Well Fuck…
Bobby's news is not great. There are two Drew’s inside of me saying different things. They commence forward, side-by-side:
Drew James, the Fan: “What in the fucking fuck, Bob… You were already on thin ice. I haven’t forgotten the ejection in the playoffs last year. The Game 4 when Dame was hobbled and Giannis was out. Khris was out there playing his ass off unknowingly needing surgery on both ankles. Maybe you are the reason he needed the double ankle surgery. And where were you? Getting ejected that’s where. Losing your head. The morsel of trust you had evaporated that day, and this is why any reasonable Milwaukean would have cut a finger off to trade you for Nic Richards. It’s stuff like this why you will never be 6th man of the year, or an all-star, or even a starter. Such a letdown, man.
But I guess, as a fan, this is really what we have wanted though. This is what we have been calling for. I mean, how many times has Bucks Twitter asked for Bobby’s exodus? 1,000 times? 1,000,000,000?
Well it’s happening now, and good riddance.
Let’s hope Bobby can come back for the playoffs and makes us eat crow.”
Yeesh. So that is how Drew James the fan is feeling. Let’s check in on Drew James, the humanitarian.
Drew James the humanitarian: “Bucks Fans, let us not lose our heads over this. Let think about Bobby as a person. A human. Flawed and trying. It’s been a hard year for Bobby. His Grandma died, first and foremost, and from what I can tell she played a major role in his life. Not to mention having to watch your mother cry is its own shade of sorrow.
And that’s not all, his house got broken into by a ring of thieves in the fall. A ring of theives. Burglars. Crooks. Heartless and desperate. The same thieves that hit other athletes across the country. I don’t know if the booty has been recovered but I have read that the thieves got his championship ring. His college memorabilia. Irreplaceable keepsakes. Keepsakes that valued over 1.5 million dollars. A crushing blow. Mix in a little online hate and it’s no wonder Bobby turned to drugs.
But I do think we have to think about the weight of the suspension too. 25 games?! What does that say about our league? About our commissioner? Tramadol!? A tylonol like substance? 25 games!? A bit excessive in my opinion when the league has let domestic abusers off the hook for nothing. I shudder to think. I know Bob feels regret. I know Bob did this accidentally. And I know Bob deserves forgiveness. A second chance.
What I know is that the human spirit loves a test. It loves to prove it’s doubters wrong. And so I think, Bob, we will still cheer your name. “Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!” will rain down from the Fiserv Rafters once again, and you will rise like phoenix. You will heal your sore elbow. You will come back with your eyes buldged and focused. You will hit a clutch bucket. You will grab a big rebound. You will be part of our quest to reclaim the NBA’s throne.
Bobby, this isn’t a good bye, this is a see you later.
Bucks in 6.
#Forever.