It didn’t matter that Carlos Boozer had been dominating all night. Luol Deng’s favorable matchup on the wing was inconsequential. Hell, if Michael Jordan was in his prime and standing unguarded at the free throw line, he still wouldn’t have passed. As soon as he stole the ball, there was no doubt that Nate Robinson was going to take the last shot.
On Thursday night, Robinson’s rushed, contested floater went in, capping off a tremendous Chicago comeback against the Brooklyn Nets. But for every successful moment of brilliance that Nate produces, there are at least five, head-scratchingly awful ones. It’s what has caused him to bounce between five teams in the last six years. It’s also what has led to him becoming a fan-favorite during each of these stints.
Nate Robinson’s confidence outweighs his composure. His talent is often overshadowed by his immaturity. He can make you jump for joy and shake your head in disappointment within the same offensive set. He’s a 5’ 9” representation of the dichotomy of man.






