Pritchard’s come up is no joke. I grew up playing against the dude. Just to give you a sort of rough outline on what it was like in the area he grew up, read this harrowing narrative from Chael Sonnen:
*“I don’t know that I’m a ‘self-proclaimed’ gangster. I’m from the mean streets of West Linn, Oregon, and I’ve seen things and been through things that somebody like you, in your little pearly loft, couldn’t even relate to,” said Sonnen.*
*In fact, Sonnen seems emotional at first, as if he is going to share some dark stories from his childhood with the interviewer.*
*”If you’re asking me to share stories with you, that are frankly none of your business, maybe I’ll give you a couple and maybe you’ll take that little smug look off your face.”*
*”I can date back to when I was 11-years-old. I’m minding my own business and I’m in a park. This guy, a stranger to me, takes a piece of gum out of his pocket. He puts it in his mouth and then he just throws the wrapper on the ground. He publicly litters. And I saw that! I had to see these things at a young age. Sure somebody came along, picked it up, and threw it in a trash can, but for the few moments where that sat on the ground and the law was violated in my neighborhood…”*
*”We have chaos. We have anarchy at times in West Linn. There was years when my father didn’t even make a-hundred-grand—or barely made a-hundred-grand—and sure we had a maid, but she only came twice a week. What do you think happened the other five days? You think those dishes washed themselves? You think those clothes got themselves in the hamper?”*
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Who the hell was guarding him? Wolverine???
“Eye of the Tiger”
Pritchard’s come up is no joke. I grew up playing against the dude. Just to give you a sort of rough outline on what it was like in the area he grew up, read this harrowing narrative from Chael Sonnen:
*“I don’t know that I’m a ‘self-proclaimed’ gangster. I’m from the mean streets of West Linn, Oregon, and I’ve seen things and been through things that somebody like you, in your little pearly loft, couldn’t even relate to,” said Sonnen.*
*In fact, Sonnen seems emotional at first, as if he is going to share some dark stories from his childhood with the interviewer.*
*”If you’re asking me to share stories with you, that are frankly none of your business, maybe I’ll give you a couple and maybe you’ll take that little smug look off your face.”*
*”I can date back to when I was 11-years-old. I’m minding my own business and I’m in a park. This guy, a stranger to me, takes a piece of gum out of his pocket. He puts it in his mouth and then he just throws the wrapper on the ground. He publicly litters. And I saw that! I had to see these things at a young age. Sure somebody came along, picked it up, and threw it in a trash can, but for the few moments where that sat on the ground and the law was violated in my neighborhood…”*
*”We have chaos. We have anarchy at times in West Linn. There was years when my father didn’t even make a-hundred-grand—or barely made a-hundred-grand—and sure we had a maid, but she only came twice a week. What do you think happened the other five days? You think those dishes washed themselves? You think those clothes got themselves in the hamper?”*
My point guard