From co-rookies to co-retirees, for two of the greatest of their generation the sun has set on their careers, which is appropriate, since both are former Suns. Grant Hill determined he was over the hill, declaring his departure over the air on TNT Saturday, June 1. Jason Kidd realized he wasn't a kid anymore over the same weekend, after attending a wedding, following Hill the following Monday. Selected one pick apart in the 1994 draft, they showed they're still in lock-step - even if they're a step slower - 19 years later.
Time is the only thing that passed as consistently as Kidd, seemingly sculpted of Stockton stock, sans short shorts. Kidd stood out for sharing in an era of selfish point guards. He was a throwback who didn't hesitate to throw Games are divided by quarters, however Kidd's games were united by dimes. He also stole like a member of The Bling Ring. Hill was poised, as a point-forward, to be the statistical and spiritual successor to Magic Johnson, with a personality as polished as his game. He could set up shooters or score as smoothly as he could sell soda or sneakers (or, more recently, social messages). They controlled offenses, but beyond Hill's control were a concerning collection injuries, which claimed close to 500 games. The ex-Blue Devil had a devil of a time staying healthy.
What's tremendous and true about the twosome is their talent was exceeded by their toil. Hill worked hard to rehab, Kidd to develop a jumper. Hill rose again in Phoenix, like, well, a phoenix, while Kidd rose the historically hapless Nets to consecutive trips to the Finals. These guys were walking triple-doubles and it's wonderful that they're walking away on their own terms, under their own power. Enjoy the stroll to Springfield, sirs.
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