The latest routine in the comedy show that has become the Wizards' season is the booing of Andray Blatche during introductions to the OKC game. Many wicked pixels have been aimed straight at the fans who have dared to express their displeasure at Dray. Classless, some say.

Really?

I can't afford to go to games, but I can assure you I applaud the booers in spirit from the comfort of my couch. And I think they're perfectly justified in their preemptive jeers and raspberries. I groan inwardly (sometimes outwardly) every time Andray moves off the bench to the scorer's table. Critics, unite! Onward, ho!

Why am I so mean? It's a fair question. The answer is simple: Because Andray Blatche doesn't give a rip about my favorite team. And it's been evident for six depressing years.

His off-court indiscretions could, at one time, have been excused as the excesses of a young, wildly rich man with more money than wisdom. Youth and gallons of green will do that to a fella.

It's the on-court indifference to which I object. Blatche is the ultimate loafer, the ultimate coaster: He's the kid who was smarter than everyone else in class, and skated by with C's because it was easier. Blatche is more skilled, more talented, than all our big men put together. And because he can, he gets by doing the absolute minimum on the hardwood.

Why does he hang around the perimeter, dribble the air out of the ball, and launch ridiculous fallaway jumpers? Because it's *easier* than going inside and putting up with the banging in there. It takes less energy than driving to the hoop and possibly getting hit.

In fact, I've never seen a big man more terrified of the low block. After all, it takes more effort down amongst the trees; going one-on-one is infinitely easier than fighting for rebounding position. And why dunk when you can lay it softly off the backboard? Sure, a lot more shots get blocked that way, but, dont'cha know, dunking is hard, man!

What isn't hard, however, is making a big show of how improved you are, how much you've changed. Right, 7-Day? Or is it 1-in-5 (games in which you put forth effort), as one scout accurately said? Oh, you'll work like a dog when you get close to that triple-dub. It's those in-between games that are proving to be the problem.

How many times has Dray re-committed himself to better conditioning? Or to wanting to play inside? You know, that non pick-and-pop stuff you wanted so desperately. Give it to the big dog in the post! That's where you want the rock! Until the next game started, and you once again wandered around the perimeter like the Israelites in the desert.

The problem is that those of us who watch the Wizards regularly can't help but notice that Blatche is in his seventh year of sauntering up and down the court. Of watching helplessly as his man blows by him or backs him down. Of saying one thing and doing another. Fool us six times...

That's why Blatche deserves to be booed before he steps onto the court. It's because we know that he won't give 100%, or 90%, or 80%, or... We know he'll never get in condition during the offseason so he's not huffing and puffing after running the court for 10 minutes. We know he'll talk Manute Bol-big and play Muggsy Bogues-small.

As fans, we justifiably don't like players who we're sure won't give maximum effort for their $8 million. Dray hurts my team with his lazy attitude, his transparent attempts to curry favor with his pronouncements going into each season, his wasting of his ginormous talent -- a talent that could help my team greatly if it were applied with consistent vigor.

That's why I'll boo Blatche when he's introduced. I'll forgive mistakes and learning curves and lack of talent, if that player actually gives a crap and plays hard. But Blatche has stolen money and playing time from MY team for six-plus seasons now. Sorry, but I don't cheer thieves.

Andray Blatche sucks like a black hole. He's no good. At all. Here's the scouting report on him:

Andray Blatche is the softest player in the NBA. He thinks he's a ballerina with all his spins and pirouettes. His go-to move is the up-and-under reverse layup. Every player in the league knows he's going to do it, but Blatche keeps doing it, time after time. When he heads to the rim, he's going under and reversing, almost guaranteed. And since he never goes hard to the rim, he's easy to block.

When he gets the ball, he looks only to score. He's a ball-stopper of the first order. He loves to fade away on jumpers. He's afraid of contact, and simply hates to dunk, because he might get hit.

On defense, he's completely useless. He won't body up anyone. He doesn't show and pick and rolls, simply laying back and letting the offensive player do whatever he wants. He floats around on the interior, giving a half-hearted effort at best. He gets lost constantly, watching the action rather than his assigned man. He's ridiculously easy to drive around, as his poor lateral movement and lack of desire mean he's always a step late.

In short, Blatche is a terrible player. When he's on the court, it helps the other team. It's a good thing for them that Flip loves him so dearly, and rarely sits him.

Flip played McGee 18 minutes against the Suns on Sunday. Just sat him in the second half. This is part of the continuing misuse of JaVale by Saunders, who's well on his way to ruining the most athletic young center in the league.

It's simple -- every player on this team is allowed to make mistakes, except one. Blatche and Arenas are simply two of the worst defenders in the NBA - maybe the two worst, in fact. But they get plenty of minutes. Arenas can clang jumper after jumper, commit turnover after turnover, and fall asleep every defensive possession. Blatche can continue to shoot contested 20-foot fallaway jumpers, and dominate the ball, never looking to pass. He can continue to ignore defense.

Yi and Armstrong can continue to never impact a game in any significant way. And on and on and on. Mistakes by any player other than McGee are tolerated. McGee's are not. What is starting to happen, and what will happen more and more often, is that JaVale plays frightened, rather than aggressive. He knows that Flip is ready to grab the hook and sit him on the bench if he makes any kind of mistake -- even though his mistakes are almost always ones of aggression, something that's foreign to too many players on this team.

Because of this, he's playing his game less and less often. Never mind that he's improved a great deal this year. Never mind that he is, far and away, the Wiz' best inside player. Never mind that he impacts the game, mostly for good, every second he's on the floor. Flip simply can't overlook his mistakes, won't see the positives he brings. He won't let JaVale get better by letting him play through mistakes.

JaVale is far from a great player. But looking at his production, it's clear he's one of the Wiz' most valuable players. But Flip refuses to see it. Flip takes him out, for instance, normally halfway through the first quarter. That's ridiculous. It's clear Saunders wants an excuse to bench JaVale. Why, I have no idea.

What's galling here is that no one else -- and I mean NO ONE ELSE ON THE ROSTER -- gets treated like this. The double-standard is breathtaking. JaVale changes the game when he's in, with his shot-blocking, rebounding and defensive intimidation. But Flip still hates him for some reason.

Is it the whole "style over substance" thing? If so, what does he think of Wall's dancing? Again, double standard. Does he think he doesn't play hard enough? Bollocks -- he plays as hard as any Wizard, and considerably harder than most of his teammates. He has the HIGHEST productivity rating of any Wizard, according to 82games.com. A PER over 20, currently 7th-highest among all centers in the NBA. He's probably been, overall, the Wizards' best player this year.

But Flip is intent on destroying his confidence, for reasons known only to the man himself. Flip needs to stop the grade-school mindgames he's playing with this amazingly talented player, and let him continue to learn how to play the game without looking over his shoulder, wondering when he's going to be pulled for the incandescent likes of Yi and Armstrong.