No matter how good the story, attempts will be made to introduce some sort of negative element. This is a simple fact of life in the world of professional sports.
Don't even try to figure out why. It just … is. Getting into the various reasons for such would take more than 10 times the space allowed for this column each week, and every attempt is made not to waste that space on negativity. Unless it's thought that it might get a laugh. Then all bets are off.
So let's put a different spin on the unfortunate potential distraction that is the recent word out of Detroit, that the Pistons are going to come gunning, with big glue, for our much-beloved Draymond Green come the offseason.
First off, that news should surprise exactly nobody. Draymond is a Michigan kid — born in Saginaw, two-time state champion in high school and four-year stud at Michigan State, where he earned national Player of the Year honors as a senior. Now he's a key cog on the best and most exciting team in the NBA. Of course the Pistons are going to want to bring him home, and word is they'll spare no expense in trying to do so.
The beauty of the situation, though, is that the Pistons don't hold the cards. They can up the ante, but they don't get the final play. That belongs to the Warriors, because Draymond is a restricted free agent. He can go out and get all the offers he wants, for as much as he wants, but he can't go anywhere if the Dubs don't want him to go. They just have to match the highest offer he gets elsewhere.
And they should. And based on everything we've learned about the way they do business since the moment they essentially chose Stephen Curry's character and potential over Monta Ellis, they will.
And again, because it's worth repeating, because he means this much to the team: THEY SHOULD. Even if, as has been suggested, the Pistons throw max money at Draymond. That's in the swank neighborhood of $15 million per year.
Is Draymond worth $15 million a year? That's such a relative question, rife with potential answers that include phrases like “what the market will bear,” and “supply and demand.” When the subject of money as it relates to professional athletes arises, anyone not intimately familiar with salary caps and revenue streams and granular measurables specific to the sport and market being discussed should just shut the hell up. It's so far out of our league — no pun intended — that we shouldn't even try to make sense of it all.
It's a world with which we're unfamiliar, and we'll never be qualified to say if any athlete is “worth” what he's being paid.
But you can say with some confidence that Draymond at $15 million would actually make more sense for the Warriors than he would at that same number for the Pistons. Weird, huh? True, though. He's absolutely perfect for the Warriors.
He's not Batman. He's not even Robin. He's Robin's little-known nephew, Phil. Great kid, everyone loves him and he does everything Batman and Robin can't or don't want to do.
In Detroit, at that salary, and being a hometown guy to boot, he'd pretty much have to be Batman, Robin, Phil and Phil's best friend, little Geno. Hell of a defender, that Geno.
With the Warriors, Draymond wouldn't even really have to be Phil. He'd just have to be Draymond, and the fact that he's been referred to as Draymond throughout this piece says it all. You're given first-name status for one of two reasons: You're either phenomenal at what you do, or you're just plain likable.
Draymond is both. It doesn't matter what he's worth. He's worth it.
Mychael Urban has been covering Bay Area sports for 25 years and has worked for MLB.com, Comcast SportsNet Bay Area and KNBR (680 AM).