The 25-year-old Anthony was full of contradictions. He was legitimately a tough guy—who came to practice with a hockey helmet and his jaw wired shut the day after shattering his teeth, breaking his chin, and fracturing his mandible at UNLV in 1990—but tried too hard to be a Tough Guy. He was someone who mistakenly left a loaded gun in the Knicks’ weight room after practice, but often became gun-shy when confronted about his shortcomings.
