It's not easy working in the NBA. Though we'd all like to get paid huge gobs of money for playing a game we often run for free a couple of times a week, there aren't many of us that would put up with the calorie-draining amount of practices and run-throughs and shootarounds needed just to keep a job at the NBA level.
Most of us are faced with the burden of eating healthy -- hell, eating non-terribly -- due to the vicissitudes of our respective jobs. All I have to do is just write all day and then watch the games at night, and yet I'm often drinking iced tea for breakfast and glomming down the 4 p.m. "lunch" of a turkey and avocado mess, and I don't even have to leave home to go to work.
NBA players? Especially the ones that are tossed into an expensive condo all their own at the same point in their lives when we first realized we could actually add frozen vegetables to all that Ramen? They're often left wanting, on several nutritional and culinary levels, as a result.
The result? I present to you the Memphis Grizzlies' Xavier Henry's(notes) dried-out, fork-driven scrambled eggs, doused with salt and served on a plate to his extremely patient mother: