Youve seen it a hundred times. There is a team who wins a championship. They head back to the locker room jubilant as the camera crews follow them in. The lockers are already covered with plastic and the hats and t-shirts are already coming out of their boxes. All of a sudden, someone pops open a bottle of champagne and the madness begins. Thats what its all about. Champions.
Well, as the new D-League regular season champions, we had a very similar celebration. We walked back up to the second floor of the Austin convention center. We made our way into the locker room and said a few no-homo jokes. There was no plastic to cover the lockers, and there were no t-shirts and hats. There was no champagne either. There were 13 guys -- 10 players, 2 coaches, 1 trainer -- and a bottle of cheap vodka. Pour me a shot into this Gatorade bottle. Thus the celebration began. Each of us toasted our Gatorade Rain - Vodka mix. The strain of a long season showed on pretty much everyones faces. As for me, it was kind of funny, yet fitting. This was the exact place I had started the season back in November: in Austin, as a Toro, under the late Dennis Johnson
, playing the small forward position, starting out the season 0-12, not knowing a thing about pro basketball. Now Ive got my drink, toasting the best record in the League for the Wizards, playing the post, living in North Dakota. Funny how that works. There was actually a pretty tight celebration when we got back to Bismarck. Some of our greatest fans were waiting for us at the airport, which was awesome. That is why when we win the whole thing; I will feel much more rewarded, because the fans will be there to take it in with us.
What was a bit ridiculous about the whole 3 day affair in Austin was that I had to get drug tested again. I was drug tested on the first day of the season and the last day, and I must say that you never really get used to having another grown man watch you pull down your pants and piss in front of him into a cup. I mean, I guess this is how it has to be because of people who try to fake the tests. I honestly had no idea what a Wizzonator was until I had an NBDL drug test. A Wizzonator is a fake penis that I guess you somehow fill with someone elses piss and it does the pissing for you during the test. I can only imagine how ridiculous Ontario Smith felt being caught using a coddamn Wizzonator. He must have used the white one instead of the black model. Either way, because of past cheaters, now the guy who does the testing has to watch you pull down your pants while you sum up the energy to piss for him. I swear I had to go real bad before I went in there, but the pressure got to me. I mean, its not just the pressure to go, but I mean, another man is about to stare at your penis for hella long... its not very comfortable.
What was worse for me was, there was another guy in there who was talking with the tester right before I had to go. He says to his buddy: Last week I had to test Amare Stoudemire
and Tim Duncan
, now Im here with these guys. Hmm, really? Great. Now I have to measure up to the big boys. I have gotten good reviews in the past...I mean, I am Rod Benson
and everything...you know... TOO MUCH... but this is about a lot more now, now Im going one on one with big Timmy. I feel like the guy is staring right through me. He is just sizing me up thinking to himself: Yea, this guy isnt NBA Caliber...I wouldnt give him a call-up based off this, or hes saying Wow, get this guy a 10 day right now. Either way, its bad. I mean he probably isnt thinking that, but the fact that he could be thinking that is really bothering me. You dont just name drop the last two guys you saw naked then close me into the coddamn bathroom stall. Now I realize that Ive been there, with my pants down, for about 4 minutes while he keeps flushing the toilet thinking it will make me go faster, when the truth is Im not even focused on the task at hand. It took basically everything I had to just focus and get out of there.
See, that whole story needs one big No Homo at the end of it. Why? Because I dont even feel comfortable thinking sentences that may be homo if said out loud anymore. It has definitely gotten worse since my last post about it. My teammate Darius has had just about enough of this No Homo madness. I think hes not the only one. The fact is, its just too deep -- no homo.
I got a ton of emails about some crazy no homo things you guys have going on. There were some creative ways to try to break the cycle too, but I must say that those methods dont fly here. Someone suggested to me to just say something so blatantly homo that everyone will know that youre not playing that game.
Well I would have tried that, but my boy Jerome Beasley
beat me to it. I dont know what he originally said, but some guys on the team called him out Hey, you better say no homo! Jerome says, I dont play that no homo garbage. I have kids, everybody knows where I stand. Ill say whatever I want. Someone tries to bait him: No, you wont just say anything. I bet you wont. Before he can even finish the word wont, Jerome says, aloud for everyone to hear, D*ck is nice. My eyes light up. No way did he just say that. This No Homo thing is way too big right now (no homo) to say a statement like that. Everyone in the room erupts. People are literally running in and out (no homo) of the locker room looking for someone to tell. Im just in shock, I cant move. It was the same shock I felt when Boise State ran the Statue of Liberty play to win the game. Its like how do I react to this? On one hand, I do find it extremely funny, but on the other, this has to stop somewhere...why not here? Well my laughter took over eventually, like everyone else. Its just a shame because I dont know if it will ever really stop. Q, show me what you got. Make it hard. Yea, somebody said that yesterday and I texted it to the whole team. The context? Bowling. Does it matter? No. No homo came 3 seconds too late. Ive been told that you cant use the following words:
That is the current list of words that are not approved. Its absurd. I want out so bad, but I cant escape. Today, I tried the JB method. Someone said Hey that was really weak. I responded with Well, I didnt want it to be HARD! A couple guys stared at me. Are you waiting for me to say no homo? Well it aint comin! I just pulled out.... (4 second pause) of the no homo game. Right there were 4 infractions. 1. it. 2. HARD. 3. comin! 4. pulled out. I must say that this seemed to work. Not that they didnt think I broke the rules, but that it was just too much to handle. Too much to make fun of me for in a short time. That lasted until I got in the Van and said I like this place better as I sat down. How is that even against the rules? Beats me (no homo). I hope when the season is over, that I can go back to just talking....who knows...
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