Livingston should have been point guard for a playoff team, tasked with guiding his squad through the first round — then on toward the ultimate goal, an NBA title.*
It should've been an easy road. Livingston was a skinny teenager from Peoria, Illi**is. He was the kid who had the giant afro. He was the kid who had the NBA scouts drooling, the one who didn't even need college to make the pros.*
Livingston did everything right. He was never an ego case, or a reckless knucklehead. He was cool and reserved, hard-working and earnest about becoming the transcendental point guard everyone saw within him.* Read more...