And not to talk too much about myself, since it's nobody's business, but I AM bipolar (which is the politically correct BS word for manic depressive), so like I said, don't lecture me about any of this crap. And actually, antidepressants are a popular treatment for it. All of the various treatments involve throwing stuff against the wall, and waiting to see what sticks. Including placebo.

Being a head case doesn't make a person arm himself for war on the way back home from the grocery store, and it doesn't make a person not bother to call up the boss before he decides he's simply not going to show up for work. The guy is simply a coddled irresponsible nut who, if his job was in the real world, would have been fired. If Gibson didn't suck so badly, they'd be looking for a trade partner.

West is no different than Ron Artest, who once got on the Rockets team bus wearing nothing but his underwear. For all we know, and somebody like Windhorst certainly will never spill the beans, West gets on the team bus nude.

And don't lecture me on anti-depressants.

I just don't know what it's like to live with a diagnosed mental illness…so I won't be West up except to say he might need to take a leave of absence.

It's why shrinks (like my folks) always tell people with West's issues "you have to take the medicine and keep taking it." The drugs work if you let them. The problem is that many patients stop– and you get what happened here.

Which also isn't surprising. It often takes 2-3 relapses (with results like this) to drive the point home. Patients just can't believe they haven't "gotten better"– that it's entirely the drugs keeping them under control– until they stop and the episodes happen again

What the Cavs need to do is to make West understand how very, very lucky he was– how close he came to disaster. In the heartbreaking cases, the patient gets off the meds and does something that can't be walked back– like drowning a baby– once they're stable again.