I have read my fair share of sad athlete stories.
Stories about them losing their money, drug addiction, alcohol addiction and just losing everything that is dear to them.
Eddy Curry’s story is insane. I am just going to share a portion of it and I promise it will have your mouth wide open. Curry penned this story himself and it doesn’t appear to leave anything out.
A lot of people don’t know about Nova.
I saw her on and off for a few years while I was with the Knicks. We had two kids together.
On the day Nova was murdered — shot down in cold blood back home in Chicago — one of the many people who didn’t know about her was my wife, Patrice.
Patrice also didn’t know about the children I’d had with Nova — my 10-month-old daughter, Ava, and her three-year-old brother, Noah.
I kept it a secret. All of it. For years.
So as I’m on the phone learning that my infant daughter and her mother had just been murdered … I’m also coming to grips with the fact that my marriage of nearly four years would almost certainly be over.
Before I knew it, I was on a plane flying back to New York, and even just within those few hours more and more details became clear. I found out that my son Noah was right there when his mother and sister were shot. But he was so little that he didn’t really understand what had happened. He’d tried to wake up his mom after the shooting, so when the officers went in and found him there, he had blood all over him. He actually laid down next to her and had fallen asleep.
When I asked if the police knew who did it, I learned that they thought it was Nova’s lawyer. He had been overseeing the child support payments, and she’d been dating him. In the past she’d warned me that he was dangerous. Dude actually brought a gun to her baby shower for Ava because he thought I might be there.
This is obviously horrific but Curry has even more stories about his life spiraling out of control.
They should be a guide to young athletes on what not to do.
Flip the pages to check those stories out.