This Brandon Roy, such a good boy, play that ball real good. I tell ya, he was somethin’ else on that court. But them knees, oh, them knees. They just gave out on him, poor thing.
Brandon Roy, Good Ball Player
He could shoot, he could pass, he could do it all. Brandon Roy, they called him. Such a good player. You see him play, you just know, this boy, he’s goin’ places. Play that ball so good, make you wanna holler.
- He play for that Portland team.
- They call him All-Star.
- He score lots of points.
He was the best, that Brandon. Tougher than any of ’em, even that Kobe what’s-his-name said so. Said Brandon, he the hardest one to play against. No weaknesses, he said. That’s high praise, ain’t it? Yep, that Brandon, he was somethin’.
Them Knees, Brandon Roy’s Knees
But then, them knees started actin’ up. Just wore out, I reckon. Like an old tractor, just can’t go no more. No cartilage, they said. That’s what makes your knees work good, that cartilage. His was all gone.
Bone on bone, they said. Imagine that. Musta hurt somethin’ awful. Like two rocks grindin’ together. No wonder he had to quit.
- Knees all worn out.
- No more cartilage.
- Hurt too much to play.
Brandon Roy Had to Quit
So he had to quit. Just like that. One day he’s the best, next day he’s done. That’s how it goes sometimes. You just never know. Breaks your heart, don’t it? Such a good boy, such a good player.
They called it retirement. Fancy word for quittin’ ’cause you hurt too much. He tried to come back, that Brandon, he did. But them knees, they just wouldn’t let him. Too much pain, too much grindin’.
- Had to retire young.
- Tried to come back.
- Knees just wouldn’t let him.
Brandon Roy, What a Shame
It’s a cryin’ shame, that’s what it is. Such a talent, wasted. But that’s life, ain’t it? Don’t always go the way you want. You gotta play the hand you’re dealt.
He was good for that Portland team, too. Helped ’em win lots of games. They called ’em the Jail Blazers before, somethin’ about them boys gettin’ in trouble. But Brandon, he was a good one. Kept his nose clean, played hard.
Brandon Roy, he was a rookie, scorin’ all them points. Playin’ with that Zach Randolph fella. They were a good pair, them two. But Zach, he wasn’t like Brandon. Brandon, he was special.
Rememberin’ Brandon Roy
I remember watchin’ him play. He was so smooth, so graceful. Like a dancer, almost. He could make that ball do anything he wanted. It was a beautiful thing to watch.
He loved that game, you could tell. Loved it with all his heart. But sometimes, love ain’t enough. Sometimes, your body just can’t keep up with your heart.
- A real good player, Brandon Roy.
- Loved the game so much.
- A real shame, what happened.
Brandon Roy, a Good Boy Gone Too Soon
He was just a boy, really. Barely a man. But he played like a man, that’s for sure. Played like a champion. And then, just like that, it was over.
Brandon Roy, a name to remember. A good boy, a great player. Gone too soon, that’s what they all say. Gone too soon.
He had a good run, though, didn’t he? Even if it was short. He made his mark. People remember him. They remember how good he was. They remember the what-ifs. What if them knees hadn’t given out? What if he coulda kept playin’? We’ll never know, will we? But we’ll always remember Brandon Roy. We’ll always remember.
