We like Derrick Rose.
We like his gritty and no-nonsense game that radiates sometimes forgotten explosiveness. We like the refreshing notion that when he finishes a big play, he doesn’t posture and pose to an imaginary opponent in the crowd like so many NBA stars do. We also like the fact he had the wherewithal to realize that he stood no chance against the mighty SAT and had another person take the test for him. Like Eddie Guerrero and Alex Rodriguez, “Cheat to win”.
But, we must admit we don’t like the most recent words to come out of Rose’s mouth.
On Tuesday, when asked about his comeback and evaluation after years of devastating injuries, Rose stated, “I’m good,man”. “I felt like I’ve been managing myself pretty good. I know a lot of people get mad when they see me sit out or whatever, but I think a lot of people don’t understand that … when I sit out it’s not because of this year”, he admitted.
In Rose’s first “successful” string of basketball put together in three years, the DNP’s are starting to add up and Chicagoans are already groaning about another schizophrenic playing schedule for the 26-year-old. But, what Rose said next was what we didn’t like.
“I’m thinking about long-term. I’m thinking about after I’m done with basketball. Having graduations to go to, having meetings to go to, I don’t want to be in my meetings all sore or be at my son’s graduation all sore just because of something I did in the past. [I’m] just learning and being smart.”
No, Derrick…You didn’t just say that
Part of me understands Rose’s rationale. After years of seeing his ACL and meniscus shatter like a faberge egg into a million pieces, he’s playing it safe. There is a life after basketball and no one wants to be a OG cripple telling war stories who needs a hand taking a piss at 44. But, c’mon D-Rose. Whining about being sore in meetings? Frightened at the thought of being uncomfortable in a steel chair at a graduation 16 years from now?
For years, we’ve stuck up for the guy. On message boards, we’ve watched people suggest he immediately needs to be diagnosed with rickets or should invest in a constant IV stream of high protein milk. We’ve been bombarded with unclever meme’s alluding to a dead person rising from the grave before Rose’s return to the court.
We thought in the end, who are these “joke” creators anyway? They’re just some losers with dick in hand, making meme’s about Derrick Rose. They aren’t a NBA player rehabbing year after year with only empty results to show for it.
But, Rose has a contract worth nearly $100 million and now four years before his 30th birthday, he’s concerned about being sore in meetings in the future. Hey Derrick, Like shit, soreness happens!
In reality, the actions of Rose taking it slowly and easing himself back into the lineup aren’t insane nor should they criticized if there is an an established end game. But, when the Bulls season ticket holder learns that endgame is two decades from now, well, that’s a little hard to stand behind.
Spoken ever so bluntly, his verbal logic and reasoning behind his comments are borderline offensive to every lunchbox Joe from Madison Ave to Pyongyang.
Maybe the fan in me is overreacting, but I don’t think I’m that far off base.
We like Derrick Rose. We just don’t know anymore, though.