It’s true, watching Gilbert Arenas play basketball makes me forget about all of life’s petty indignities, but I’m still not convinced. Is there something bigger at stake here?

Friend, consider this: When you look back on 2003, will you tell your kids you didn’t lift a finger while Gil walked out the door? Or will you tell them you were part of that mighty populist movement, that sweating, cheering, mass of humanity, that roaring groundswell of goodwill and politesse known only as: “Gil Don’t Go!”