Between now and Halloween every team will have traded for Shaquille O'Neal.  That's the way the web works.  The game of basketball is nowhere near as important as the delicious trade rumors that litter the net.  Basketball is a granola bar, but the water-cooler rumblings and guy talk, that's the bucket of triple fudge brownie ice cream that everyone thinks about while they're nibbling the dependable, flavorless bar of grains and health.  At some point between the draft and the start of the preseason, Shaq will have been traded for Elton Brand, then maybe Corey Maggette and Andris Biedrins, then one morning after a slow news day the Knicks will swoop in and get "The Big Whatever His New Nickname is Today" for Chris Duhon, a second-rounder and Spike Lee's '88 Jordans with the ketchup stain on the tongue.  And, we'll all eat it up.  Then we'll ask for seconds.  Tis the nature of the off-season.   And I love it.

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