I like Derrick Rose. Not as much as I like Lebron. I don’t have a crush on him at all. And I’m not even a Chicago Bulls or New York Knicks fan. I just like Derrick Rose. He seems like a super cool guy to me. He’s the type of cool that only a Black man can be. That type of cool is often replicated but never quite duplicated. He seems like the type of guy your cousin would bring to a family cook out and everyone instantly liked him. If she stopped bringing him around everyone would ask “Whatever happened to your guy that you brought to the cook out?” for years to come.
He’s a Chicago neighborhood that grew up on the rough side of town and became the pride of the old neighborhood. Derrick Rose always seemed natural and down to Earth to me. He was just a simple Chicago boy turned basketball star; no more or less.
Derrick’s career seemed promising at the start but he suffered injury after injury. Some of the injuries caused him to sit out entire or part of more than one season. Poor Derrick Rose couldn’t get a break. There was a time when I thought Rose my be the unluckiest man on the planet. I felt bad for him and I wanted to see him come back and play well.
Rose was recently traded to the New York Knicks and I thought his career may have a chance to rebound. But rape accusations from a former lover made him headline news for something other than his performance as an athlete. I am terribly disappointed in Rose.
There is no real way for him to ever recover from this incident. The parts of the story that are agreed upon by both parties make Derrick Rose look like complete garbage. He claims that he thought he had consent to have sex with the woman because she sent him a text message. I don’t remember what the text said but it did not say come over here and have sex with me. It was something to the affect of “Sure, come by for a visit”. And somehow Rose took that to mean that sex was a sure thing. My advice for all men is to get verbal, objective confirmation of consent before having sex with a woman.
Rose and the woman accusing him of rape were not the only people involved in this sordid tale. Two of Rose’s friends were in on the act too. So superstar Rose and two of his flunkies went to this woman’s house with the intentions of all three of them having sex with her. I didn’t think that was real. Who does that xxxx? Evidently Derrick Rose and his flunkies do.
Where’s the romance, intimacy, friendship, flirtation or sex appeal? That is just trash! One would think that Derrick Rose would have enough romantic offers that he wouldn’t need to share women. His buddies may not get the attention that Derrick does but surely they could develop enough of a personality so they would have to split a bit of sex three ways. Come on guys have some standards. Where is your pride?
Derrick won his court case and he doesn’t have to pay his accuser the boat load of money she was demanding. But his character and career are tarnished in my eyes. When it comes to situations like this I figure you may not exactly be guilty of what you’re being accused of but you probably did something you had no business doing.
I will never see Rose as the super cool guy from Chicago who’s talent and dedication to his sport earned him fame and fortune. From now on I will see him as a sexual deviant that despite being a grown man does not understand what it is to get consent from a woman for sex. Now he’s just blechkk! This latest trial of Derrick Rose makes me wonder if foolishness is the cause of his problems. You blew it Derrick.