Shortly after this photo was taken, Ide was banned from Canada for life.
A couple weeks ago, I was listening to Valenti and Foster on 97.1 out of Detroit. Now, I know Drooler or Ace (one of the two..shit, maybe both) dislike Mike Valenti because he's an enormous Michigan State slap. But that doesn't bother me too much. I'm used to Buckeye fans bordering the clinically insane when it comes to sports conversations so Valenti is pretty mild by comparison. Anyway, the show is fantastic and they had an interesting topic I want to throw out there.
The situation is this. You're a professional AFFLETE in your professional league of choice. You can make a million dollars a year for the next 5 years, win at least one title and compete for several others. OR...you can get paid 10 million a year for the next 5 years and retire without a ring. Which do you choose?
First of all, for me that league would be the NBA as I've always been a basketball player over anything else. As much as I love to watch football over any other sport, I would never want to be an NFL player. It's far too demanding and crippling. I don't care to get my head mashed to a pulp multiple times to the point where I read at a 3rd grade level after I retire. And I certainly don't want to be forced to wear a diaper while in my 50's. I want to enjoy my money...not spend it on shit like a luminosity account or paying someone to teach me how to do things 9 year olds can accomplish with ease.
Second of all, It's the cash for me. No question about it. Maybe it's because for my entire organized AFFLETIC career, I've only played on one championship team. As a 7th grader I was called up to the 8th grade team for the state championship tournament. We won but I barely played because I was a 7th grader so I guess I really didn't appreciate it that much. Since I don't know what it's like to be a real contributing member of a championship team...maybe that's why I really don't give a shit about titles. Maybe I would feel different if I were a 3 time high school state champion or an NCAA champion.
Having said that, I think it would be WAAAAAAAAAY more fun/beneficial to be disgustingly wealthy than to walk around with a gaudy ass ring that screams, "I'm the biggest fucking asshole you will ever meet.". I think all of us have fantasized at one point what it would be like to win the lottery. While envisioning what we would spend the loot on, most of us have probably said, "I would be dead in a year". I know those exact words have come out of my mouth before. Well, this is my chance to "win the lottery" and I would have zero problem sacrificing a championship ring to do it. I want a trampoline room in my house. I want another room made of nothing but pizza. I want a swimming pool filled with chocolate pudding, or grape Jell-O, or shit...I don't know! Anything. I haven't really thought about it a lot. What I'm saying is that if I ever woke up one day and decided my life would not be complete without an '89 Chevy Beretta put on top of tank treads...I like the freedom of knowing I could probably get it done that same day.
Finally, If I'm good enough to rope in a contract that's worth 10 million a year then that means I'm probably ELITE or damn close to it. That also means that one day I could potentially be a Hall Of Famer. The perks that come with being a Hall member have to outweigh the perks that come with being a champion, right? People remember the legacy of someone who has been enshrined as one of the best that ever played their sport. They don't remember the 3rd string center who played the role of human victory cigar in the game that clinched the championship. Unless your name is Mark Madsen. EVERYONE remembers that fuckin guy. Only because he dances worse than any drunk white dude trying to jam his jeans boner into the ass crack of whatever college co-ed he happens to be annoying the shit out of.
At the end of the day, I want to be remembered and I want to get paid. It's because I'm vain and selfish as fuck. And I have no problem admitting that. That doesn't mean I'm going to go all Andrew Bynum on my team and just not give a rat's ass out there as I heave up another 40 foot sky hook while yelling "KAREEM!!!!!". There's no question you'll get your moneys worth. I'll play my God Damn dick off for every last guy out there and for the organization that decided I was worth top shelf coin. But make no mistake about it. I'm doing it for the cash and the fame just as much as I'm doing it for my team and for the love of basketball. Because I can't play basketball forever and I will need a retirement plan to rely on since I'm sure I'll be pretty fucking stupid with my money. At least right away when I get that first giant check. I'll probably buy a camel or something dumb as shit like that. I'll need to be a high profile/high money player so I can parlay that into some post career income. Like birthday party appearances for stupid parents willing to shell out $100K per party. I'll also need an underwear company to come knocking on my door offering me an endorsement. Or when I'm in my 60's, a boner pill company. Championship rings to role players don't offer that luxury after retirement. Being high paid and good as fuck does. And that's what I want.