I have no shame in admitting that Michael Beasley was probably my favorite player on the Houston Rockets last season. At times, he looked like the team’s second best player. I tweeted sometime late in the year, when the “tank or playoffs?” debate was raging, that I wanted the Rockets to make the postseason for no other reason than to ensure four more games of watching Beasley. I was only partially kidding. Yes, I had given up on the year, but there were times when I’d flip away to a different channel unless Beasley was playing. I found him that entertaining.
Reflecting back on the Michael Beasley era
