This is a GREAT piece written by Darius and Q Richardson about the old days of the NBA and the perils of giving millions to young-ins.
"I’m about to tell you how I almost died at Alonzo Mourning’s crib in the year 2000 on some dumb xxxx.
Picture this. I’m 18 years old. I just got drafted by the Clippers with my boy Q ― that’s Quentin Richardson, my O.G. from way back. They messed around and gave us millions of dollars and put us in Los Angeles, of all places.
I mean, I’m from East St Louis.
Q is from the Wild Hunneds."
"I’m about to tell you how I almost died at Alonzo Mourning’s crib in the year 2000 on some dumb xxxx.
Picture this. I’m 18 years old. I just got drafted by the Clippers with my boy Q ― that’s Quentin Richardson, my O.G. from way back. They messed around and gave us millions of dollars and put us in Los Angeles, of all places.
I mean, I’m from East St Louis.
Q is from the Wild Hunneds."
