The life of a retired NBA benchwarmer is a rough one. You’ve blown most of your career earnings on bad business deals and overpriced houses, you’re not well known enough to make any money endorsing things, and nobody appreciates the years you spent putting up 10 points per game for an awful expansion team. What’s a forgotten cager to do?
Well, if you’re former Minnesota Timberwolf Pooh Richardson, you while away your days looking out for the well being of your friends. Seems like a worthy and wholesome way for ol’ Pooh to spend his time until you find out that his “friends” are drug lords and “looking out for” means “tipping them off to a raid by the feds.” Oops.