Vince Carter is old. That’s all there is to it. Not many players keep playing into middle age. I thought he would hang up the sneakers after his time with the Kings last season (anybody would want to retire from basketball after having to play for that franchise), but he defied my expectations by signing with a tanking team instead. Instead of ring-chasing, he actually went to the team that was the most likely to give him a real role with real minutes. Does he get props for that? I have a lot of spare props in piles around my house so I might as will give him some. Here, Vince, have some of my props.
Fun fact: Trae Young was not born yet when Carter was drafted, and Carter made his regular-season debut when Trae was four months old. So Trae is lying in his crib as basically a 0-IQ, high-decibel poop generation machine while Carter dropped 16 on the Celtics in his first NBA action. Now Trae, continent and capable of ambulation, is diming the old man like there’s not a two-decade gulf in their ages. Damn.