We don't know about you, but when we were 19, we made some pretty indefensible decisions. Baking a pizza while blind drunk, then forgetting about it, causing the NYC fire department to evacuate our girlfriend's dorm while we were passed out in her bed comes to mind.

Surely our city's sports columnists made similarly idiotic choices in their final year of teenagerdom.

Yet the entire Seattle sports community is reading their Spencer Hawes-o-scopes, trying to determine if the 19-year-old freshman forward will decide to declare for the NBA draft (the deadline is April 29th) and reap the many $$$ he'll get as a lottery pick, or stay at Washington for another year of college ball.

We see two problems with this. One is the aforementioned "who the poo can figure out what any 19-year-old will do" issue.

Second is the fact that no one other that Hawes, his folks, his friends, and maybe the UW coaches really know what's driving his decision.

Does he care about money?

Does he care about getting a college degree?

Does he care about winning an NCAA championship?

Does he fear getting injured?

Does he fear a Glen Davis-like draft stock nosedive?

Does he have some girl he wants to stay with?

Who knows? None of the local writers seem to have answers to any of these questions. (Bummer--if this were NYC, they'd at least have made something up)

So our plan, if you care, is to not stress about this, or hope one way or the other. He'll make his decision, whatever it is, and people will pro and con it to death.

But it is an interesting question. We think if we had been 19, and had guaranteed millions looking at us, we'd probably take the money. But knowing what we know now, we wouldn't have wanted to spend our early 20s playing 82 NBA games a year, traveling to a different city practically every night, when we could be in college, partying with sorority chicks, and possibly winning an NCAA championship. Still--$9 million?

Nah, we think if we could choose for Hawes, we'd stay in school. What about you?