I go to school at Xavier University. Jordan Crawford also went to school at Xavier University. At various points throughout my week I think about this fact.
Sometimes it happens while I’m siting in class. Sometimes it’s when I’m bored in the training room during my clinical. It always happens when I walk past his framed jersey in the hallway as I make my way through the bowels of the Cintas Center, on my way to and from the training room.
Mostly, I just laugh to myself when I think about it because I find it hilarious trying to picture Crawford and all his “Steez” making his way through the same hallways.
Ever since Crawford was traded to my beloved Celtics last season, he became one of my favorite players. (I even wrote about why fans should give Crawford a chance.) I don’t really have an explanation for my love of Crawford. For all his scoring ability, he takes a lot of bad shots and just overall isn’t that great of a player. It isn’t even so much that I love Crawford as a player, because I realize his numerous flaws. There’s just something I enjoy about him being around the team, irrational as it may be.
Few players, if any, take as much flak and are the subjects of as many jokes as Crawford. I certainly haven’t been immune to cracking a few jokes at his expense, and I very well might be his biggest fan. Yet even this can’t dissuade me from my support.
I imagine every fan has a certain player like this. Someone who they love regardless of whatever flaws they might have. Regardless of how bad they play. Regardless of how many mistakes they make. Regardless. Mine happens to be Jordan Crawford.
Steez on my friend.