BIG BEN A BIG BABY
Well then. It turns out that even the grittiest, guttiest, hardest-working players can be like the superstars. They can act like big babies.
13 games in and Ben Wallace is causing problems in Chicago. Besides the many occasions where it looked like he was playing with mono, now he is in defiance of the head coach. This is not the leadership the Bulls had in mind.
As I watched the game Saturday night, I saw the red band but thought it was Tyrus Thomas with his facemask. It turned out to be Ben Wallace with a headband. I thought it to be Thomas because Wallace does not look much bigger than any of the Bulls. Which is odd. I can’t immediately find him on the floor. He should not blend in.
Wallace pulled his little attention grab not once but twice in the game. Sam Smith has a great column about it today in the Trib.
Apparently there is a laundry list of things that irk Wallace. He said that he was not told he couldn’t wear headbands until after he signed the contract with the Bulls. And my response to that is: So? There are $60 million reasons not to wear it.
This isn’t Detroit. You signed a mega-deal–a deal in which the Bulls paid you much more than any other team was willing–to come here and lead a younger team.
So tape your ankles, shut your mouth and grow up. Quit worrying about yourself and instead protect the paint and knock somebody down. You grabbed the money. Now earn it and quit acting like a little wuss.
Skiles and Pax worked hard to restore the Bulls. If you don’t like it here, tear up the contract and go away.