A Brief History of Andre Miller's Feelings

Andre Miller is a mild-mannered guy -- a decent guy, even. A valued starting point guard, a veteran in this league, an admirable pro whose one sin is being viewed as more of a playmaking ace than he really is. Miller can pass, but he also likes to shoot. Still, he's exactly the kind of no-drama piece a contending team would want, right?

You'd think so, which is why the Blazers came to their senses and signed him, which instantly solidified them as the young team ready to contend. I'd been excited. Hadn't you? Over the last week, though, it's looking like Andre Miller—of all people—with the Blazers, of all teams—might not be getting along as swimmingly as you'd hope, or be on quite the same page.

It's the preseason, when every move and word is amplified to fill space; the NBA approaches, but there's really nothing to say. Yet the news out of Portland is more than a little disturbing. Now, I am not in the eye of the storm. I am just a fan who has watched the bizarre ebb and flow of Andre Miller's career for the last decade. Here, though, in the most family-friendly of organizations, Miller is in an existential pickle that rivals his time under Donald Sterling's yoke.

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