Derrick Rose Team Player

After a half dozen years doing little of lasting importance for the Chicago Bulls, Derrick Rose is off to New York to bless the Knicks with his B plus output. Rose can’t be faulted for the fact his joints and bones kept popping out of place. Lacking any semblance of team leadership or willingness to put in any effort into securing other high profile free agents for the Bulls is probably on him. The gross date rape stuff is securely on Rose.

In depositions released from the gang rape civil trial against Rose and two of his buddies who he likes to fuck women with, Rose is depicted as a moron with slightly above second grade aptitude who kind of fucks women when he wants to. If they’re asleep or passed out, that’s on them. Even Rose admitted he knew she was super fucking drunk.

Rose’s deposition and text transcripts reveal that he asked Doe to purchase a “sex belt,” send videos of her masturbating and engage in group sex, which Rose admits that she never consented to. At one point, he allegedly called off his relationship with Doe because she refused to have group sex with Hampton and his girlfriend.

The criminality of the case of a “booty call” night gone wrong is dubious. About as grey as the Regional Miss California reviewing jewelry purchases at Chris Brown’s house late night. Everybody is fucking shady. The entertainers and athletes with the big cash and the opportunistic girls servicing them until shit inevitably gets out of hand.

Even if you believe you and your buddies had consent to fuck a chick at her place at three in the morning after she had a gallon of wine, you settle these matters out of court so all you wanton group sex and MFM proclivities don’t have to run in headlines on Yahoo. Serial killers and star athletes both know whores make for shitty defendants. Be like Mike. He kept a woman in every road city. Kept, not applauded while his boys fucked her lifeless body in the ass. Some fine lines shouldn’t be crossed. A rose by any other name. Good luck, New York.