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S.L. Price on Dwyane Wade

Do yourself a favor and make time to read the entire Dwyane Wade story from Sports Illustrated. It's the now the definitive Dwyane Wade article. An excerpt:

It's easy, when taking stock of Dwyane Wade, to take him at face value. He speaks softly, smiles sweetly (yes, Tragil taught him that too) and trails a litany of praise from teammates and opponents that usually includes words like humble, quiet and polite. Did you know he married his high school sweetheart? That he tithes to his church? It's easy to mistake him for some unflappable choirboy, untainted by the modern star's usual cocktail of ego and insecurity. But then most people don't know that Wade got his first technical foul in high school for giving the opposing crowd the finger as he ran upcourt after blocking a shot; don't know that he got so insulted by all the attention paid LeBron James and Carmelo Anthony at the 2004 All-Star rookie game that he played "angry" the rest of that season ("I was like a third wheel," he says. "It was, like, Move out of the way, Dwyane, let Carmelo and LeBron take a picture. I felt slighted. I thought, I can be on these guys' level, so what am I going to do to get there?"); don't know that he wore his any more doubters? T-shirt so often after the Heat's championship run that his sister had to tell him to stop.

Bear with me on this analogy: Wade's character is like the meanest pasta machine you ever saw. Everything comes out of the front in the proper, pre-ordained shapes and sizes like everybody likes and is used to. But that engine in there? It's ghetto tested and slows for nothing.

Pasta maker