I always had a soft spot for Chris Webber—I can’t help but like the guy, and I wish he could have gotten some kind of title. So much potential, so many flashes of brilliance. But never the unadulterated success.
I followed his career from high school. He was the best player (though not my favorite player) on the team that helped me fall in love with basketball. That counts for a lot on a personal level.
Could he coach some day? I don’t know.
Should he make the hall of fame? No.