I read two
Chicago columnists the last couple of days about Derrick Rose. The one said “we” enabled Rose when he was in
Chicago. The other believes the onetime
MVP is exhibiting signs of depression and needs help. No, maybe, and what’s your point?
Sorry, but I
didn’t enable anyone. My daughter earned
her own SAT scores, which her college coaches were ecstatic about; ditto her
GPA. Together, test scores and grades
signaled there’d be no eligibility problems the next four years, and there
weren’t any. Yes, female college
athletes play the same eligibility games their male counterparts do, with all
sorts of majors that require the skill set of a third grader. But not in this family.
And if Rose is
depressed, what are the Knicks supposed to do about it? Their “star” guard has made it known that he
intends to test free agency at the end of the current season, so it’s not as
though he’s generated a lot of good will during a half season in New York. Yes, someone could pull Rose aside and
suggest he talk to a professional, but the Knicks’ front office can be excused
if they don’t do it. Rose is, after all,
an adult in line to make $21.3 million this year. He has an agent and a family, which he says
he visited during his absence; those should be his first line of support. If Knicks’ president Phil Jackson reaches out
to Rose, good for Jackson in embracing one of the Eight Beatitudes. But that’s not his job, or mine.
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