Nenad Krstic used to be our friend

After we took a mild slap at Nenad in the previous post, we got a couple quick emails in taking us to task for it.

For example:

why you always cracking on nenad

he aint that bad you should watch the NETS

later

First of all, we’re not “always” cracking on Nenad. We’ve only done it like 20 times, and only when we write about him and/or the Nets and/or the lack of real centers in the NBA.

Thing is…there’s a reason for this. A real reason.

We used to be best friends with Nenad. Bear with us.

Several years ago, during our fourth go-round with the Peace Corps, we spent some time in Croatia. While building a hut for a well-known Croatian diplomat, we met a young, promising big man named Nenad Kristophersonbach.

He was crude in both basketball fundamentals and common sense, but we saw a spark in the young lad. We saw that certain something that let’s you know someone is a future halfway competent NBA player.

Knowing what we had on our hands, we immediately emailed our dad and asked him to email our uncle, who then emailed Chad Ford. Anyway, to make a long story short, after Nenad got to the NBA, we accidentally (KEY WORD) had sex with his girlfriend, and he’ll no longer speak to us.

That doesn’t change the fact that he still goes by the “star-making” reimagined last name we came up with for him, or that he still has the same hairstyle we told him he’d need to make it here in the States.

Look, the point of all this is that at one time we’d had plans for an awesome fan club for Nenad – one we obviously aren’t in position to run anymore. We are, however, sitting on a stack of the t-shirts we printed up for it.

Hit the fast-expanding YAYsports!/Who Shot Mamba? shop to check them out.