Mark Jackson is slower than a 90 year old on crutches...

After the PHX game, my friends and I went to Chili's (near Rice) to eat. We got in just as they were closing the doors. There were only 2 other groups of people in the restaurant, a trio of black people who sat right next to us, and 4 old white people drinking it up.

Anyway, whenever I'm with this one guy, we ALWAYS end up arguing about the Rockets. It really doesn't matter what the topic is, we tend to disagree. About everything Rockets related. Well, as usual, we were arguing about the team, and somehow the topic came to Mark Jackson. He thought it was a smart move and that he was a perfect fit on the team. Well, I obviously had to disagree. I mean, sure he's the 2nd all-time leading assist man, and he's had playoff experience. But I absolutely HAD to argue with my friend on this point, just because ... that was the natural thing to do.

So we're sitting at Chili's and I'm bashing Mark Jackson left and right pretty loudly, saying he's "slower than a 90 year old on crutches" (inspiration for the title), he gets his knees blown out by opposing defenders on every play, he's a liability on defense, etc. I even say we'd be better off with Rod Strickland at the point because at least he'd be able to keep up with his man. Thankfully we end all the Rockets talk by agreeing to disagree and start talking about other things.

The rest of the meal just centers on the usual college talk, and we get ready to leave. As we're leaving, the waiter comes up to us and asks, "You do know who was sitting behind you don't you? That was Mark Jackson, the guy you were bashing on the WHOLE time!"

I ran out of there as fast as my gimpy ankle could carry me and jumped into the car. However, my friends found this freaking hysterical and actually went up to MJax and said, "Dude, you really are Mark Jackson! I love you, man, I apologize for my dumbass friend." They said he was real cool about it, like "nah, it's no problem."

Needless to say, I haven't heard the end of it yet. And even though I have no pictures (sorry Rockhead rules), it's an experience I'll regretfully never forget...just thought ya'll would like to know. Sounds like a TV show or something right? Just don't bash on players in public loudly, or you'll taste foot as well...