Saturday, July 18, 2009

Where Are They Now: Steve Francis

(LOL @ me looking at this pic and thinking Steve's arm was hers. Big wide ass fingers and shit. I was about dumb out on her for having Ninja Turtle hands.)

The hell happened to Steve Francis? Damn. 32 and washed up and smoked up. I swear great basketball players of the last generation used to be great into their mid-thirties and didn't start declining until their late thirties. Meanwhile Iverson, Marbury, Francis, Antoine Walker all stink and nobody wants them or has wanted them really since they were thirty. Football players lasted longer than them and they're professional crash dummies for a living. Jesus, Brett Favre's arm is held together by a piece of bubble gum and chicken wire and people still fly to Mississippi to coerce him out of retirement and he's like 50 and these cats can't get a run in at the local Y. Shameful. I'm mad Steve Francis won't change his game and I'm mad that he looks like K-Ci or JoJo, whichever one that weighs like 95 pounds and has the noticeable drug problem.

Sad thing is that Memphis Grizzlies didn't even want Antoine Walker or Steve Francis in the past year. Now that's saying something. The Los Angeles Clippers are who the Memphis Grizzlies want to be when they grow up. The Grizzlies are so bad Canada didn't want them and there ain't shit to do in Canada at all. Kurt Angle (while in Vancouver) famously joked: "In Canada, you can't even have a barbecue in your backyard without being attacked by a moose or even a grizzly bar. Then again the Grizzlies don't beat anyone here in Vancouver, oh it's true, it's true." The Grizzlies need bodies like the Army needs bodies and THIS is the squad that felt Walker and Francis were below them?

Yall dudes, man I swear.

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