Kwame Brown is not, in fact, a stud.
He is the antithesis of a stud: a stiff. Well, not really. He does display studliness from time to time. He also displays the fact that he is probably mentally lacking.
Even though he was the subject of a "We Got Kwame!" email from me to my dad, Kwame has been nothing but a confused morass of wasted and realized potential since day 1. This may sound like the Odom post, but unlike Odom, Kwame's skillset doesn't pull him in all different directions; instead they make him an occasionally gifted low-post scorer who more often than not has no idea what he's doing on either end of the floor.
He is governed not by his own potential, but rather by a character flaw that will be his undoing. Namely, he is an idiot.
In case you didn't notice, that makes Kwame the perfect subject of a Shakespearean tragedy. Whether or not he bites Macbeth's steez and kills all the folks ahead of him to advance is irrelevant. Ultimately, his stupidity will be his undoing.
Kwame's tragedy is a microcosm of the Lakers' failings and success. They advanced to the playoffs and almost knocked off the Suns on the power of their star-- Kobe. And yet once on the break of catastophic victory, they slid back into the murky morass that was the regular season. The Lakers hold, and Kwame is a hero. They didn't hold.
Their failings are as much their fault as Kwame's. You can only depend on a dude whose life compares easily to a classic tragedy for low post scoring for so long. Still, a transformation from tragedy to fable would not be an unwelcome one; the prodigal son returns, only to find he never left in the first place.
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