Why I'll Always Love Steve Francis and the Houston Rockets

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“I thought we were really building something, something very good in Houston. Obviously that’s not the direction they want to go. I still think we could be a very good team. I’m not crying. Like I told you before, I know this is a business. Things like that happen. I’m not mad. I’m not upset. This is what they’re trying to do. But like I said, I still think we could be something.”

He stood there looking at the ground with a dissolved, almost spaced, facial reaction.

I remember that as a kid more than I remember the actual interview.

I remember defending him while all my friends would trash his game.

I remember hating Tracy McGrady.

I remember loving Cuttino Mobley.

In an inteview with ESPN, ex-Rockets guard Moochie Norris, who played with Stevie Franchise and Mobley in Houston said:

“They’re like the dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, except maybe they’re Batman and Batman, because neither one of them is the sidekick. You don’t see a lot of guys in the NBA as tight as that, especially after they get traded. But they are. And you should have seen it back when we all played together. I mean, you just never saw one without the other one there.”

I remember wearing the pajama pinstripe #3 jersey for literally 72 hours until my mom, in protest, made me take it off.

One thing is sure, when the city of Houston lost Steve Francis, it lost a genuine piece of Texas‘ soul.

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