by Justin Cherot
Realistically, House should be one of my favorite players in the NBA. I fancy myself a Stephen Curry-type of player, but the truth of the matter is that if I took some truth serum and looked in the mirror, I probably play the most like House. We both like the catch and shoot approach, and when we both get on fire it’s slightly orgasmic, for lack of a better phrase.
Honestly, it’s a jealousy thing.
My girlfriend Shanta has had this thing for Eddie since around 2006, back when he was playing for the Suns. One night I guess they were playing the Mavs, they panned to him on the bench, and to paraphrase, she says, “WHO IS THAT SEXY MAN WITH THE FACIAL HAIR!?”
Basically, throughout the Celtics’ playoff runs between 2008 and 2009, every time House hit a shot–and he did hit a ton of clutch shots– it was like a teenager from the 1980’s seeing Michael Jackson at the supermarket. Thankfully the Nate Robinson trade relegated him to the Knicks, making this postseason House-free… except for the times Shanta wanted to watch House on Fox during a blowout.
To make matters worse, her second favorite piece of eye candy in the league–Dwyane Wade— is already in Miami, making all 82 regular season games and up to 31 (kill me, if that’s the case) post-season games must-see TV.
But I swear I’m not jealous.