PipBoshIf you think that Scottie Pippen and Chris Bosh have similar takes on life, working as sidemen to the greatest players of their generation, you might want to pull up the dueling Esquire magazine profiles to compare and contrast.
(And, no, this isn't yet another blog post dedicated to ripping Bosh apart for acting a bit mercurial. We respect the hell out of Chris' game and what he had to endure last season.)
Still, there's this from Pippen:
The first NBA game I ever saw in person was the one I played in.
When I arrived at training camp, ESPN had set up shop and you'd hear, "Reporting live from training camp." I'm thinking, What are they doing? This is what they do for the Super Bowl, the World Series, the NBA finals. That was the we're-not-in-Kansas-anymore moment. And it was like that for the whole time.
Being the youngest of twelve kids and having your underwear handed down teaches you how to share.
The moment he said those words, it was like: "Taking my talents" ... what? But who cares, he was coming to Miami! We were in Miami, and Miami was on fire. We were all celebrating. It took a little while for me to realize, Ohhh, boy. There are people who did not take kindly to those words.
When I was four or five, I had an older brother who got paralyzed from the neck down in junior high school. Some kid did a wrestling fall on him and hit his spine. We had to take care of him. I went from being the baby to not really being the baby anymore.
I'd get on Twitter and see all the nasty things being written. It's funny what words will do. Even when you know they're bogus, you still see them. The negative impact is still the same.
That's how they announced me at the NBA draft. Scott Pippen. What was I going to do, argue with the commissioner?
In New York, they started chanting, "Overrated!" Okay, that's a good one. That's clever.
I wouldn't have it any other way. Cheers to Esquire for the interviews.