"Lookin' for love in all the wrong places, looking for love in all the wrong faces"

Dear Allen,

It's me your old buddy Davy Crockett. Come on down to the Alamo we got a street fight here. You might even be able to take them out considering all the warring you done in Philly. But ya know Allen, this may be the first time I ever saw a warrior carry himself out on his own shield.

I couldn't stand you for years Allen.  i wanted so bad to play pro ball...any ball..that I damn near killed myself and did get declared legally dead in Barcelona running with the bulls in 74 (well ok it was trotting with a midget and two basset hounds in Bakersfield but I did get a T-shirt)  I'm your size Allen. And over the years the hate turned to dislike to grudging admiration for you being so small and getting in there but then it started to hit me Allen. You blew it buddy.

You have talent in places most people don't even have toilet paper. But I started noticing things like "AI is the toughest little shit in the world...yep dislocated shoulder last night... out twelve years...NOPE BACK AND RUN 55 TONIGHT....and I mean everytime we turned around it was some overblown hype about AI. People don't lose an arm and their dick and play the next night and why would a team go to that great lengths to even bother to try and promote someone that way. That knawing feeling came back Allen. He won't practice, he's won't stop doing things to embarass himself and his team. Nobody wants to play with him.

I am within my own little mini version of the clump of dirt on a elephants back..a bit of an Allen iverson myself. I couldn't stay out of trouble if trouble shot gunned me and left town on a Concorde while I was unconcious so I know you Allen. Difference is man you have TALENT.

And you piss me off. Remember last last season when you went ape shit and actually played point guard like they drafted you to do all those years ago? You averaged like 17 assists over ten games or something and 25 points and shot like 54%??? I was here at the Alamo trying to tell Jim Bowie I had to go make a Pizza delivery when you did that. And I remember getting this warm feeling and think to myself  "he's 30...his mind has FINALLY caught up to his talent holy shit we got something here FINALLY.

Now here we are. Both of us seeing the hordes of gengis khan coming right down our faces. Once again the difference is Allen, I'm not at the Alamo. I'm just pretending to be. YOU GOT YOUR HALL OF FAME, YOUR LEGACY AND YOUR GOD DAMN "THUG EGO" AT STAKE HERE SON.

You can go out as a gunner who wouldn't team ball, who was selfish, who was damn near ghetto SSI retarded with nothing but god given talent between him and SSI, who was a cancer greater than his talent.  Are you bright enough to understand this Allen?  I hope to God so.

Carmelo Anthony is the man on that team suspension or not. JR is suprisingly coming into his own. You got something right there you never had in Philly. AND you got Camby still not in the ER (Knock on wood) and you got some guys. Matter of fact you got EASILY THREE times anything you ever played with in the NBA. The  choice for you Allen is the same the choice it's been since the day you were drafted to be the Sixers point guard. If you go troublemaking and want to play SG again you are dumber than a frigging :LLama trying to hump  a sweater. Your body is starting to break down. You got maybe 4 decent years left. Carnelo keeps them honest on the low side right and left sometimes. He's drive or go up. JR is high right and they know that sucker is shooting.  You got high left. They can't sag on you, you got tons more daylight in the trees than you ever had,  they drop you got left and right kick out and you got camby or someone ALWAY sliding down that right side baseline     for the tear drop alley oop. Be the point guard god made you to be Allen. You can get 15 assists a night and shoot 20 times and still score what you did cause you got quality shots.

They, the Nuggets will not fuck with your bullshit Allen.  They don't have to. They got youth and they didn't give up that much for you. That may be what your shell shocked about.  Nobody was selling Candy to raise money to get you Allen. You're damn lucky to ended up where you did.

This the best and last shot you will ever get Allen. Blow it and they're saving a spot for you on the wall at the Alamo. I traded a guy my coon skin cap for a shetland pony and told everyone I had to see a man about a dog. You can be a fool and go down in history as  someone who was a big gun but never got it done. Or you  have everyone thinking you're dead and talking about what might have been while you're actually at Rosarita beach with a honey telling her you're Billy the kid. Think about. it

 LOL late breaking news: I just can't wipe the grin off myface...one his way out the door Allen took one last shot  (until he gets the phone working the plane of course) at  Philly and said he didn't  ask for a trade/.  All he asked them to do was get their head out of their ass and stop playing out of control. HAHAHAHAHAHAA  I'd good money  for a copy of that conversation between AI and the owner.  Damn  Allen.  Could't let your skirttails get out of town before you had to do  one last hoodrat drive by diss right? LOLOLOLOL