While 2010 DN Tournament top-seed Gilbert Arenas is saying all the right things on his way to the booty house, his redemption is still a long way off.
According to an ESPN report, Arenas insists that he will emerge from prison reformed and ready to nurture the youngsters of Washington D.C.
If I may quote one R. Clayton Davis, "Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!"
Riiiiight. Agent Zero will nurture those wild niglets the way he did Javaris Crittenton and Andray Blatche's sneakers. I do honestly hope Arenas learns some lessons and straightens out his shit--no Blatche sneaker. He should get a paternity test on that Shaqling whose head Laura Govan is trying to hold up as well.
Nigga, please. Arenas is not allowed to talk to children! This nigga might have to go door-to-door informing nearby parents that he is, in fact, Gilbert Arenas after he gets out of the box. All that afterschool special shit goes right out of the window when one decides to play Russian Roulette with a couple of semi-automatics at the workplace.
Michael Vick's teleprompter-assisted guidance should have already shown us that ex-cons speaking to your children about "the wrong path, or whatever" is useless if not completely contrite and backed by action. Much like Vick, Arenas will be a long way from redemption when he comes out of the pokey--much too far away to be speaking to kids. If they learn anything at all it'll be:
"Wowww. So all I need to do in life is get rich as fuck off of my jumpshot. I can fuck up royally, maybe do a quick bullet [no pun intended] and be straight if I talk to some kids after. Word. Well, I'm already killing this 6th grade B team. I'm on my way!"
Miss me with the bullets and the bullshit, please. I'll be getting the children in my family out of the playground now. Thanks.