Hey Vince Carter,
Can I call you Vincent? No? Okay, we’ll stick with Vince. Anyway, Vince, what I’m about to say is on the heart and mind of every basketball fan that bleeds the Beale Street blue. I just love you, bro. And Memphis loves you, too.
This isn’t a love that stems from the 16 seasons you thrived in the NBA prior to signing with the Grizz. It goes far beyond the Nike Shox I laced up, that gave me glimpses of hope as I attempted ridiculous Vince-like dunks on the lowered-goals in my driveway.