Is The "Down-Ass Chick" Dead in Sports?

See if this sounds familiar: You and your girlfriend/boyfriend are parting ways to attend separate colleges in the fall. You've ignored the idea of breaking up with this person, both of you saying. "We can make this work. I'll call. I'll visit on the weekends." You part ways thinking that everything is going to be okay.

Things are cool for the three weeks until you notice some fine-ass dude/chick giving you eye in the cafeteria. He or she is finer, smarter, cuter, flier ... whatever, he or she has your shorty beat by miles. You go to party, you see him or her. You walk to class 5 minutes early to "accidentally" bump into that person. You want that person. Temptation is a bitch. You have to break up with your boo, or you'll do something stupid.

You will never tell him or her the true reason why it's over. All you'll say: "This long-distance thing isn't working." The real reason: I didn't know that better people existed until I went to college.

This is real and all to common. It also happens to athletes. Look at Dwyane Wade ...

While reading about Dwyane Wade and his little situation being put on blast, I became bothered by it. Not because Dwyane was messing with hookers or doing other scandalous shit (what's new?), but because he never had to. Dwyane married his high school sweetheart, Siohvaughn, and everything seem peachy. There were people who said that he could do better, which he ignored. Siohvaughn was with him before the fame and before the money.

But where is he? Miami. After winning the NBA championship in 2006, women and trappers (they are two different breeds) ran towards him. He was caught, he was done ... it was over. The idea of the "down-ass chick" was dead.

For those unfamiliar, the "down-ass chick" is the one person that stayed with you when you were struggling and would stay if you fell flat again. She was there before the fame, the money and the success. She genuinely loves you and cares about you. That's why, if you did cheat on the account of being a man and, hypothetically, had a child on the way, you stayed with her, regardless of how good that other chick looks in front of your people.

That concept in sports is dead. The Juanitas are gone. The Tawannas, the Allen Iverson types, are gone. The Cookies, the wives of a Magic Johnson, especially, are gone. It's either two things: One, women don't put up with being second-fiddle or two, these athletes realize that they are playing themselves if the even try to commit. I think it's a combination of both.