Deron Williams finally gets paroled from his personal hell (also known as Brooklyn, N.Y.), he receives a fine parting gift, he’s afforded the chance now to go play in his hometown, Dallas, which is precisely the place he’s pined to play for years.
He also has earned one other thing.
He leaves his empty tenure as the franchise face of the Nets as perhaps the single-most forgettable would-be superstar in the history of New York sports.
That isn’t to say he was the least successful, or the most underachieving, or the most disappointing. You can vote him for any of those categories too, if you like, but those are whole separate issues.