Adam Morrison is a Laker, and I couldn’t be more happy about it.
We’re both tall, lankier guys named Adam getting ready to relocate to Los Angeles. But there’s more to my Morrison-related euphoria than that.
Why do I call him “Van” Morrison? Because he looks like some dude that drives around a Volkswagen van, hell, maybe even sleeps in one. Or at least he did, before he cut off his hair. C’mon, this dude looks like he should be back playing with Bill Walton, not with his son, Luke. Plus, his last name is Morrison. I mean, he looks like Billy Crudup in Almost Famous and his last name is Morrison. Let’s just keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn’t scream “I am a golden god” and jump off the Staples Center roof. He’s going to fit in much better out in L.A. than in Charlotte.
In all seriousness, I’ve always been a fan of Morrison. Yes, even when he let the tears fly back in his final game at Gonzaga. Dude has some Larry Bird lite in him. I think the triangle is going to be perfect for him. Besides, he and Phil Jackson are going to be kindred spirits. Van Morrison and the Zen Master? They sound like a couple of classic rock roadies or something. He’ll get his knee right and Phil will get his game right. I know it.
Also, since he’s diabetic and does a helluva job managing that — which is an accomplishment in itself and something to be proud of — I doubt he rips through 40s of High Life and Cali kind bud. But he’s wearing a pothead’s uniform, or was, before he shaved his head. Damn! Can we add a stipulation to his contract that says he can never do that again? It would make my job much, much easier.
The other good news is that we got rid of Vladi Radmananovic. As Van Morrison would probably say, “Vladi totally wasn’t rad, man.” Good riddance, especially for what the Lakers were paying him. We’re much better off playing Josh Powell, Lamar Odom, Luke Walton and Trevor Ariza, and rolling the dice on Morrison (and Shannon Brown, for that matter), than wasting all that dough on a disgruntled “space cadet.” Morrison may look like a space cadet, but he’s a smart player. I don’t think anybody ever said that about Vlad.
Welcome to Los Angeles, Van Morrison! We got you a room at the Riot House until you find a place to stay. Well, other than your V-Dub bus, of course.