I am not getting into the morality play here, but I'm pretty sure Iverson is HoF worthy and will be elected before 2020.

He’s definitely going to the Hall of Fame.

Every so often, I watch these highlights and fantasize about how the tight-ass NFL would’ve received Iverson.

To be fair, it wasn’t a P.F. Chang’s. Iverson was very much a regular at T.G.I. Friday’s near his home until it burned down (then moved to Houlihan’s).

Iverson’s legacy was never really tied into him being a “great guy” (if anything it was the exact opposite of that) so I honestly don’t see how this affects it that much.

We don’t often think of him this way, but Iverson’s athleticism was up there with Randy Moss. This is a cat who a lot of people thought would have been the greatest college QB of all time. I really think he and Moss are the two most naturally gifted athletes I’ve seen since Bo Jackson. You can throw LeBron and Vick in…

My favorite ?uestlove celebrity story will always be about how Iverson had a system for stealing your girlfriend. How someone can be so efficient in one facet of life but can’t get his shit together in everything else is such a mystery.

There are tons of great stories about Iverson never working out and blowing everyone out of the water. My favorite is that he made it a point never to run. Like, ever. Then he gets traded to Denver, and everyone around him shakes their head. “Obviously he’s going to have to do some running workouts to survive in the…

“You ain’t no real nigga. You a white boy, you preppy, you rich boy.”

It was way more than what he did with the ball. He was, for lack of a better word, an outlaw. Literally doing whatever he wanted with no thought of others. That seemed cool as a younger person, that he could be (one of) the best without seeming to conform to anything in any way.

• Iverson never bothered to work out as a pro and sometimes ate four hot dogs in a row before taking the court. (Actually, I kind of like him for this.)

I will now pour as many drinks as it takes to blot out the memory of reading this. Sads.

“He ain’t no real nigga. He a white boy, he preppy, he a rich boy.”

Anyone else catch a whiff of Richie Tennennbaum at Windswept Fields in that final game from Nadal? A certain, “Fuck it, this is over”? I swear there was a moment where you could see the life go out of him. That final double fault was both sad and painful.

The one thing I hate most about myself is that I enjoy Entourage.

Worth repeating: it’s not really an appeal if the same asshole who handed down the initial sentence hears it.

there has been no “prejudgment”

“Empty” is not the same as “open,” Roger.

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