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Michael Redd: Knicks pull off a Game 4 W for the ages. My takeaways: -The Spurs need a heartbreak to prep for their eventual Championship, and tonight was it. Every great team has gone through this. They'll cry in the locker room tonight and be better for it in the coming seasons -I never felt SAS' lead was safe. The Knicks are the more mature team, they're physical, and they smell blood when it's in the water. You can't let a team like that hang around. You gotta kill them off fully -Experience is trumping talent in this series. The Spurs are the most talented team left, but the "somewhat" talented, ultra-experienced extremely gritty Knicks know how to close. Last year's heartbreak, imo, against Indiana built this -Beat the Spurs now. Because Wemby and Dylan Harper for the next 10 years is scary.
Michael Redd: Has this ever happened to any of you or only me? Someone is speaking (or posting) expertly about subjects. You assume they know what their talking about (they sound so sure of themselves!) and start looking at them as a source of news/info/knowledge. One day, though, they start talking/tweeting definitively about something you're actually an expert in, say, hoops. And, well, they're speaking as if they're knowledgable, but it's so clear they aren't actually experts. In fact, they don't know a lot. Now, you go back and have to reconsider everything they've ever said because, clearly, they're good at faking expertise. And you see it and it's obvious in retrospect. It's all been bravado and 101 knowledge, at best, and opinions masquerading as expertise. What a letdown.
Michael Redd: Saw it's the NBA equipment manager conference in Chicago. Let me tell you... Equipment managers are every team's unsung heroes. They help players in every way and, often, put them above their own families. Lot of respect for the guys who helped me with everything from washing my jersey and keeping my favorite sneakers at the ready, to making sure my wife found her seat OK and that my charity event went off without a hitch. The amount of work put in, vs the amount of financial reward, is staggering. So, appreciate y'all!
Michael Redd: This will shock you, but let's talk about it. Someone recently asked me which, out my dozen NBA season, was my favorite. Most of you are probably thinking some time between 2003 and 2008, some time between becoming the unquestioned No, 1 option for Milwaukee, making an All-Star game, and winning a Gold medal. That's not it, though. My fave season, the one I think back to the most, is my rookie season! Yeah, I barely played in games that season. The only treatment I needed that season was for bench splinters. So...why? Well, first off, I valued not playing. I valued learning from proven pros like Ray Allen, Glenn Robinson, Sam Cassell, Lindsey Hunter, Tim Thomas and, of course, Coach Karl. Getting to practice with them, getting a courtside seat to see them, made me a better player. I wanted to play, but I was a second round pick on a stacked roster. I took all I could out of that season.
This will shock you, but let's talk about it.
— Michael Redd (@MichaelRedd_) March 26, 2026
Someone recently asked me which, out my dozen NBA season, was my favorite.
Most of you are probably thinking some time between 2003 and 2008, some time between becoming the unquestioned No, 1 option for Milwaukee, making an All-Star… pic.twitter.com/aZOMkNtkO3
Michael Redd: Does Lauri Markkanen’s career arc have a precedent? Just a remarkable player with a remarkably unique career of down and ups and false starts and restarts and tanking and, now, two All-Star games like four years apart. Salute to Lauri and here’s to many more up years!
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Michael Redd: My career is already a ghost, a shadow to the now. I've embraced that and am totally cool with it. If I tried hanging onto it, I'd be bothered. But I don't let it and, if anything, am pleasantly surprised when people do recall my game and name. That's why my journey into social has been more fun than not. I'm cool with not being known for what I did, but for the hoop (+biz) education and NBA love I'm sharing in the now. Don't get caught up in all this faux talk, Travonne. It's a losing battle. Just share knowledge, spread love, and life happily irl.
Michael Redd: Jason Kidd. Steph Marbury. Allen Iverson. Shoot, Jay Williams. Not comparing DP to any of them, but to say we haven’t had “generational” guard prospects is a hot (and short term memory) take. That said, this 2026 class is looking elite!
Allan Houston: In the 90s, I still think someone should do something on this — that our position in that decade, I don’t know if there’s ever been another era, at least for the two-guard position. You go down all the names — Mitch Richmond, Michael Jordan, Reggie Miller, AI, Stackhouse, Ray Allen, Steve Smith, Rip Hamilton, Michael Redd — just keep going. Every single night that position was really trying to own their space, and you had to do it in so many different ways. With Reggie you had to guard him differently than Michael Jordan, Mitch Richmond, or J.R. Rider. The individual matchups every night at that position are what I miss — and what basketball misses. It’s just that shooting guard battle. Those matchups, and the way we had to score, that’s what’s missing. The game’s smarter and more efficient now, but I’m not sure it’s as fun to watch.
Michael Redd: As you may have known, I tore my ACL back in 2009, 2010—back-to-back years here in Milwaukee. Unfortunately, freak accident—on Luke Ridnour's foot the first time. And then in L.A., posting up Kobe, I tore it again. I continued to play a couple more seasons after that. The maintenance to continue to work on that was tough. And then I had kids, you know, who were growing up, and I wanted to be a part of their lives—kindergarten and on. I had a chance to keep playing. My agent called me and said a number of teams wanted my services when I was a free agent after the Phoenix year. And I went to my son’s room, and he was playing video games. I said, 'Daddy has a chance to continue to play. Should I play?' He started crying—'No, Daddy, no!' He's used to me being home. I called my agent and said, 'It's a wrap. It's over.' He said, 'You sure? You can make this one.' I said, 'No. It’s over. It’s a wrap.'
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Michael Redd: And when you have a family, your love for the game wanes, because now you have your wife and your kids who take priority. All the more—although they’re understanding of your sacrifice to the game and everything—but still, you only get one chance, right? As a father. And you don't want to miss moments. So I was able to have a long career while my kids were still small. And then, as they were growing, I didn’t want to miss their moments. And I felt like that was more of a value for me."
Michael Redd: We were getting ready to play the Atlanta Hawks, and I had always known the voice of God. During a pregame nap, I heard His voice share with me internally, 'Get up and pray.' So, I got up and started praying. Then, a grace filled the room, something I had never felt before. The love of God entered that room as I prayed, and it changed my life forever. I’ll never forget it. From that point on, I saw the world differently and just saw life differently. That moment propelled me forward—it really did. My teammates even noticed. They’d say, ‘There’s such a change in you—in how you behave, how you look, how you speak. Everything seems different.’ From that moment on, my perspective shifted."
Michael Redd: I never really experienced the celebrity aspect of Michael Redd from a carnal standpoint. I was locked in. It was all about advancing the kingdom. I asked myself, ‘How can I lead Bible studies? How can I share my faith?’ What always continued to happen in my life was this push to stay in the presence of God, to become more conformed to the image and likeness of Christ. That moment in Atlanta was about God preparing me to become more like His Son.
Jim Paschke: Whenever Giannis heard about Michael Redd’s franchise high 57 vs Utah, he would always whisper, “I will beat that.” Tonight he no longer has to whisper!