I’m not going to call the locker room scene after Washington’s second loss to Detroit in as many nights on Saturday interesting. It wasn’t exactly a sad place. It wasn’t exactly unique. I don’t know what it was. And I’m pretty sure the players don’t know either. But it was something.
Kevin Seraphin sat crouched on the floor, only in his game shorts, next to a seated and suited (and currently indefinitely injured) Trevor Booker at his locker. Cartier Martin, with an adjacent locker, seemed to be part of a trio rapping about the days problems with concern, wondering about a fractured locker room. In reality, and in all likelihood, basketball was probably the furthest topic from their discussions. Or maybe they were talking about waived teammates.
Shaun Livingston was already dressed and ready to exit by the time the media was allowed access to the Wizards’ locker room. Earl Barron was scrambling to gather his things. Minutes later, the news would surface that both had been cut. The Washington Post’s Michael Lee knew, evidently, as he chased Livingston around the corner for one last interview.
John Wall had already exited the locker room, in a suit that actually fits him (his suit game has really excelled during these injured times). Nene sat near his massive, standard post-game ice bucket, still in uniform, looking rather depressed (or embarrassed). Bradley Beal provided his prerequisite “first thank God and Jesus Christ for blessing me with this opportunity” before answering the first question posed by the press. (Nene eschewed giving God a shout-out before speaking on this particular night; normally, he does not.) Martell Webster looked weary and worn out, ready to appreciate two days off with his family. Jordan Crawford donned his shades full of steez before meeting the media—normally, this season, Crawford has made sure to remove his glasses before talking post-game. Not this night.