By Jim Coffman
I wasn’t even tuned in the moment Chicago sports died.
I had bowed out of watching the Bulls knock off the 76ers a little earlier (when the game was in hand, of course) to prepare for the youth baseball game I was coaching later Saturday afternoon. (I know that as a sports commentator I shouldn’t have done that – but it was for the kids!) And so I didn’t see the play when Derrick Rose’s knee gave out on him.
But I’ve seen the video and I know exactly what Kendall Gill was talking about right after the game when he said he was just about sure that Rose had torn his ACL. (It wasn’t long thereafter that sources with the team confirmed it). There is a certain kind of jump stop, one I watched a long ago Glenbrook South High School point guard execute from only a few rows up, where when they subsequently go down clutching their knee you just know it’s the ACL.
And just like that Chicago’s best sporting hopes and dreams went up in flames. And they are probably gone forever. Because even if Rose can come back and be a star again – and let’s hear it for modern sports medicine giving us legitimate hopes – Rose won’t be the same kind of star.
Posted on April 30, 2012