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Nobody Loves Martell

Hate to say it, but it's true.

When Brandon went down, there was basically a city-wide candelight vigil.

When Greg went down, this site's readership collectively re-worked their workout plans, losing something like 12,000 pounds (or 4 Robert Traylors, for those of you who use the metric system).

When Frye went down, it wasn't quite as drastic but there was definitely some mourning. A LOT of "get well soon, channing!!!!! xoxooxxoo" were flying around.

When Steve Blake went down, well... it's Steve Blake. No one, ever, has gotten worked up over Steve Blake. That's why he's Steve Blake. That's why I love him.

When Rudy twisted an ankle last night? There were 27 cardiac failures reported and the rest of the crowd that survived gathered together the largest chant of the night: "RUDY RUDY RUDY" until he got up.

But when Martell goes down? No one seems to care at all.

He's out 8 to 12 weeks.

We won't be seeing him until 2009.

He's our starting 3, he was better-than-average trade bait, he's a good locker room guy, and he seemed more confident than ever (poised for a breakout?).

This is trouble. This isn't good. But, if a stress fracture happens in the woods, does it make a sound?

What's the deal with that? Help me out, I don't get it....

Maybe we're just desensitized to violence?

For the record, I don't love Martell, but I was finally starting to really appreciate what he brings to the table. And it's a lot.

-- Ben (