It always sickens me that people want to talk about Karl the Statutory Rapist Malone and how sad it is that he never got that title, but it gave me a massive erection when he and Gary Payton were denied after L.A. assembled that dream team for the '03/'04 season (which should have been prevented), and Miller doesn't get the credit he deserves in that discussion.

As easy as it is to recall him putting daggers through N.Y. like that (among other squads over the years), my personal favorite memory of him was the '99 postseason, when the referees handed the Knicks the conference finals on a plate of shit and Mark Jackson was single-handedly giving the worst performance of any postseason player I've ever seen, Miller sat right up there on the press-conference podium at the end of the final loss and openly apologized to the state of Indiana and Pacers fans for his play in the series.

The catch is that he'd single-handedly kept them in that series by making every play possible, while the rest of his team - Smits, Jackson, et al - looked like horseshit, and then stood up at the end and took full responsibility for "failing" the fans. He was all balls.