Welp, Thursday wasn’t exactly a red-letter day in the history of sports. Or sports betting. Or poker. Or the Mafia. Or for guys nicknamed “Pookie” and/or “Spanish G.”
That’s what happens, we suppose, when — allegedly — NBA players and coaches get themselves involved with mobsters and other no-goodniks.
Or, as the great philosopher of our time once put it …
So yeah. A big ol’ steaming pile of bad stuff.
But this is 2025, we all have access to the internet, and as such, there was just a little bit of mirth, merriment, and all-around fun surrounding the indictments of Terry Rozier and Chauncey Billups.
A sampling from X …
Scary Terry
Here’s Ernie Johnson, noting a career highlight for … er, Terry Rozier.
But what if Rozier is the killer?!?!
Here’s a collection of Terry Rozier playing some objectively bad basketball. So bad … well, it’s bad. It could also use some Benny Hill theme music.
Others tried to pull in … well, the internet is rife with conspiracy theorists.
More like “ESPN BETter take down this logo,” amirite?
Let’s not forget the NBA (gulp) cleared Rozier of any wrongdoing.
Remember when we all thought Michael Jordan was the NBA’s poster child for gambling?
Use Code “Uh-Oh.”
Chauncey!
Worth noting(?): The Trail Blazers didn’t make the playoffs once in Billups’ four years as head coach.
Apparently, allegedly, but wowza.
Woke up this morning …
… got myself a gun …
Mama always said you’d be the chosen one.
The National Guard got sent to Portland, and all they got was this lousy coach.
{Yikes}
Scott Rolen taking strays.
Hey, let’s not forget about Damon Jones!
I’m sorry, Damon who?
And lastly, and for those of you more analytically inclined …
