Staring at the end of an NBA bench, one or two guys always seem out of place. Those guys who will be in the league for two seasons, but somehow end up lucky enough to walk away with a chunk of diamond-covered gold encasing a finger.
Some of the guys are extremely obvious; we're going to be talking about Adam Morrison here in a bit. Yet others fly from the mind never to be thought of again, until you hear their name decades later and laugh; we're looking at you, Travis Knight.
Scrubs come in every shape and size, but generally you can tell who just doesn't belong. Typically there's a big, slow-footed white guy sitting on the end of the bench who can't shoot three-pointers and isn't 7'6".
That's the type of player who is signed so he can be big during practice, and maybe fill in and give out five fouls if absolutely necessary.
Him actually touching the ball, or even shooting, is the rarest of occurrences.
Now I've got to make it clear here, we're not talking about folks like Brian Scalabrine or Brian Cardinal. As far as I'm concerned, if you spent more than a decade in the NBA, you were there for a reason.
Players might slip through the cracks for three, four or even five years, but if one keeps getting signed into his 30s, then he's doing something right.
I'm here to take a look at the absolute bottom of the barrel. Some of these guys weren't even in the league long enough to let their cup of coffee cool, let alone drink it all.
So here they are, the 10 scrubbiest NBA champions of the past 20 years, all for your amusement, and then the realization that they won a title, while Charles Barkley and John Stockton did not.