Ray Allen was right.
Simple sentence. Simple fact.
In life sometimes you need to know when to get out of Dodge (or in Ray Allen’s case, get out of Wellesley, which admittedly isn’t quite the same thing).
Sometimes you need to accept that leaving is not retreat. It’s really advancing to the rear (or advancing to South Beach, which certainly isn’t quite the same thing).
When Allen tired of annually being threatened by Danny Ainge with a trade to basketball purgatories such as Memphis, he dug in his personalized Air Jordan 13s and took a pay cut, deciding playing backup to Dwyane Wade was superior to playing backup to Avery Bradley. That’s like deciding playing backup to Bruce Springsteen is better than playing backup to the Jonas Brothers. Who could argue?