Not our business, but...WHAT ARE MCGRADY'S PROBLEMS????

Depressed, unmotivated McGrady>95% of the players in the NBA.

McGrady working through the depression and not playing at 100%=O.K.

McGrady taking time off=NO!!!

God save the Rockets.

 

do you suffer from DEPRESSION?

i'm assuming not. then you CANNOT even understand what tracy is going through. depression is not an EXCUSE. it is REALITY. if you haven't been through it, SHUT UP!

tracy is giving it his all everynight, if you watched you would know this.

i'm so tired of people who are trying to talk about something that they have no clue whatsoever about. i guess you just won't get it and all that i'm trying to say is useless. but you should listen to what people like myself are saying. people who have delt with SERIOUS depression and still do.

 

calm down. did you read what i wrote? would my mom qualified to be a depressed person? that wasn't all she went through. her dad died when she was only 12. her sister died like 20 years later. now she's a loner (small family she got). she has NO ONE in her direct family now. this is not to factor in the war she lived through (vietnam war), and the many years in poverty, of struggling to get by. she couldn't get any treatment for depression or see any doctor in that third world country. i don't want to sit here yapping about my mom. but her case i know for sure is much worse than mcgrady's case. but she fought through without complaining or any depression treatments. and she's a WOMAN.

 

i wasn't talking about you. i was talking about mcgrady's case. no harsh feelings.

 

This is actually worth repeating. No matter how much you hate Kobe, you have to admit this guy is mentally tough. And I don't think T-Mac's case is somewhat worse than Kobe's two years ago. Remember this dude had to fly to the court and fly back to the game at the same day many times, and he still performed!!!

Not saying there is something wrong with T-Mac. But everyone face pressure at sometime, especially for those so called NBA super stars that are earning millions every year. But somebody has the ability to turn pressure into motivation and others may need AWOL. So there are indeed differences.

 

to me tracy isn't complaining. he is just trying to explain what he is going through.

it's obvious that this season has been a huge dissapointment, and his injury and his personal issues have been a part of his inconsistent performance. it just sounds like tracy is trying to explain everything, but people are turning that into an excuse. that's the fine line with struggling with depression. you don't want to sound like you are complaining. you are just trying to tell people what you are going through, but they perceive that as excuses. it's so difficult. i've been through it. it's just awful.

your mom definitely went through some very difficult times, and more than likely suffered from depression. but still depression sometimes isn't a competition of worse circumstances. a woman in mom's condition can feel just as bad a tmac does. and their reactions are different to the circumstances. i'm sure your mom was faced at a crossroads type of situation like tmac is at. lets see how tracy pushes through it before we call him weak. that is owed to him. he needs to sit down and evaluate the situation and do what is best for him.

personally, i hope tracy comes back, and brings houston another championship and shuts a lot of people up.

 

really mature. glad to know you care to understand what is going on here.....

 

Oh, so little kids get depress now? Tasteless and insensitive you are...

 

LOL@ you comparing this to kobe on a rape trial he got himself into.

Not only that, he was pampered by Dr Buss the entire time, and had a team that could win with or without him, he was NOT carrying the burden...he had 3 other HOF players and a HOF coach on his team

These types of posts are ignorant IMO.. Kobe was so mentally strong that he snitched on Shaq, ran Malone and GP out, and Phil all in the same year. Must've been pretty strong to bring shaq up to the police when the pressure was on right?

Get out of here. Let me know when Kobe deals with this over and over again

Mourning Star-

Seven seasons, seven deaths. Tracy McGrady's life is forever scarred with the sudden losses of loved ones.

By Jerry Brewer | Sentinel Staff Writer
Posted February 29, 2004

The boy had a question. It was not about his car accident, the one that put him in this hospital bed and left him comatose for 13 days. It was not about his crushed pelvis, his shattered hip, his punctured lung, his damaged brain. It was not about the ventilator that sustained him.

Hayden Hooten kept looking at some pictures. In each one, he rested gingerly in bed, and Tracy McGrady, his favorite basketball player, leaned over him, smiling. The photos were all over the 16-year-old's room at Sand Lake Hospital, blown up poster size.

"Tracy McGrady came to see me?" he asked. "Why?"

Obbe Maldonado understood his friend now. He saw McGrady's desert-dry face swell with tears. Then McGrady collapsed, and two men strained to lift his 6-foot-8 body. It was December 1999. They were at the funeral of McGrady's cousin, Ryan T. For the first time in his life, Maldonado witnessed McGrady, then 19, unable to control himself.

"That's when I knew he had feelings," Maldonado said.

It was a sad moment that would only multiply itself. It triggered seven paradoxical years for a teen who would grow into a star. The more McGrady has gained, the more he has lost.

Seven NBA seasons, seven deaths.

These people cannot be forgotten.

"Ryan McGrady -- we called him Ryan T. -- he was playing ball and forgot his inhaler.

"Corey Bess. They shot my cousin."

"Vanessa Jones, her boyfriend shot her in the head."

"Eric Anderson, my boy E, got shot."

"Henry Andrews, went to school with him, car accident."

"Jaclyn McGrady, that was my stepmom, cancer."

"Johnnie Ruth Green -- she helped raise me -- it was her heart." When Ryan T. died, McGrady considered life unfair. Now, he sometimes wonders if it is as fleeting as an NBA career.

Seven deaths later, loss has scarred McGrady. It doesn't make his grief more important than others who mourn. It doesn't make him more of a victim of his roots and of circumstance than any other person who has risen from poverty.

This struggle puts him on a universal level. Move through tragedy with McGrady, and his smirking, aloof image vanishes. Then a man who fears answering his phone after midnight appears.

"It's happened so many times," McGrady, now 24, said. "I'm wondering who's going to be next. Sleeping at night, waiting on a late phone call. Bad news."

The first phone call came in November 1997. McGrady was going through his first NBA preseason in Toronto when he learned that Henry Andrews, the little football player who could fight guys twice his size, had fallen asleep while driving and wrecked on Interstate. 4.

McGrady was miffed, but he accepted Henry's death as a random occurrence. That was before Ryan T. died.

He was having dinner with his girlfriend in Toronto, where his NBA career began. Chance, his brother, was on the other end.

Chance told his brother that Ryan T. had an asthma attack while playing basketball. McGrady was concerned but not panicked. Ryan T. was an asthmatic. This had happened before.

Fifteen minutes later, Chance called again.

"He didn't make it."

"What do you mean he didn't make it?"

"He died, man."

McGrady dropped his fork. He and his girlfriend bolted from the restaurant. "I don't know if I paid the bill," he said.

He returned to his condo and plopped on his bed. He did not move the rest of the night. He flew home in silence the next morning.

Home wasn't the same. Home never would be the same again.

McGrady is from Auburndale, a Polk County town of 11,000 between Orlando and Tampa. Ryan T. died on the court where McGrady honed his game.

The deaths of Ryan T., Corey Bess and Eric Anderson hurt McGrady the most. He grew up with them. They shared his NBA dream. They all died as McGrady lived their dream.

Ryan T., Corey and Tracy lived in the same neighborhood, as did Vanessa Jones, a cute, studious girl with strict parents. They called the neighborhood The Hill, though there is no hill.

McGrady often drives through The Hill to remember his past.

"That was, like, the spot," he said. "We played football in the street. We played baseball. We'd do anything. My grandmother used to always go fishing, and we'd always have a fish fry in the evening time. That's what we did."

He can remember the proximity of his friends. On Lincoln Court, there's his old home with the screened porch, small enough to walk through in 20 steps, large enough to accommodate Tracy, his mother, grandmother and a visitor. Around the corner, on Henry Street, is Vanessa's home. Two houses to the left is Ryan T.'s place. Two more houses down, at the end of Henry, are Corey's -- CB's -- quarters, where all the boys used to hang. Four friends in 150 yards.

It was a simple life, as long as they stayed away from the complicated stuff -- the drugs and guns. Out of hood nobility, the children had some protection. They weren't allowed on this one stretch, between New Hope and Hobbs streets. There was too much dealing, too much crime there.

McGrady once witnessed police arrest his youth league football coach during a drug bust. Gunshots were as common as wind gusts. McGrady wasn't even a teenager when he looked over a fence and saw a dead man, his leg separated from the blast of a shotgun.

"I was like, 'Damn,'. " McGrady said. "I changed after that. I was like, 'Man, this is real out here.' I didn't want to be a part of that. Not at all."

Barry and Lynn Hooten didn't know what motivated McGrady to see their son. Maybe it was the Polk County connection. Maybe Hayden living in Lake Wales, about 20 minutes from Auburndale, mattered to McGrady.

Hayden kept asking why, and his parents just smiled and confirmed the authenticity of those pictures. Hayden was entranced. The parents hoped that reinforcing his idol's visit would help cure his post-traumatic amnesia.

McGrady came on Dec. 20, or Day 45 of his hospital stay. There would be 27 more days there, none better than this one. McGrady pulled out an autographed game jersey and presented it to Hayden.

"Our boy lit up like a light bulb," the parents recalled.

McGrady left Auburndale in 1996 and went to Durham, N.C. He spent his senior year of high school at Mount Zion Academy, a basketball factory located in a boom area for hoops. To become a great player, he had to go elsewhere.

He made the biggest of jumps, from high school to the NBA, ventured to Toronto in 1997 and missed his little country town for his entire rookie season.

After the 1999-2000 season, McGrady would become a free agent and sign with the Orlando Magic, partly because Orlando is 40 miles from Auburndale.

It was a homecoming. But home, or at least the feeling behind it, was dissolving.

In McGrady's final season in Toronto, Vanessa Jones -- the cute, studious girl with strict parents -- was killed. On the morning of Oct. 6, 1999, McGrady laced his sneakers to endure more of the preseason NBA grind. In The Hill, on Henry Street, Flora Jones received a call.

The caller told Flora that her husband, David, was having problems with his truck. David needed Flora to meet him at The Tree, a local landmark in nearby Winter Haven, the caller said.

Flora left to help her husband. She told her daughter, Vanessa, that she would be back. Flora and Vanessa had been surprised earlier when Vanessa's ex-boyfriend, Oscar Hodge, came to the house pleading to chat. He was rejected.

It was over between the two. They had split three days earlier. Vanessa had taken off the engagement ring and given it back.

Hodge couldn't handle the disappointment. So, police think, he had someone place that phony call to Flora. Once Flora left, he approached the home.

Vanessa opened the door. Hodge fired a .38 at her head. Mom would return home to find her daughter's body 30 minutes later.

Then Hodge drove to a Lake Cannon boat ramp, proclaimed he had killed a person, threw his cell phone to an onlooker and placed that gun in his mouth. He pulled the trigger, but his suicide attempt failed. After he recovered, his trial began, and in 2001 he was sentenced to life in prison.

Vanessa, 19, was gone. By the end of the year, only Corey and Tracy were left from The Hill crew.

McGrady did not attend the funeral, but distance did nothing for the shock. This was Vanessa, a good girl, who had the strictest parents, who often came home from school, went into the house and did not resurface until the bus arrived the next morning. The type of girl that had great parenting, McGrady said. Shoot her? Who would shoot her?

"You love a woman," McGrady said. "You want to marry her. Things get bad. So you shoot her? It's crazy, man. Crazy."

After McGrady joined the Magic, he bought the mansion of deceased golfer Payne Stewart, a private home tucked away in southwest Orlando.

He also learned his stepmother, Jaclyn, was dying of cancer. He offered to take care of his brother, Chance, Jaclyn's child. He became big bro and guardian. The dying mother gushed over her stepson's generosity and love.

McGrady became a star that year. He led the Orlando Magic in scoring and verve. By the time the 2000-2001 season ended, McGrady was one of the brightest young talents in basketball.

Two weeks later, Jaclyn died. McGrady and his brother, Chance, had prayed for her to make it to Mother's Day. But the cancer would not allow it.

Less than two weeks later, police found Corey Bess' body in Fort Myers. A Fort Myers man, Derek Davis, allegedly killed him.

A robbery attempt had turned bad. Corey and Adrin McGough, a Winter Haven native, tried to run. Bullets struck Corey in the back and leg. McGough was shot in the arm, but he survived.

The Hill seemed faceless now. McGrady had escaped, but Corey, Ryan T. and Vanessa had exited, too.

Corey -- CB -- was the glue. Everyone used to show up at his place. He had the basketball goal. He had the latest video games. He shared with all.

"CB made sure we were straight," McGrady said. "He just took care of us."

CB, Ryan T. and Tracy. They were a clique. They were a rhyme. They were now extinct.

McGrady rides through The Hill and remembers them riding bikes through the neighborhood. Or maybe they're teasing Vanessa on the way home from school. They're all memories now of a different time, of a misplaced time.

"It's not the same," he said. "It's not the same at all. Everybody who's come out of there, they're off doing their own thing. They're locked up. They're dead. That's basically it. Or they're probably on drugs.

"All the cats I grew up with, they're not even around there. None of them. Nobody."

Slowly, Hayden's amnesia lifted. Why it happened, not even the doctors can say for certain. But after McGrady's visit, Hayden began to improve.

This much is fact: McGrady came to see Hayden. The family took pictures. The family used those pictures to make Hayden want to remember. Eventually, Hayden remembered. Hayden's father, Barry, is a pastor. His strongest beliefs go beyond medicine. That day with McGrady was uplifting, and everyone in the room felt it. That day sparked Hayden.

"We're not going to give all the glory to T-Mac," Barry said, "but the Lord, he works through people."

McGrady led the NBA in scoring last season. He averaged 32.1 points per game, but it was the ease in which he scored that astonished. Some nights, there was just no defense for him. He was untouchable in those games, and people could tell from his first shot.

Last March, with the MVP chants at their loudest, he stared at a room full of silent friends. They had all gathered at his mansion, but no one wanted to tell McGrady the truth.

Eric Anderson was dead.

His guy, his point guard at Auburndale High School, took a bullet to the chest while watching a fight in a McDonald's parking lot. Lil' E was gone at 25.

He and McGrady had been playing phone tag, and this is what hurt the most. McGrady had been trying to convince Lil' E to move to Orlando. McGrady wanted Lil' E to use his college degree and find a job near him.

Eric agreed, but he didn't want to live off McGrady. If he was going to make the move, he didn't want to use his friend for assistance. At the same time, he sensed that he needed to leave Polk County as soon as he could. "There's nothing good for me here," he would tell friends.

On the night he died, Eric planned to stay home with his girlfriend. He went out late. At a club, a 7-year-old incident regurgitated itself. A fight ensued, and Eric's brother, Curtis Crossley, was involved.

This quarrel drifted to a McDonald's restaurant in Lakeland, about 5 miles from the club. Lil' E went to look after his brother. But as the group headed toward McDonald's, he called his girlfriend and asked her to come get him.

The 7-year-old feud turned into a brawl at McDonald's. The participants raged against each other while onlookers encircled them. Then, police say,

Aree Spivey, Jason Reid and Patrick Brown pulled out their guns. Crossley's crew was stunned.

A fistfight had turned into a pistol-whipping, bullet-flying fiasco.

By the time Eric's girlfriend arrived, he was dead. The bystander became the victim.

McGrady couldn't believe it. He figured this was the year he wouldn't lose anyone. What happened to untouchable? This was his year. He was unstoppable on the court. Layla, his daughter and the gift that made life comprehensible, was born. He figured there would be no early-morning phone calls, no awkward declarations of death. The season was almost over. He had almost survived.

So there was another funeral at Cypress Cathedral, one of the largest churches in town. And on the ride there, McGrady and his friends said, "Every time we come to this church, it's for a funeral. We hate this church, really."

And McGrady looked at a dead body again. And tears streamed again. And two men were needed to prop him up again.

People knew he had feelings again. He was not untouchable again. Disbelief reigned again.

"I think about them every day," McGrady said. "Ryan, I still can't believe that he's dead. I assume that he's down in Auburndale, doing his normal thing. And E, the same thing. I just can't believe that."

Shortly after Eric's funeral, McGrady and his trainer, Wayne Hall, came across some old photographs. They were in the Philippines for an adidas promotion and posing with a basketball team of dwarfs. They had been so taken by these guys. They looked so happy in the pictures.

Hall looked at McGrady while he stared at those pictures. He was looking at Lil' E with "that look like you'll never see him again," Hall said. McGrady got quiet. His friends know to leave him alone then.

"Because I just go into my own little cage," he said. "I go into my own little shell and just clam up. And I'm out of it for a while."

At the beginning of this season, McGrady suffered a slump unmatched since he became a star. He cried about the NBA's zone defenses, which he thinks limit him. He watched his team lose 19 consecutive games. He revealed that he considered quitting basketball.

It was thought to be the fit of a spoiled superstar. McGrady stuck out his chest, and then in private would think to himself, "Who will I lose this year?"

In January, Johnnie, his great aunt, died of heart failure. A key figure in his upbringing was gone. He was saddened but not shocked.

By now, he can set his watch to death.

McGrady threw a birthday party last month. His daughter, Layla, turned 1. His home turned into a kids' carnival, with family friends and children giggling amid balloons and cake. Worry had ceased.

"I can't believe I have a little girl," he said, laughing and shaking his head. "A real girl."

Obbe Maldonado, his childhood friend, joined him. They reminisced. They went from men to boys to men in their chat. They reunited at fatherhood.

"I told you," Maldonado said. "Didn't I tell you? You'll never know about life until you have your own kid."

McGrady nodded.

"You'll die for your kids," Maldonado said.

"I sure will," McGrady replied.

During that moment, death was not a word to fear. Love resided within the thought of death.

"You can't escape it," McGrady said. "Everybody has their time."

Such a truth won't stop memories from roiling McGrady. There always will be those weird, quiet moments. He understands this.

He would rather have those moments than forget. He will never forget.

"There's nothing wrong with that," he said. "I'm hurting, though. I'm really hurting. But I'm alive. So I'll play with this pain. I'll play through this pain. All those people I've lost, they deserve that from me."

Before McGrady left the hospital, Hayden needed to know something. He needed to know if his idol was OK. McGrady grinned to calm him.

The tenor of this meeting had shifted. It was no longer just about what McGrady could do for Hayden. The boy had touched the icon. They both understood why McGrady had come then.

Hayden still needed to know if McGrady was OK. They would part soon, Hayden to rehabilitation, McGrady to the rest of a basketball season. They did not meet to be lifelong friends. They were destined to stop briefly as they passed by each other. And McGrady's assurance would end this encounter.

"Well, you just keep working," he said, "and I will, too."


SEVEN SEASONS, SEVEN DEATHS

* HENRY ANDREWS, 20, friend. -- Died Nov. 7, 1997. Car accident.

RYAN T. McGRADY, 19, cousin. -- Died Dec. 5, 1999. Complications from asthma.

VANESSA JONES, 19, friend. -- Died Oct. 6, 1999. Shot.

JACLYN McGRADY, 38, stepmom. -- Died May 8, 2001. Cancer.

COREY BESS, 22, cousin. -- Died May 20, 2001. Shot.

ERIC ANDERSON, 25, best friend. -- Died March 16, 2003. Shot.

JOHNNIE RUTH GREEN, 73, great aunt. -- Died Jan. 28, 2004. Heart failure.

 

^ Now you tell me that wouldn't weigh on somebody. I don't care how much time has passed, it's got to be hard to get over so many people so close to you dying so young. Add to that whatever the new situation is and he's got to be feeling it.

Yet the guy is still a legitimate all-star every year.

 

Isn't the article on this page the same article that is on the first page of this thread?

 

Oh, for god's sake..

see.. i knew Hakeem06 would be the first one to react to that particular picture..

you sure dwell quite assuredly on the possibility that it could be depression, infact dwell quite assuredly on depression alltogether..
if you've suffered from 'clinical' depression.. that's fine,
the picture wasn't directed at you..
it was directed at this whole defensive, encroaching sympathatical commune speaking as know-it-alls, while complaining about know-it-alls, over a prematurely reciprocated accepted notion that the man is in fact depressed..

when.. its NOT a fact... the only fact is, he's going through some kind of problem, "crisis".

it could be anything, it could be depression but, then it could be something else entirely. people can be at a crossroads without being depressed.. he could be in a rut
just barely discovering himself and where he stands with the people in his life and life in general.. perhaps, he's been one of those millions of people that just doesn't know and hasn't ever given much thought to what he really wants to achieve in life and obtain from it..
maybe he's NOT depressed, just.. disinterested in his current affairs and the daily life he engages in routinely..
and, wants "time for myself, away from it all", to figure out what he wants NOW..

i mean seriously, let's stop being so damn pressumptious and defensive about our assumptions..
be understanding, but don't try to base your understanding on what you may think is bothering him.. because, you don't know.. only he does..

the over-zealous protective stance towards T-mac and his problem while coinciding it with your own, is just as bad as the over-zealous lot who find him to be a pansy and should "man up".. you're both arguing over your own eager assumptions, and being damn defensive about it..

so group A, stop being so eagerly empathical and acceptive, towards something that might not be so..

and group B, stop being so damn offensive and stubborn, over something that might not be so..

and that's what the crying picture is all about..

 

For something so strong that's affectiving right now ....


you dont think is something with his current family ?

 

what do expect hmm? seriously, you post that pic and expect some chuckles?

come on. yeah, some of us take this issue seriously. and i've said it before. maybe tmac doesn't have depression, but it still doesn't take away the fact that he is going through something very trying and difficult. and if that affects his performance, he's a bad guy or "wuss" because of it? come on, that's just ignorant. i'm someone trying to explore options (depression) that others may not, and trying to explain the reasoning an actions behind them from personal experience. if that makes me a whiner or whatever you are trying to portray by your picture, fine. in the end i don't give a damn what you think. i'm just trying to let people know the facets and effects of depression, which i believe tracy is going through.

 

good grief..


they don't seem to want to know the "facets and effects of depresion", why? because they don't believe that's what T-mac is going through.. just as you 'believe', he is..

you're both just arguing over your own relating assumptions... you're both taking it personal..

you're taking it personal, because you've been through depression.. and, want people to take that mutual symphatical approach towards T-mac

they're taking it personal, because they've been through adversity and picked themselves up by their boot straps.. and want T-mac or 'expect' him to do the same..

neither of you are T-mac, this is a thread about T-mac/his problem and to wonder what that problem could be.. but not to take defensive stances on the wonder, coalecing our own personal experiences... what is the point to do so, other than to just be stubborn, whine, unproductively?

 

For all of you that call T-Mac weak: Go root for the Lakers if Kobe is so bomb.

This guy is part of the Houston Rockets, the team we all root for, well, only some of us sound like we do.

He didn't call for this media. He's been going through ****, and none of you seem to understand that. Now, it's true, taking the time off is rather unacceptable unless it's urgent/an emergency, but still, the guy is out there with all this weighing him down everyday. You couldn't even tell during that streak where he averaged like 35 ppg for like 10 games.

He's not having one of his best seasons, that's for sure, and neither are the Rockets, but what do you expect with all these injuries? He's dealt with it before and we've never noticed, something must really be getting at him.

He's weak?? BULLSH*T he played through tendinitis many times last season and is still doing so this season. The back is something he can't play through, but whenever he can play, he's on the court.

I don't think this is an excuse to cover up the slump because when he played against the Clippers, he took it in a lot, therefore, he played better, something must really be bugging him to take away the will to play.

He's totally frustrated. Something is stressing him out. Did you see how he pushed Raja Bell to the floor during the Suns game, it was totally on purpose, after a weak push, he pushed him to the ground. He's pissed off. Usually he doesn't show emotions like that.

McGradySNKT = correct. Those posts are ignorant. You want to compare Yao to Shaq? You want to compare juwan howard to karl malone and rafer alston to gary payton? Find what teammates T-Mac has then compare Kobe and Tmac. don't even talk about the coaching staff.

Then look at the scenario:

T-Mac didn't commit the crime or go to trial for it, this is all dumped on him, not created by him.

 

My God, a WOMAN???? How impressive! I consider my mother a very strong person, but she suffered from depression for a long time after BOTH her parents and her 2 year-old brother died in a car accident when she was 13. Then her sister, my aunt, was stabbed to death by her boyfriend last year, and my mother was diagnosed again with clinical depression. Look, everyone here who's taking depression lightly or repeating the same "suck it up and do your job" mantra have obviously never ****ing gone through real depression.

Sorry for bumping the thread, but I can't believe what I'm reading in here. Something is terribly wrong with his life right now, even though he's a huge superstar, show a little compassion. Everyone can go through severe depression, it doesn't matter how much money and fame you have.

 

Those of you saying that Tracy needs to get over it and he has no right to be depressed being as rich and successfull as he is....you should be ashamed of yourselves. Idiots.

 

See, we're speculating too much here, we have NO IDEA what T-Mac is going through, but shouldn't we at least take him at his word that it's a "personal crisis, more trying than anything I've ever been through before" ? I mean, McGrady is anything but a liar, in fact if anything, he's been honest at times when he shouldn't have, the guy has always told it like it is...that much ain't in doubt. So anyone who thinks he's making this whole thing up as a convenient excuse is beyond stupid. T-Mac is talking to a shrink and others that are helping him go through it, I don't think he would approach others to try and help him if he was lying.

As for him being 'weak', anyone who says that after the way he dealed with past tragedies in his life doesn't know ****. The guy has proven time and time again that he's pretty resilient, not to mention that he's been playing through injuries for the past couple of seasons and hasn't complained or 'copped out'.

I agree with Hmmm, I think those who claim to know what he has and those who are lashing out against him (I am not surprised that some notable McGrady haters/Kobe lovers are among them) are both going overboard.

No one knows what he has to deal with here, I think the man has earned the benefit of the doubt, I will just take a wait-and-see approach here.

All I can say is that I hope he solves whatever problems he has and wish him the best, I view it as just another symptom of this cursed season, it's the way things have been going with us lately.