There is a Chris Rock bit about how some dudes want credit for doing things that they're supposed to do in the first place.
-I take care of my kids!
-You're supposed to, you dumb mothafucka! What kind of ignorant shit is that?
-I ain't never been to jail!
-What do you want, a cookie? You're not supposed to go to jail, you low expectation-having mothafucka!
Guess what, Mr. Kidd? You want credit for having played in all those games with your Nets teammates? You're supposed to do that. You get paid millions of dollars to do that. So yes, you are supposed to play in every game where you are healthy enough to do so. One month into the season is a little fucking early to throw in the towel, is it not? You're supposed to be the fucking captain of this team, the fucking leader, right? So fucking lead. Don't set an example that being a whiny little bitch is acceptable in the Swamp. It's bad enough Vince exemplifies that shit in games, now you're gonna take it to a whole new level off the court?
You are thirty-fucking-four years old, Mr. Kidd; acting like a petulant eight-year-old does not fucking suit you.
The information is "conflicting" as of this moment. So I shall reserve final judgment on the situation until the facts come out. For all intents and purposes, throw a big fucking "If" at the top of this post, and scatter question marks and "hypothetically"'s here and there. But one thing is certain- the type of shit being speculated about is lame. It poisons locker rooms and makes poor impressions on young players in those locker rooms.
I sincerely hope this is just media fabrication. Because there is still that part of me that wants to be a naive sports fan, and look up to the players on the teams that I root for as heroes. The verdict is on Eli Manning and A-Job- they will never be heroes. But Jason Kidd....Jason Kidd still had that in him for me. He still brought hope. The tireless efforts on the court, ability to make everyone around him better, and the way he could change the course of a game when he put his mind to it....don't kill it for me. Hell, don't kill it for RJ. If this crap is true, RJ's heart must be broken into a million pieces. As it should be. It's fucking December. The Captain should have a little faith, or at least a little resolve.
At the very very least, he should have the decency to show up to the fucking games.
UPDATE: Yes, it appears I spoke too soon. Whatever. Just be happy I'm posting again.
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Hey now, don't drag Eli into this!