Javaris Crittenton Rumors

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Javaris Crittenton
Javaris Crittenton
Position: None
Born: 12/31/87
Height: 6-5 / 1.96
Weight:198 lbs. / 89.8 kg.
On Monday, Arenas posted a follow-up to his original post. (Like the first one, he deleted it shortly after posting it.) In it, he says Caron Butler “dry snitched” and said that Butler hid Crittenton’s gun after the incident, which allowed Crittenton to escape with a misdemeanor while Arenas got a felony charge. Arenas then says that Butler was right to protect his friend and hide Crittenton’s gun, but can’t stand by the revision of the story that Arenas says is in Tuff Juice.
On Thursday evening, Arenas differed with Butler’s story in an Instagram post which he later deleted. Here’s the caption to what he posted: i respect@caronbutler book and got my copy but the #Gunsinthelocker story is FALSE in his book…..butler and i were sleep#javale #crit #boykins [JaVale McGee, Javaris Crittenton, Earl Boykins] were playing cards by time i woke up #crit was ballsdeep in losing so i decided to join the game…so#crit got #Booed which means he didnt get one book #spades so he had to match the pot which was 1100 but 800$ was his so he just lost 800$ and the pot now is at 1400$ and 1100$ of it is his….#javale won the first 1100$ pot so he scooped the money….#boykin asked javale “can i get my 200$ now since u have money”javale said after we land i dont wanna jinx myself….#crit spazz(give that nigga his money,u just won my money pay that nigga)so i jumped in, damn dog thats between them two niggas” he turned too me and said fuck u nigga”i said shit u owe me 200$ i think u owe #caron 300$ but we aint says shit…he pops off again”oh fuck nigga u would try to money talk somebody”so now its my deal…so earl said im out..javale said i dont need no cards……
so when the plane lands he walks back talking tough…saying if we were in the streets ill pop u in ur knees…i said shit ill give u the guns too do it on MONDAY…it was #sat…we had sunday off…..i get to the gym at 8am i put 4 empty guns on his chair and a note that said pick 1 no one seen me touch a gun or seen me put them there…when crit came in…i was in the training room #crit#dsteve #blache #dom [Javaris Crittenton, DeShawn Stevenson, Andray Blatche, Dominic McGuire] were the only was in the locker room when i walked in…
On the flight home the next night after we lost at Phoenix, Gilbert, teammate Javaris Crittenton, and several other players were in a card game that got real heated. While Gilbert was a dominating presence on the team, Javaris didn’t roll with some of his ways. The players were in seats facing each other with a pull-out table between them. I was in the seat next to them half asleep as we began our descent into DC. My eyes popped open when I heard Javaris say, “Put the money back. Put the [expletive] money back.” “I ain’t putting [expletive] back,” Gilbert replied. “Get it the way Tyson got the title. Might or fight or whatever you got to do to get your money back. Otherwise, you ain’t gettin’ it.” When Gilbert put the money in his pocket, Javaris lunged over the table to grab him. Antawn Jamison, seated across the aisle, leaped up, shoved Javaris’s shoulder down on the table, and held it there with the full weight of his body while telling him to calm down. I got up and yelled “Hey, everybody shut the [expletive] up. How much was in the pot?” It was $1,100. “It shouldn’t be that hard to pay what you owe him,” I told Gilbert. “We all make a great living, so just pay the money.” A man who has a $111 million contract shouldn’t be fighting over $1,100.
When I entered the locker room, I thought I had somehow been transported back to my days on the streets of Racine. Gilbert was standing in front of his two locker stalls, the ones previously used by Michael Jordan, with four guns on display. Javaris was standing in front of his own stall, his back to Gilbert. “Hey, MF, come pick one,” Gilbert told Javaris while pointing to the weapons. “I’m going to shoot your [expletive] with one of these.” “Oh no, you don’t need to shoot me with one of those,” said Javaris, turning around slowly like a gunslinger in the Old West. “I’ve got one right here.” He pulled out his own gun, already loaded, cocked it, and pointed it at Gilbert. Other players who had been casually arriving, laughing and joking with each other, came to a sudden halt, their eyes bugging out. It took them only a few seconds to realize this was for real, a shootaround of a whole different nature. They all looked at each other and then they ran, the last man out locking the door behind him. I didn’t panic because I’d been through far worse, heard gunshots more times than I could count, and seen it all before. This would have been just another day on the south side.