TO: Ricky Rubio
FROM: An apprehensive fan
DATE: Sept. 2, 2009
SUBJECT: Your concern in the Land O’ Lakes
I speak to you today on behalf of your supporters in the United States, home to the best basketball competition in the world. Your decision to stay in your home country of Spain has let down people like myself, and we’re disappointed that a 19-year-old like yourself thinks he’s already proven that he deserves a better start to his NBA career.
I was a bit surprised myself when Memphis or Oklahoma City decided to pass on your talents, and you fell in the hands of Minnesota. I was even more confused when they decided to draft another point guard, putting your selection in question.
I get it. You don’t want to play for a team that hasn’t made it to the NBA Finals, who at the time didn’t have a coach and currently has a mediocre roster.
Your biggest strength as a playmaker is getting the ball in the hands of your teammates using creativity and intelligence. How are your teammates supposed to hold their bargain of the deal up when last year the Timberwolves were second to last in field goal percentage and in the bottom third of the league in points per game and three-point percentage?
I also don’t blame you for not wanting to live in sub-zero temperatures. I used to live in Minnesota, and winter is no joke. Besides, you’re not missing much in Minneapolis. You don’t understand American football, the city would rather devote its fanhood to the Twins and Vikings, and even the Mall of America looks in need of a makeover.
On the other hand, how the hell are you able to say, “Yeah, I entered the draft, but if I don’t like the team then I’ll stay across the Atlantic?” This is where I disagree with you. Blake Griffin couldn’t do that to the Clippers, nor can Matthew Stafford say that to Detroit.
I’ve read things about how you’re such a prima donna and your unselfish skills don’t necessarily reflect your personality off the court. You go so far to even warm up with your very own routine rather than participate with your teammates.
When I discovered you before the Beijing Olympics last year, there was a special connection similar to Spencer and Heidi of The Hills. I saw myself in you: a young kid, not extremely tall nor fast or strong, but possessing a high basketball IQ and fantastic playmaking abilities.
We were pretty much engaged. Whatever NBA team selected you, I was going to jump on the bandwagon. I was hoping the Thunder so you could join forces with Kevin Durant, but I guess they had other plans, or Russell Westbrook tooted his own horn.
The agony will continue for Timberwolves fans in their quest to be competitive again. I don't think the coaching combination of Kurt Rambis and Bill Laimbeer will exactly sharpen up Rubio's skills.
I mean, what's the worst that can happen to you, Ricky? Your career will probably start out solid and then fade into obscurity because you play for a small-market team. Eventually, you'll find your way to the big stage, and people will realize your talents again. Your very own Spanish teammate Pau Gasol can attest to this.
For now, I'll have to watch you through YouTube and when NBA TV shows Euro games. I'll be waiting.