I love Brad Miller because he's pretty much living the life I would be living if I too were a retired 7'1" multiple-time all-star center: live in the city I had the most success in with my way too young girlfriend, hang out around the arena on gameday getting absolutely plastered, sit in courtside seats apparently whenever I want because I'm a top ten player in the team's (local) franchise history, occasionally show up on the jumbotron being wacky (and drunk), and barely skirt multiple FCC violations during my token (drunken) postgame show appearances, and then rinsing and repeating the same experience every other day as my beard and long flowing hair continue to grow increasingly glorious.