At some point, each of us will realize the absolute necessity of the NBA Hair Watch. I hope that for some of you, that moment came during today's Lakers/Suns game. Kwame Brown returned from injury sporting one of the most frightening braid jobs to ever grace a multi-millionaire. They were stringy, frizzy, scrappy, and kind of reminded me of a homeless Ying-Yang Twin. And they didn't even bring on the kind of personal transformation we saw from the betwisted Bosh or Artest's team spirit. Kwame was the same as always: tantalizing athlete, worst hands on the planet, looking pretty much like the worst #1 overall ever. Has anyone thought for a second that the Lakers gave up an All-Star for this guy? Is Mo Evans anything if not a poor man's Caron Butler?
Anyway, this image is imperfect, in part because it gives the impression of some Coolio action. No such thing. These things flopped and flew in the wind, like a Medusa of little worms or rat tails. But I had to get this up as soon as possible and plus, Nash's expression speaks for anyone who got a good look at them. Terrified, mesmerized, and utterly unable to resist. Maybe there's some good to be gained from this failed fashion statement after all.




