-double, that was an automatic win,” Kidd said. “That’s just not the case now. We tried to make this work. We’ve found out it doesn’t. It’s time for us all to move on.”
This has been “does he want to be in Jersey” question has been dragging out for a long time.
Kidd is not exactly being treated like a pariah, but word spread quickly among his teammates about his trade request — even though the team deliberately didn’t pass out the daily press clips — and one teammate found it odd that he was seen eating breakfast alone yesterday at the team’s hotel.
A letter from a reader to the Newark Star-Ledger’s Dave D’Alessandro on Jason Kidd, the rumors of his petulant behavior and off-court life, and this article from Charley Rosen, which talks about Kidd halfway down:
Hi, Dave: Who is the real J-Kidd? With such awesome virtues displayed on the court — i.e. selflessness, composure, max effort, competitiveness, sacrifice, desire, awareness, vision, anticipation — I assume that he’d be kinda similar in ‘real’ life. If you didn’t see it already, check out Rosen’s 2 paragraphs on Kidd: What a nasty picture painted. Despite Hall of Fame caliber play, he’s been traded from every team he’s played on (and counting), the numerous past and current personal problems, issues with so many of his coaches, the migraine strike. . . .Hmmm. Who is this guy?
RW: The short answer? Don’t know, don’t care. Great player, good guy, but that’s where my interest really ends. There are certain things even public figures should keep private, and the rest of us have to accept that you can’t know someone unless they let you in; that you can’t know a people, a place, a family, an individual, a process, or anything until you know precisely the forces that shaped their motives and spirit. So the truth is, the only people who know the guy are the ones who know the secret handshake. And since that’s the case, we reach for the impertinent crap that we think defines his character – stuff such as tantrums in the boss’s office (inane – he wasn’t even in the office that day), his girlfriend’s pregnancy (also totally untrue), crotch-grabbing at 2 a.m. (can’t wait to read that court transcript), the great migraine strike of ’07 (which will forever be unsubstantiated), and oh, dear diary, I can’t wait to read what tomorrow will bring. The point being: This has been a really stupid two years, Kidd has been engulfed by the trappings of fame or victimized by a public thirst for the sensational (take yer pick), and rest of us are sick of playing How’s Jay’s Head every two weeks. His amazing real-life adventures don’t really have any impact on his team, and he is tired of being in the presence of those who believe the opposite to be true. Which is why he hasn’t spoken with the media in a week and may not do so until the last ding-dong of eternity.