After enduring the umpteen-millionth criticism for his teams' fourth quarter collapses and his many and sordid playoff failures, Tracy McGrady has officially admitted
what we all already knew: He's to blame
"It's my fault. It's my fault we missed free throws. It's my fault we lost both games. Blame me. It's my fault we fouled to tie the game up. That's my fault. It's my fault they get easy layups. It's my fault we're not executing well on the offensive end. It's my fault a couple people in the stands ordered Heinekens and they got Budweiser. It's my fault. I'm sorry."
T-Mac can't be serious....can
"I am serious. It's my fault. Everything is my fault. It's my fault. It's T-Mac's fault. Everybody's blaming me. The Suns (for being down 2-0 to the Spurs). I mean, everybody. That's what it seems like. It's my fault. I'm out there by myself."
But, but, but...wouldn't things be totally different if Rafer Alston and Yao Ming hadn't gotten hurt?
"That's another one of my faults: That Rafer got hurt and Yao got hurt. It's my fault. I'm sorry."
Wow. Well, apology accepted. For the record, we're all sorry for you
too, Tracy. And two games from now, we'll be really
sorry for you.Tracy McGrady Is The Reason You Sometimes Feel Lonely
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