Is Kevin Garnett Ruining His Legacy?

When you think of the greatest players in the history of the NBA, Jerry West, Oscar Robertson, Michael Jordan, and Magic Johnson first come to mind. But amongst this list of greats, we shouldn’t overlook Kevin Garnett. No, he’s not the best player ever, but his talent and amount of time in the league shouldn’t be discounted. Or, as we’ve seen since Garnett joined the Boston Celtics, his ability to spout off insults at a moment’s notice at whatever player is in the immediate vicinity. As he starts his 16th season in the NBA, many are starting to wonder: is it time for Garnett and his volatile attitude to move on from basketball?

In July 2007, 12 years into an impressive NBA career, Garnett was traded from the Minnesota Timberwolves to the Boston Celtics in exchange for Al Jefferson, Ryan Gomes, Gerald Green, Theo Ratliff, Boston’s 2009 first-round draft pick (top 3 protected), the 2009 first-round pick Minnesota had traded to Boston in the Ricky Davis-Wally Szczerbiak trade of 2006, and the ever-present ‘cash considerations’. This move marked the single biggest trade for a single player in NBA history.

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I Forgive You, LeBron James

I haven’t been very nice to you, LeBron James.

I savored your post-Decision fall from grace as a morality play on hardwood. You with Chosen 1 inked to your back had to flee your own state. I wrote some harsh words about you this July for slamming your legacy harder than one of your vintage Tomahawk jams.

Maybe you read it, LeBron. You did warn you took names all summer. So, in the unlikely event you checked out ProseBeforeHos, Mr. James I hope you a) enjoyed the cute koala pictures and b) remember you have only yourself to blame.

You did it to yourself, LeBron. You panicked about the rings. Jordan won his first by now. Kobe just won one for the thumb. You looked over your shoulder and couldn’t shake the specter of Kevin Garnett’s ringless Minnesota years. All the while, a 22-year-old Kevin Durant assembles a burgeoning dynasty-in-the-making out in Oklahoma City.

You talked too much, too. You called fans and family “spoiled” with your play after you were thrashed by an aging Boston Celtics team for yet another early playoff exit. You pulled out the race card when CNN’s Soledad O’Brien asked about LeBacklash. Take a page from Michael Jordan’s political playbook. It’s short: a few milquetoast one-liners that mean absolutely nothing.
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To An Athlete Dying Old – Chipper Jones

Maybe it is because he’s lean, mean, and lets his weapon do the talking. Or maybe it is because TBS used to play all the Western movies on repeat. But whatever it is, I’ve always thought of Chipper Jones as the Clint Eastwood of baseball.

Clint Eastwood said goodbye to the West in the Oscar-winning “Unforgiven”. His skin is leathered over after years under the searing Western sun. His morals shot after decades of gunfights. The Man With No Name is just another weathered cowboy. “I’m just a fella now,” he reflects. “I ain’t no different than anyone else no more.”
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Why You Should Always Wear Dark Hues At The Strip Club

Damn:

I went to this nasty strip club with the Torry Brothers one time in East St. Louis. I don’t even think white people are even allowed in this place. There was Guy and his brother Joe, the one from Poetic Justice. We’re in this club and Guy’s sitting there in his white sweatshirt, getting a lap dance. So this girl’s dancing and dancing on him — she’s got a big ol’ ass and she’s moving his head and stuff, grinding on his chest, up and down, back to his midsection, grinding and grinding on him.

It’s cool. We get out of there alive and we’re driving back and Guy starts sniffing really loud. Over and over again. He looks down and he has shit marks on his white sweatshirt. Motherfucker, I laughed until I could laugh no longer. I think I peed on myself. I swear, I had to get out of the truck and pee. The motherfucker had skid marks all over his white sweat shirt.

Being Lebron James In July 2010

Imagine you woke up this morning as LeBron James. You are America’s best and most beloved athlete. You are so famous the President says he’s you: “I’m LeBron, baby. I can play on this level. I got some game.” The press is literally calling this is the Summer Of You. You are 25 years old, and you are on the market. It’s good to be King. You report on the set for your first Hollywood movie in a couple weeks.