You know how I’ve been applauding Nate Robinson as deserving of a long term deal with all the fixings because his stigma as a ongoing antic/nuisance is not as prevalent as many might expect? Well, scratch that and call me a naive asshole. Look, I’m not trying to do any social profiling here. Nate very well could have been, like, on his way out of a sneaker boutique, ran into Meth, said hello, chunked a couple deuces and was out. Nonetheless, when anyone snaps a photo with Mr. Excuse Me as I Kiss the Sky in Amsterdam the inevitable assumption here is there was a sequential hang out session involving the Devil’s lettuce. No if’s, and’s or but’s. These guys got stoned. Am I trying to be a Melvin about Nate Robinson blowing smoke in Amsterdam with a Hip/Hop icon? Hell no. He’s swangin’ (remember, not swagin’), he’s crushing Instagram, he’s on his stupid noodle fraiche game. There’s no real harm done. But this is professional basketball. And with regards to perception as a professional, a GM looks at this and says, “Hey, so, huh, we’re living under an infinitely more financially stringent new NBA. That being said, locking ourselves into a four to six million dollar a year deal for multiple years with a guy who blatantly smokes pot isn’t a good look for us. Glad we let his market value fizzle and nab him at a bargain before letting any future buffoonery. Holler.” Remember, the secret to basketball is that it’s not about basketball
Lastly, what I’ll say is this: There comes a point in a man’s life where he realizes its time to either stop or, better yet, hide one’s idocy. Its image counseling 101, dude. Want to smoke weed all while keeping the haters in charge of handing out JR Smith money at bay? Smoke in privacy. Keep the memories to yourself. Don’t be a social media whore about it. Who gives a flying fred about making every one else give a flying fred that you were kicking it in Amsterdam with Method Man. Yea, its awesome, its “super chill,” its a great way to bolster your following and “market” yourself elsewhere. But put one thing into perspective: there’s a difference between making money off a “following” and making ACTUAL cake i.e. reeling in bank from one of America’s more booming, perennially steady–for the most part (suck it, Billy Hunter)–corporations. The N fucking BA. You’ve not only made it, but you’ve also put yourself in a position statistically to make anywhere from $12 to $20M over a three to four year deal. Convincing, say, DJ Drama that you’re an ideal advertiser of his bullshit new clothing line is irrelevant. No need to marginalize the opportunity costs of such a blessed career path using Instagram. I sure as hell know I wouldn’t.
Ultimately, for Nate, its his “blip” in character that GMs are looking to get over, not size, and surprising neither volatility nor possession compromising looks (just open an account with Synergy Sports and you’ll see. As Ceddy Bu once eloquently stated with a Donkey Rope around his neck, “Dumb Shit” (that came out a positive when intended to be negative, but I’m keeping CeddyBu because CeddyBu gets it in).