Whatcha gonna do 'bout White Chocolate?

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm as loyal to the white race as anyone.  I find white women attractive (although I'm not sure I'd marry one...) and certainly enjoy the work of white artists and musicians.

But an all-white basketball league?  Nah.

Ray Ratto explains the best thing about this strange story - that it died almost overnight because it's stupid, and everyone got that right away.

But the press releases and the reflexive denunciations left open a question or two.  For example, what does it mean to play 'white basketball'?  Because if you're going to have an all-white basketball league, I'd think you'd want Bobby Jones in it...but Bobby played black:



And Bobby's a good Christian, too. And you can't leave out Tom Chambers...he was white but white in a righteous, funky-licious kind of way:



Ok, these guys are old now, so they'd have to limit their minutes, but what about Jason Williams?  For a nostalgic guy like me, who remembers Chocolate Thunder and Bad News Barnes and Pistol Pete, Jason Williams is the only professional basketball player that really matters.   He's got skills:



Yeah, they call him White Chocolate.  And here's the thing, you stupid sons-of-bitches:  If you let Jason Williams play in your league, he will dazzle and delight audiences with hardwood creativity that is blacker than Glenn Beck's soul. And if you don't let him play, well you might as well dress the teams in skirts and ride tricycles.

Jason Williams refutes you, you dumb bastards. He refutes you outright.

Oh, and thanks for reminding me about him. It's nice to see he got a gig this season, so he doesn't need no stupid honky league anyway (turn up your speakers):





[UPDATE] Here is an feature and interview from the start of the decade. Q: "Can you can get enough basketball?" A: "I don't think anyone can."