I’ve always wanted to write about how alcohol derailed the careers of Vin, Keon and Bay Ridge’s own, Chris Mullin, but I don’t have the time. My own parallels notwithstanding, essay/polemic writing about a few NBA heads that got wrapped up in the bar scene isn’t as sexy as say, a new sneaker or some fashion spread. It’s a shame, really, because it’s tough to get to that level with the sheen of bourbon vapors clouding your play.
I’d hazard to guess alcohol demurred more NBA greatness than cannabis, but certainly not as much as fucky white’s ubiquity in the late 70’s and early 80’s. Legality has nothing to do with how monumentally catastrophic alcohol addiction can be, and besides the seemingly niche place it holds within the NBA landscape, I’m so freaked out by the cult that is AA, I’d probably do more to hurt people’s impressions than help start a prolonged and thoughtful discussion about the temptations of alcohol during a typical NBA player’s sojourn through the states during a long road trip.
Plus, the Internet is awash with the sort of sophomoric aphorisms like “I’m not a quitter,” that any discussion of alcohol’s disastrous effects would just be laughed at or quipped about.