Fortunately the Bobcats’ season remains the only thing in a vegetative state. Michael Kidd-Gilchrist had to be carted off in a stretcher after whacking his head on teammate Jeff Taylor’s hip and/or knee, but as of this morning he appears to have suffered nothing more than a bad concussion. Other than in pro wrestling, it’s never fun to see the paramedics running out with those wheeled gurneys and the neck brace, as they did last night while MKG lay motionless on the court. It all happened in typical MKG fashion, too: he was hustling to try to block Toney Douglas on a driving layup, there was contact, and he fell back into a trailing Taylor.
One of the concerns with MKG was that his rugged play would lead to chronic injuries and an ultimately shortened career, and here we are. He’s already scratched his cornea and gotten a brutal concussion after just 46 games; at this rate, by year 3 he’s going to be playing with a hook and a peg-leg. Of course, I and I’m pretty sure everyone else loves MKG—he’s on pace to capture that place in our hearts that Gerald Wallace still dives around in—so let’s hope little Crash, Jr. can come back soon and be less effective at identifying new ways to maim himself.