sorry..i had to.

Grow the hell up and do your job…
All you do is play basketball. If you can’t keep the weight off, you aren’t doing your job.
Sean May, unless the knee is still bothering you, what is the excuse?
Let’s see, you wanted 1 more chance…well, the Kings gave it to you and the Nets…
That would be 2 chances…how many more you want? Lose the weight, or figure out how to best carry it to be an effective pro basketball player…or retire

I’ll always be thankful to him for his contributions at UNC and our national championship, but from everything I’ve read, his work ethic is the primary cause for most of his failures in the NBA. Andrew is right. These guys play ball for a living. Something they should really enjoy doing and should really be striving to be the best at (since you make a ton of money and are on the national stage). So, any player in the NBA continuously overweight, imo, is just taking everything for granted. You don’t have to be injury free to lose weight. I haven’t exercised on a consistent schedule in months, yet, with a change of what I’ve been eating, have dropped close to thirty pounds. May can do that too if he wanted to. I know they have personal chefs and all of that. Kid just doesn’t have it in him.

He looked pretty thin before his stint in Sacramento. However, he was waiting in line for chili dogs at Sutton’s.

But it’s you like folks say, it seems that he’s just taking everything for granted. Soaking in all those big bucks he gets. His job is to be a professional basketball player (who does get paid enormous amounts of cash) and in order to succeed in that it is vital you do a variety of things, such as: keeping yourself in good shape, good health, practicing and working on your personal deficiencies, contributing to your team, helping local communities and those less fortunate, and staying out of trouble.

Hard to believe it’s already been like 5 years since May has been in the NBA, but he still just doesn’t get it.

Is this the end of the road for him?

If being an athlete is your job and God graced you with the ability to climb to the highest-paying and most skilled level of your sport you should take the job seriously enough to give it your best.

But we don’t walk in his shoes. We don’t know what problems/stressors/issues may plague the young man and prevent him from achieving that brand of athleticism. It’s easy to judge from the chair as you type away but it’s not as easy with all the pressure, injuries, and reputation problems to overcome.

Aw, who am I kidding. I take roughly 2/3 of the meds prescribed for me because my body fell apart and my mind is all I have left. It’s the rare day that I take enough meds to eliminate my pain completely because it involves taking doses that make my head foggy and I can’t write or do research with my skull full of cotton balls and clouds.

I can’t take more than 5 steps without collapsing and working out from a wheelchair isn’t nearly as easy as it sounds. Funny thing though – right now I weigh less than 25 pounds above what I weighed when I was playing soccer and less than 20 above what I sported the last time someone paid me to sit on a throne and beat up my set of Ludwigs.
My weight tends to want to climb due to the reduction in physical activity my injuries have brought about. But when I notice it creeping up, I eat a little less, exercise a bit more, and somehow, magically I guess, the weight drops back down. Ourday the hero, right? Bullcrap. I’m nobody’s hero or role model. I’m just pressing on into my 50s and know damned well that obesity and sloth brings a quick heart attack. The muscle I bore on my frame the last time I ran on the pitch has become a tire ‘round my gut, but I don’t want to die this week so I’m careful not to let the tire become too big.

My point is a simple one. If a man with 2 ruptured discs in his spine and over 2 dozen irreparable stress fractures in his lumbar vertebrae to go along with the permanent nerve damage in his legs can manage his body, a young man in the prime of life has zero excuses. May had it all right there in front of him and he blew it. I feel less shame at the looks “healthy people” give me when they see me in the wheelchair than May should each time he looks in a mirror.
Have a nice life Mr. May. I hear there’s work available stuffing envelopes from home. That way you can watch your old game films and pack away the Cheesy Poofs until you get fired for the orange stains on the envelopes.