Eddy Curry: One Skinny Motherfucker

Seriously, has anyone really noticed this? The first picture shows Big Eddy during his rookie year in Chi-Town. Yikes. Rumor has it that his toes didn't actually make it off the ground that entire year.

The second is a picture of Eddy from this year.

See, that thing around his face on the right is called a "jaw". Before, you'll notice, he didn't have one.

How much more does a brother have to do to get props for his motivation?

Curry's post scoring has remained prolific and efficient in the minutes he's played this year, he blocks a shot per game, and in January he shot .778 from the line. GM John Paxson stonewalled Curry's trade demand in the offseason and insisted that Curry needed to understand that the answer to his problems was to improve, regardless of where he was.

Curry's done that this year in Chicago.

He deserves to be rewarded with more minutes, and he (like the rest of the Bulls) deserves to be playing more consistent minutes. The question on Eddy's mind every night when he goes to bed has got to be: "When is this dude [Scott Skiles] going to stop fucking with me?"

On the year, he's shooting .535 FG on a team that's desperate for consistent scoring.

Tonight, with Chandler out with injury, Curry played a whopping 44 minutes and scored 25 points on 8-12 FG and 9-15 FT. He added a steal and a block. Here's the kicker: he also grabbed 12 rebounds.

He's playing a puny 29.1 minutes this year, which is actually down from last year's 29.5.

That's not fair. Paxson and Skiles need to hold up their end of the bargain and show Curry more time on the court.