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This is sooo funny to me because every year AI throws a big event over the weekend here in DC during the summer and I have NEVER EVER seen his wife at of the events year after year. Alot of these NBA players wives just sit at home, make baby after baby, never attend social events with their husbands, while their husbands are in various states partying it up with numerous women in clubs and hotels..this is joke.
cONGRATS to them, but don't they have like 5 already? Damn A.I. f-cking jack rabbit lol!!
Anywho the baby is a doll, I think the baby is cute (smh at black folks talking about someone's baby).
And the child's mother is adorable as well, she isn't a manufactured Hollywood woman, all natural looking.
Also if Allen liked her then good for him. I loves me some Allen though Jesus lol!!
I say MTO is lying through their teeth. Where is the proof, because 1st of all that is a very very old picture of the two of them. The baby is truly a cutie pie. GOD don't make ugly children. Everything that God does is beautiful in my eyes. Also as far as the comments about his hand being around her neck they are smiling and laughing WTF.. N.Y.G.G.A.H.S
I am the biggest Allen Iverson fan, and I know that he and Tawanna Iverson have been together forever...since high school. Although I agree that she is NOT a beauty, and I think it's great that he's stuck with her for so long. Obviously she loves him even after being thrown out of her own house "butt naked." I must say though, I may be her choice not to attend events with him. My cousin and I hung out with A.I. and his entourage during an All Star game in Houston. He cooler than a fan!
I think it makes a huge statement that athletes/entertainers may run through and fcuk these video model chicks and Hollywood broads, but when it comes time to wife someone up, they go for the down, around the way girl....Usher, A.I. and a lot of others have....When you are with someone for the long haul, its about who is going to have your back years down the road more than it is about who your boys think is a banger today...
Anyhow congratulations to them on their beautiful new baby
@esotericdredz THANK U, U TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH PEOPLE JUST DON'T SEE THAT IT AINT ALL ABOUT LOOKS ALL THE TIME IM 15 AND I LOOK AT LOOKS BUT THATS JUST BECUZ IM A TEENAGER AND MOST TEENS DO BUT I KNOW WHEN IM GROWN THATS PROBABLY GOIN TO STOP BEING THE #1 THING AND IM JUST GON MAKE SURE THAT THE MAN LOVES ME AND CARES FOR ME AND HAS MY BACK AND ALL THAT
Then yall ask why theres no good ni66az out there. Theres plenty of real dudes out there. They just want no part of yall hatin, superficial, nothin positive to say a$$es.
And "NO IM NOT TALKIN ABOUT BLACK WOMEN" I'm talkin about these hatin hoez makin negative hateful comments towards another mans wife. If it aint you, then my comments dont apply.
Congrats to AI and his wife though! Maybe if yall hatin hoez start actin right, and quit bein so negative Yall could be someones wife one day.
@Timbsbehalfwaynew---I agree, but you know mediatakeout put this pic on here to start some [EXPLETIVE] . I have seen her around in Philly she's not retarted nor is she ugly !! Google her name and a few nice pics will come up of her . Why attack her? She wanted him when his under arms was smelling and didn't have any electricity,sp why wouldn't he wnant now that he has "underarm care" and light on!!!I help this last baby help him grow up , he needs to be commited to her !!!
@ Lexia she wanted a divorce twice her ein Philly and he did everything in his power to stop it . Yes she was hesitaing to move to Denver , then she finally did , but it wasn't never a problem for her to move to Atl!! So much hear-say and Tawanna nor Ai never say it their selves !!! The world is full of "bitter-angry" women !!! Congats on the 5th baby. Now Tiaura, Deuce, Isiah, and Messiah has a new little sister !!!
I know that's an old pic of his wife, but every time I've seen a picture of that girl she looks like one of those women who've been in prison for ten years. She'd look cute with some makeup and clothes that are actually meant for girls.
On another note @njadonis, I too have been to AI's celebrity weekends in DC and I have never seen him with his wife, the last time he went he sent one of his boys over to talk to me and try to get me to come to his table but I knew he was married so I was like no there's no point. The way he parties you would never know he has a wife and kids.
wowzers...sounds like he had it ruff growing up-
Allen Iverson witnessed his first murder when he was 8: one moment he was sitting on the steps in front of the house with his friend, and the next moment his friend was bleeding to death from a gunshot wound.
Allen Iverson's past is a series of deaths, replaying over and over again and occasionally supplemented by the latest victim, and the only sound is that of a basketball bouncing, quickening and slowing like some macabre, pace-setting drum. He was born to a single, painfully alone 15-year old girl in 1975. Iverson's estranged biological father, hardly a factor in his life, is currrently incarcerated, after having pleaded guilty to repeatedly stabbing a girlfriend. They say Allen Iverson could fill a gym with spectators by the age of 9, so precocious, so determined was he when set to athletic competition.
Coming home, no lights, no food, sometimes no water. Then when there was water, no hot water. Living in a house where the sewer was busted under the house and having to watch my sister walk around in her socks all day because the floor was wet from the sewage. The smell was making my sister sick. At 16, Iverson's role model and best friend was stabbed to death by his girlfriend. It was a hard year for Iverson: 7 more of his friends would die in the streets within a 12-month span. His basketball coach began to worry about the long hours Iverson kept, and about his role in a shooting at a hotel party, in which one man was killed. It was in his junior year of high school that he became caught up in a racially-charged melee at a bowling alley; he was arrested and sentenced to time on the Hampton work farm in Newport News, Va., despite pleas from community leaders who found it suspicious that only black youths were arrested for what was essentially a small-scale riot. This pressure from the community resulted in Iverson's being pardoned by governor L. Douglas Wilder after 4 months time served.
I'll always remember what those people did to me in Hampton. And I think about it because that's one of the reasons I'm here right now. It just made me stronger... When I was incarcerated, I prayed and I learned from other guys in there. That's what I did mostly -- I just listened. A lot of the inmates in there knew me before I got there, and when I came there, all of them were just standing around quiet, just looking at me. And I was scared. I was only 18 years old, and all of them were staring at me. And all the older inmates were like, "We're going to take care of you." And they'd always tell me I was going to get out, and I was going to do something. And I tried to keep my head straight. I remember right before I got locked up, I asked my grandma, "If God knows I didn't do what they accused me of doing, why is he letting this happen to me?" And I'll never forget it. She said, "Never question what God does." And after that, I never did again. After completing his high school education at a facility catering to troubled youths, Iverson followed a basketball scholarship to Georgetown, where he'd major in fine arts. A slight 6'0, 165lb., he immediately reinvigorated the basketball program, and made it a winner. And the more he won, the more frequent were the road-game heckles of "Jailbird, jailbird!" Meanwhile, Michael Freeman, his mother's longtime boyfriend, and a man who'd always been good to Iverson, was serving time for intent to distribute cocaine. "I didn't buy cadillacs and diamond rings," says Freeman, "I was payin' bills." Iverson's sister had an increasingly more debilitating neurological disorder, perhaps exacerbated by so many sewage leaks. Of course, they had no money with which to seek treatment, and her seizures became increasingly regular. Iverson left Georgetown after two years, as soon as he could command a salary in the NBA. He took his family out of the ghetto, and began to supplement the incomes of 7 friends of his, with whom he'd once made a pact: "if one gets out, we all get out." The "Ra" wristband Iverson touched methodically before each free throw during the 2001-2002 season was in honor of one of these 7, Rahsaan "Ra" Langford, who was shot to death in a bar shortly before the onset of the season.
96-97 was Iverson's rookie season: his honors included the NBA Rookie of the year, MVP of the Rookie Game, and the rookie record of 5-consecutive 40-point games, placing 6th in the NBA in scoring overall at 23.5. By 98-99, Iverson was the most prolific scorer in the game. In 00-01, his 31.1 points per game made him the NBA's Most Valuable Player.
A vehement supporter of the Boys and Girls Club, Iverson became the plaything of the Philadelphia press in July 2002, when charges of illegal weapons possession and the making of "terroristic threats" were brought against him ensuing a domestic dispute with his wife. His wife's cousin charges that an agitated Iverson forced his way into his home in search of his wife, and made threatening remarks; he further claims that Iverson had a gun in his waistband, though he never drew or made reference to it. It became national news when the police reported (or purportedly reported) discovering bloodstains in Iverson's car. But it wasn't long before the "bloodstains" were revealed to be merely stains, ostensibly the result of the backseat carelessness of Iverson's 3 and 5 year old children.
Allen Iverson lives in a world in which everyone is a foot taller than he is. Despite this glaring disadvantage, he continues to struggle to stay above an unyielding, harrowing past, a past that haunts him like so many dead friends. "ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE", "FEAR NO ONE", "HOLD MY OWN", "STRENGTH", "LOYALTY"--all of this etched into the flesh of Allen Iverson. The most tattooed man in the NBA remembers the lessons of a trying life by staining them into his skin. There is some irony in that Iverson, at one point in his life, might have been shot to death if he'd knocked furiously on a door while unarmed; now, he's prosecuted for the light that fame shines upon him, and while his money makes him physically safe, an over-tattoed black ex-con millionaire makes for an easy mark in a bogus civil suit, as well as an effective demonizing oft-discussed infuriating racially-divisive drama.
Whether or not Allen Iverson can acclimate himself to his fame and fortune remains to be seen; afterall, he comes from a world in which only the dead go unarmed. But he is close, so very close, to turning the impossible upon itself, and finally separating himself from the misery and confusion of his youth. Whether or not the damage is irrevocable, that is the question.
i'm wondering if this is a trend with nba players. from Gilbert Arenas' blog-
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I have something to clear up. I read a comment on my last entry. I always like to read the comments, because there’s always going to be somebody who disagrees with everything and goes against the grain. Someone commented and said:
WHERE IS THE WOMAN THAT GAVE BIRTH TO YOU? STILL LIVING IN THE PROJECTS. LIFE ISN'T FAIR, YOU GAVE SO MANY CHANCES TO LAURA, BUT NOT YOUR OWN MOTHER... I thought about it and this blog post is my response to that comment.
For all the people who don’t know the story, a story came out two years ago by Mike Wise of the Washington Post about my life. This was before I had the blog, so I never actually got to comment on it. It was about what happened between me and my mother and all that.
The funny part is that I never heard the story of my upbringing before until we got put out of the playoffs against Cleveland the first time and my dad was just sitting there next to me and he says out of the blue, “How come you never asked about your mother?”
I was like, “I don’t know.”
He was like, “You never wondered where your mother was in your life?”
I was like, “No. When I was about eight-years old do you remember that fight I got in school and they kicked me out?”
He said, “Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, the other guy said something about my mother and then the fight started. While I was sitting in the detention hall waiting for you to pick me up, I thought about it. I’ve been fighting my whole life, beating up kids who talk about my mother and I don’t even know her. From that day I really took her out of my life and never thought about it anymore.”
So my dad says, “Do you want to hear the story?”
I say, “Not really,” because I’m watching the playoffs on TV and I’m still mad that we lost.
“You sure?”
“Not really.”
“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway.”
He starts telling me the story
“You know, me and your mother … She was a basketball player and I played basketball and we met in Tampa
And I go, “Oh, OK, so that’s where I get my athleticism from,” you know, I’m trying to throw little jokes in there on the side.
He goes, “No, no, Gilbert. Be serious.”
“OK, OK, go on.”
He was like, “I was in college at the University of Miami and she was living with her parents and me until she moved out to the projects with me in Tampa, Florida.”
So, she was in Tampa and he was in Miami going to college and he came down to visit her early one time to surprise her and me and long story short, she was there with somebody else and doing drugs. They broke up right there and he went back to school.
Back in Miami, he ended up breaking his leg and had to leave school to come back to Tampa to be closer to me I guess. While he was coming back to Tampa, he didn’t know it, but she was going up to Miami to move with the other guy because she was pregnant by the other guy.
Now, my mom had another kid by the dude she was moving to Miami with whose name is “Blue” living with us in Tampa. So when she ran off, she left me and my stepbrother Blue with the dude’s mother. The dude’s mother called my father and said, “I’m going to give you a second chance to be a father.”
She was like, “Francis,” (my mother’s name is Francis), “Francis hasn’t been here for months. She hasn’t seen her kids in months and I’m getting ready to turn your son over to the state. You can come down here and pick your kid up.”
So my dad drove down and picked me up right before the foster care was coming to get me. I guess my dad and my mom talked about it a couple months after he got me and they agreed that she was going to come and get me back. And she never did.
Next I stayed with my grandmother, my dad’s mother, in Tampa while my dad moved to California to try to find work as an actor. While I was living with my grandmother I lived across the street from Mike Williams who played football at USC. He’s not in the league anymore – I don’t know why. We were best friends though. Both of our grandparents still live across the street from each other in Tampa to this day.
Once my dad was settled in California he flew me out there to be with him, but he wasn’t established enough to support me, so he flew me back to his mother in Tampa to stay with her some more. Then he came to get me the final time and that’s when we drove all the way from coast to coast. This whole process took four or five years. My grandmom and my dad’s brothers watched me.
From there, it was just my dad and me. When I was little it didn’t bother me, but I always thought about it so when slow songs came on like when Tupac came out with “Dear Mama,” those were the songs that kind of hurt me, like, “Dang, where’s my mom? Is she ever going to see me? Is she ever going to come out here?”
But I never asked my dad, I was too proud to ask him because he had his own thing going on trying to get work and find work and keep getting into the acting thing.
So when I grew up, I never really asked. I was just bad. I put all my anger out by causing trouble. I didn’t get in trouble trouble like stealing and all that. I did stupid, funny stuff like Dennis the Menace trouble like you’re living in an apartment building and you break all the tops off the automatic sprinklers on the lawns so when the sprinklers come on, they just shoot straight up into the air like waterfalls. That was my kind of stuff. You know, throwing dye into the pool and making it red or green, that was my kind of stuff.
Once I started playing basketball I remember sitting at home one day and looking in the mirror with a basketball resting on my head and making a promise to God. The first thing I said was, “If you ever let me see my mother, I swear I won’t ask her anything, all I want to do is see her. I just want to meet her. I just want to be a kid who gets to meet his mother. I won’t ask no questions, I won’t think about it, I’ll let it go right there.” The second thing was, “If you ever get me to the NBA, I’ll never do drugs or anything like that.”
Both of them came true.
Meeting My Mom It was 2002. I was on the Golden State Warriors and we were playing in Miami. It was the first time I actually put braids in my hair. This was when I had the little funky, ugly hairdo when I was trying to mimic Kobe but my curls wouldn’t curl right back then.
So it’s before the game, we’re on the court and I hear this woman screaming my name. I’m thinking, “I know I don’t have any fans like that in Miami. I mean, I know I get buckets, but I ain’t got no fans …” and then I turned around and saw the lady and she says to me, “I’m your mother.”
All I can remember is all the anger from all the years of beating up kids from them talking about my mother, it just got charged inside of me after I saw her. I played that game so angry that I got kicked out of the game for throwing my headband into the crowd.
After the game she met us by the bus and fell into my arms crying and said again, “I’m your mother.” Then she said her name. That was the first time I had ever seen her. I never even saw a picture of her before. I didn’t know if she was dark skinned/light skinned, I didn’t know nothing. She gave me her number and we had to go, so I got on the bus and I called my dad.
“Yo, what was my mom’s name?”
“Francis.”
“Well, I think I just met her.”
He asked for her number and he called her and that was the last I ever heard of her until my dad told me the story after the Cavs series and it was the last time I ever saw her Mike Wise’s story included a picture of her. When I saw her by the bus it was all a blur, I didn’t really have an image of her in my head. The first time I got to see her see her was when that article came out.
So, back to the comment. When the commenter goes, “How come you never gave your mother a second chance?” I thought about it. That’s not a question you need to be asking me, that’s a question you need to be asking her.
You give somebody a second chance when you’ve cut them off in the past. Like, if I fire somebody, for instance, I could give them a second chance. She left me. She should have given me a second chance. That’s how I look at the situation.
My grandma has been in that same house in Tampa since my dad was little, almost 60 years living in the same house. She hasn’t moved. You know where to find me.
That’s how I look at a lot of people in my family. When me and my dad left, where were they? My dad keeps in touch with a lot of people in the family. I don’t. I feel that those are his family. On my side, all I know is my dad. He’s my family.
Me and my dad get in arguments about this because when we were struggling, we were they? We’ve been away from them for 15 years and I never got one card, no happy birthday, no nothing. I didn’t get anything. No one called me, I didn’t talk to anybody. Everyone started to talk to me because I was playing in college. I remember them, but at the end of the day, they’re strangers to me now.
How I look at the situation with my mom is, I don’t want to know you as a basketball player. I’ll know you when I’m done playing. I’ll know you as a man. Like, “These are my kids. This is my family. How are you doing?”
I don’t want to know you as an NBA player because I don’t know what the angle is. I don’t know if you want to reconnect with your son or if you want to reconnect with the man who is playing in the NBA. If I was your son, then I was your son for all of these years. I wasn’t your son once I made it to the league so you can tell all your friends, “Oh, that’s my son!” That’s how I look at the situation and it’s kind of funny because I never really thought about it until I read that comment.
I heard she has eight other kids besides me and they don’t live with her, but I don’t judge people because, hey, who knows what happened in her life that made her do the things she did. She was a young mother who probably couldn’t take care of things and that happens. I don’t fault her for that. I became a man and with my children I know what not to be. I don’t want my children looking at me how I look at her.
There’s going to be one day when I knock on that door and say, “Hi, I’m Gilbert. I’m your son.” But not while I’m playing basketball. I don’t want nobody coming into my life while I’m a pro because there’s been all these years when I wasn’t and no one came into it.
Me and my dad, we don’t see eye to eye on this. He tries to bring up the past like, “They took care of you …” and this and this and I’m like, “I understand that. They took care of me for those years when I was young, but there’s been a 15-year gap when I didn’t hear from nobody.” You know them because they’re your brothers and they’re your friends, but I don’t know them personally. I grew out of them.
There’s a lot of players that are going through this and there are a lot of people who are going through this and everybody has to deal with it the way that they see it. I see it that I grew into a man and I have to make a manly decision and my decision is that while I’m a professional, I don’t want to know you. When I’m done and I’m just a man and a father, OK, there we go, we can try to reconnect my relationship with her.
For the person who wrote that comment, I don’t take as disrespectful, but I look at it like she should have given me a second chance instead of me giving her a second chance because I never did anything to her. I just don’t know her.
I’ve never been tempted to call her after she gave me her number back in 2002 because I felt like I would be lying to the man above. When I prayed that day, I told Him that I wasn’t going to do anything or ask her anything. I just wanted a chance to see her and I got that.
Plus, once I grew out of thinking about her all the time, I didn’t have any questions really. There was nothing I wanted to say. I didn’t want to say, “Why did you leave me?” because to be honest, I don’t care. I say I don’t care because it got me to the situation I’m in now and I became a better person. And, I can’t judge because at the end of the day, it could have been flipped where I’m looking at my dad the way I look at her if he hadn’t had come and got me or if she wouldn’t have left me. I’d be looking at my dad like, “Who are you? I don’t know you.”
Some people are fortunate enough to have two parents. I was fortunate to have just my dad.
Basketball Filled the Void You know what’s so funny? Once I fell in love with basketball, it started when I was 11, I treated that like it was my mother. I never did anything wrong when it came to the game. I did everything by the book.
I think that’s why I was able to fill that void that was missing. Before basketball I was just a troubled kid. Once I found something I loved, it took that space out. I did everything with basketball. I know it sounds funny, but I slept with my basketball, I took a shower with my basketball to wash it from pounding it on the ground. I had rules about my indoor basketball that I wouldn’t dare bounce it outside and if somebody tried to bounce my indoor basketball outside, I was going to be fighting somebody.
Once Spalding got in my life, I just loved it.
That’s why being injured was kind of awful.
I have so many basketballs in my house, it’s ridiculous. If my kids don’t become basketball players, something is wrong with them. That’s all that’s in the house is a whole bunch of basketballs everywhere. When the “new” official NBA microfiber composite game ball came out a couple years ago, I got every single team’s basketball with their team stamp. Every time we travelled I took one. And the ones I couldn’t get when they changed it back to the “old” ball, I bought them from the NBA.
So anyway, hopefully one day I’ll get to talk to her and have a conversation, but I don’t want to talk about the past. I want to move forward.
When I’m done being a professional, that’s when I want to meet her. I hate hearing stories about people coming into other peoples’ lives once they make it to the NBA. I remember reading when I was in high school about the same thing happening to Shaq. His biological father came back into his life and had all these other kids and this and that and I liked Shaq’s reaction. He said that his stepfather was the man that raised him, so that is his father. That’s just sometimes how it goes.
You have to deal with the situation how you see it.
There’s All Types of Family A couple years back I had a chance to give a Toyota to somebody who had a great affect on my life and I chose Maggie Foster. When I was just starting to play basketball she put me on my first travelling team and she was the team mom and she took care of me and all the kids. She didn’t have to, but she took care of all the kids that played on the team, especially the kids that didn’t have mothers in their lives or fathers in their lives. She looked out for the single-parent households.
She ended up becoming a single parent because she was having relationship problems with her husband at the time and she chose all the kids over her husband. I always respected her for that.
I was one of the fortunate people that had a lot of good people around me. One of my best friends to this day, Bobby Mitchell, his mother, Dotti Mitchell, was there for me when I first started playing in the park league. She made my growth. She was that mom to me. She watched after me. She picked up after me.
I had a lot of friends who had the mother and didn’t have the father and I had the father and didn’t have the mother. It was like all of us working as a community.
I consider these people my family and that’s a problem that my dad has. He says, “These people aren’t even your blood and you’re treating them with more respect than you do your family.” We have debates about it.
You have to look at it from my perspective. I was a young kid. I didn’t have no friends, I didn’t have no family, my dad was the only person I knew. Then I met my friends and their parents and that’s like family. They might not be blood family, but if I know them for 15 years of my life, I can consider them family members. Blood or no blood.
If somebody knows somebody since they were little and cares about somebody since they were little, that’s family to them.
If you’re cool with your boy and he has a little sister, you consider that your sister, that’s my little sister too.
That’s why my dad and I have our discussions and our little debates. I’m like, “The only reason your family knows me still is because I’m a professional basketball player. What if I worked at Burger King? Are they going to come by and get a No. 2? No.”
I was just lucky to have good people come into my life. My high school coach was like a father to me away from home. When I was at school he was a father figure that always kept on me. When I went to college, Coach Tension was a father and Mrs. Olsen was a mother figure for me because I didn’t have a mother. She used to make chocolate chip pancakes and do all the mother stuff for me. Then, when I got to the league, Otis Smith who is the General Manager of Orlando now, he was a father figure away from home and his girlfriend at the time was a mother figure.
I was just fortunate to have good people who have good hearts around me. It’s always hard to find that, especially when you’re someone who is trying to figure out what’s going on in the world. I’m glad that I never had friends who wanted to hang out and party all the time because I wouldn’t be as disciplined as I am now.
Commenters On My Blog You can only get a message to somebody when the person you’re sending it to reads what’s going on and wants to know how people think. If people aren’t responding in the comments, then it’s sort of pointless to be blogging because that means nobody really cares about what you have to say. I like to read the comments. Even when I go to YouTube to see people doing funny stuff, the first thing I do is read the comments because you know somebody is going to say something funny and stupid. That’s the stuff I want to read.
Meanwhile, on my last blog I got a bunch of congratulations and all of that, which is nice, but you want to read the stuff to see that some people really don’t care who you are, they’ll just tell you whatever they want to say. That’s the stuff I want to read; the drama. You know how it says that TNT knows drama? My blog knows drama.
”Coach” Arenas Apparently Coach Jordan has been calling me “Coach Arenas” to the press lately. I look at it like this: I remember hearing stories of people playing with Jordan and people playing with Charles Barkley and some of the older cats and they were seeing these guys party and go out to clubs and they’re thinking that that’s what the NBA is about, but they didn’t see these guys when they were in their 20’s and working hard every day. They just saw the fun part of it.
So you had some of our young kids coming in the league and just partying and getting all ahead of themselves. Whenever there is a young person that comes to the team, I try to show him the right light. They’ll make their decisions after that.
I’m like, “Look, I work hard. I come in three times a day. I’ll call you. What’s up? You’re working? You’re coming to work? You need to work? OK, let’s go get some shots up. Let’s go in early. Let’s do this, let’s do that.”
You give them the right way to be a professional and from there they can make their choices.
It’s just like when I was in Golden State, I had Larry Hughes, I had Antawn, I had Erick Dampier, I had Marc Jackson and Chris Mills. I had all these people to look at and see what these guys did.
Erick Dampier, he was the cheapo who stayed in the house all day. Marc Jackson, he was the one who worked. Chris Mills, he was just a L.A. dude. He was into his business. He had the 310 Shop, he was into making moves because he was at the end of his career. You had Larry Hughes, he had that calm where he never got too excited and he never got too sad. Then you had the franchise, Antawn Jamison, so you knew what a professional acts like.
Then you have a young kid like me who can see all of this and he just takes from each person what he needs. That’s what I did. I was just picking everybody’s brain. Instead of leeching onto one guy and saying I’m just going to copy this guy, you can learn a little bit from everybody.
When you’re coming in you’re trying to prove yourself and young kids come in all different ways. Some come in as hot heads, some come in as goofy and then you got the quiet ones. So when you come in as a rookie, you just got to look at what you like and just pull from them.
“OK, I like the way he acts when the media comes around. I can act like him and add my personality.”
“OK, I like the way he does his business, when I conduct business I’ll see if I can try and act like him and how he deals with it.”
I’m glad I had a chance to do that, so that’s why when the young kids are around I try to give them a little bit. When we were in Richmond last week, we actually all played cards in my room. We were having fun. I had the music playing, I got my laptop, we got video games, we got cards, we got dominoes and the point is that you can have fun without going out there and getting in trouble.
When they came over, it was like clockwork, they’d spend eight or nine hours in my room. I would order food, they eat for free, we go work out, we come back and we go back at it.
Whoaaaa black men and their baby mamas. lol WTF All these chicks have to do is be non black or mixed. All black women need to step up their PR because they are getting a bad rep. These dudes need to take notes from Deion Sanders on how to pick a hot looking women and those who like non blacks need to get like Seal. For the most part black men taste not to good.
A.I. does know what he be doing tho..ive has that a couple times...no wonder she keep getting pregnant...but i doubt its his tho...he never goes home. He loves his wife but he constantly cheats on her...y? cuz thats what he does and u cant change him...he is gonna do what he wants and she wants to leave him but i believe he would try to kill her ass...one good reason...he would be broke lol
