In the summer of 2012, when Anthony Davis was 18 years old and just a year out of high school, he was the last-minute, after-thought addition to the US Olympic team after some big guy got hurt. He was everyone's "little brother" and his team mates loved him... always passing him the ball when the game was long-since won .. and urging him to shoot.
Oddly, I spent a lot of time with him in London -- for some odd reason, having breakfast with him frequently. He was the nicest young man. Unfailingly polite, and interested in what other people had to think and say. As a result, I have rooted for him ever since. I think he has gotten a bad rap recently because of his desire to be with a winning team. After seven years of playing his heart out in New Orleans (where ownership has done nothing to improve the team), I think he has earned the right to want to play for a better team.