Chicago Bulls guard Derrick Rose is a great basketball player. He really is. And he seems like a great guy. He really does. But I, for one, am tired of seeing and hearing about his mother every thirty seconds.
Before each home game, Rose walks to the west end of the United Center, looks up to Suite 45, and blows a kiss to his mom. And she blows one back. Every. Single. Game.
In December, when the 23-year-old star was awarded his new contract, he threw his love for mom in our faces yet again. "I can say this now, Mom...we finally made it!"
When Derrick Rose was awarded the NBA's Most Valuable Player Award last season, he thanked his mom again. "Last, but not least, I want to thank my mom, Brenda Rose...You keep me going every day. And I love you. I appreciate you being in my life."
I mean, I know she means a lot to him and everything--and she's the single most important influence on Derrick's life--but, come on man, enough is enough. He even cried!
In post-game interviews with tiny newspapers and giant television networks alike, Derrick Rose talks about how much he loves and respects his mom, and I think it's time that someone tell him to leave the sappy stuff at home and focus on basketball for once. No one is paying to see him gush. We're paying to see him win basketball games. Doesn't Rose realize that he is thrusting his personal family business into arenas that are unexpected and unwelcome?
The situation is clearly out of control and needs to be stopped. Otherwise, every professional athlete might start talking about his or her mom before and after games. Then what?