Over his approximately 67-year basketball career, Richard Jefferson has failed a lot. But as a minor contributor in Cleveland, he has finally achieved ultimate competitive glory. And he’s not afraid to give credit where it’s due.
How much would you pay for this Van’s Idylwild Cheetah Snapback? $5? $0? How about if you were buying it off of some guy’s gross, sweaty, lice-filled head? Maybe somebody would have to pay you to take it? If so, you have better taste than Richard Jefferson and Chandler Parsons.
This is some bullshit, man.
Richard Jefferson is in full damage control mode after supposedly dumping his fianceé by emailing her at the altar or something. He's setting the story straight about the Black AMEX, the shadiness, and the money. Oh, and the gayness.