If there is one person that a Clippers fan can't discuss without feeling nauseated it is Spencer Hawes. You know, the premier free agent signing of Doc River. The guy that spent the better part of the playoffs glued to the bench. The player that was almost solely responsible for the Clippers having absolutely no depth on their roster. The guy whose signing prevented the Clippers from solidying there small forward position by acquiring Paul Pierce last summer. That guy will never fail to get a Clippers fans blood curdling. I may not be an MD, but I have diagnosed what turned Hawes from a solid bench player that could hit the opener jumper, rebound at a decent clip, and even provide an assist or three, to the 7 foot sack of shit that poisoned the Clippers front court this season.
He went Hollywood. You know how they say that some players can't handle the scrutiny that comes with playing in New York? Well, it's pretty obvious to me that someone can't handle the lavish life that comes with being a millionaire in the city of angels. Looks like the hard working nature of the 7 footer from the Pacific Northwest disappeared once he saw a couple fake tits and a litinany of palm trees. Looks like the toughness required to bang bodies with some of the most elite athletes in the world took a backseat to becoming a full on Cali bro. Is that a ridiculous proposition? You tell me, because this guy...
Is the same person as this guy...
And those two people don't have the same personality. I don't know if it's the constantly beautiful weather, the gorgeous women, or the beach front lifestyle, but grown ass adult white men don't get cornrows unless they undergo a drastic change in mentality. Spencer Hawes has gone Hollywood, and I am not sure he'll ever be back...