
Isiah Thomas, may God be with you.
There, I said it. And still the sun beams. Okay, okay, maybe not here in New York, where today is as dark and dank as the mood the NBA legend apparently found himself in just a few days ago.
By now, the whole world knows the story. Police were summoned to Thomas' upstate home after someone suffered an apparent drug overdose requiring emergency treatment late last week. It's at that point where the story of what happened next and who it involved begins to take on a divergent path. Thomas insists the aid was required by his teenage daughter while authorities defiantly contend “we know the difference between a 47-year-old man and a female.”
My point is this, no matter what story you buy of what went on that day in Purchase, it seems quite clear that a soul is now in crisis. Given that and the subsequent reaction, the far greater question becomes just when did we as a society become so callous that we all but cheer the purported demise of a man even as it plays out right before our very eyes? One who once brought so many of us such joy and feelings of admiration, no less.
In the end, whatever you make of Isiah Thomas' acumen as a hoops exec, or even his follies as a man, he's still a human being. Not only susceptible but perhaps even prone to some of the same missteps suffered by us all. Isn't that reason enough for some level of compassion?