When I think of Lance Stephenson’s career with the Indiana Pacers, I’m reminded of the random news stories where someone gives their cat away to a family who moves out to the hinterlands only to have the cat dutifully trudge, like an adorable Michael Myers, all the way back to the family home from whence he was sent. The mixture of rage, shock, and respect that must well up inside the father discovering that little beast of burden waiting for him on his doorstep, purring, tail twirling, mocking eyes gazing up at him, must be unrivaled in the annals of parenthood.
Lance Stephenson’s weird Pacers journey, so far…
