Delonte Ain't No Motha Fucka *sigh*

Dallas Morning Star
There's an elephant in the room _ the Internet rumor _ that the reporter has no intention of broaching because it was never remotely substantiated. It, too, became part of comedy routines.

"It's affected me," West says. "Everywhere I go, first question, 'Don't tell me you did that.' "

"That" would be the rumor that during the 2010 playoffs, West had a sexual encounter with Cleveland Cavaliers teammate LeBron James' mother, Gloria.

West says he wants to permanently squash the rumor not just for his sake, but mostly for James and his mother, who West says expressed nothing but kindness during his three seasons in Cleveland.

In fact, West says Gloria James reminded him of his single mother, Delphina Addison, who raised Delonte and his siblings to be "happy-poor, just enjoy life and the blessings that God has given us.

"If we want to continue to grow as a human race, what are we teaching our kids if we try to make humor and fun out of stuff like that?" West says of the rumor. "Number one, something like that never happened. I don't know where they got that from.

"For a strong black woman like that, for people to try to tear her down, that's terrible. That's terrible in so many ways."


My life is a lie. I'm at a loss. Delonte West just went from first to worst in my book. After watching that last home playoff game in May 2010 where 6 Celtics were in double figures and the Cavs lost by 32. The one where they didn't wash LeBron's jersey after the game cause he didn't break a sweat. That game. When everyone said LeBron just quit on his team/fans/city/family. I remember thinking "I'm glad Delonte is plowing your Mom." Just pound town then family discounted freestylin' Kentucky Fried Chicken all day every day (not racist. real life). Delonte style. 


Then, and people forget about this, LeBron comes out in game 6 and has a Super Sized Triple Double (27, 19, 10) basically leaving it all on the court as he played virtually every second of the game. And I remember thinking "Delonte, get the fuck off my team, you mommy-banging-son-of-a-bitch. Bron Bron bleeds wine&gold."


And since "The Decision" I've been priding myself on the fact that Charlee Redz  was just Glory Holing Glory James on the reg. Picturing Momma Bron with a cooler full of capri suns in the locker room of every game just waiting to suck off the bi-polar bear that is Delonte West. Obviously, James couldn't overcome the anguish of it all. Never gonna win a ring. Never again to be an MVP. Seeing Delonte inside your moms ain't something you can undo. It was golden.


Now what? What the hell am I supposed to do Delonte? I'm like Wally Szcerbiak, It's too much of an adjustment for me. You were my go to fucker, Delonte. Just fuck anything in front of you. If it's a sock, it's a sock. Now you're just a fucker.