My silence up to this point about Sean May has nothing to do with my Tarheel roots (like the rest of us here, it's all about the Bobcats well-being with no other fanboyish biases allowed), and has everything about wondering why he was here in the first place. As excited as I was to see us draft Felton in '05, I was stymied by picking May later; there was a quick moment there where I was excited to have two Tarheel heroes coming aboard the Cats, but that was short lived because I knew that Sean May was damaged goods. I was wanting either Granger (who I remember watching play at New Mexico on ESPN's late night MWC games during that season going up against Bogut and others) or Gerald Green (the highschooler with "potential").
I knew that a healthy Sean would be a good fit for the Cats, but I knew that he already wasn't healthy after the championship run, and figured it was likely health, not necessarily conditioning, would plague him and shorten his career. Obviously, he disappointed the hell out of me with his playboy shenanigans as a local legend in the Chapel Hill and Charlotte nightclub scene, and generally giving the middle finger to conditioning. He should've known with a chronically bum knee, if he wanted to continue to earn a paycheck playing ball, he needed to take better care of himself and this he didn't do at all. So as far as Sean goes, my emotion is disappointment as opposed to anger which most of you, understandably and rightfully so, choose.
Ultimately I put the blame on Bernie though. How the hell did Sean pass predraft physicals? I saw him on campus one afternoon in April and he was limping for chrissakes. I don't know if he was taking cortizone shots or what, but the fact he had a bum knee wasn't discovered by the Cats staff at the time was an egregious error, and they, ultimately are the ones to blame....though nobody from that regime is still here are they?
Waive him. Don't waive him. Either way, the Sean May Experiment is winding down to a merciful close.