The holy rollin’ wide receiver Hank Baskett is painted into a zone coverage of moral dilemma. Used to happen to King Solomon a lot, if you read the bible. In Baskett’s case [a marvelous play on words I admit] Hank plays himself off as a man of God with his family being his ever lovin’ congregation.
Except Hank Baskett, who played for the Philadelphia Eagles, marries himself a Playboy chick, Kendra Wilkinson, and basically had to get out of town for the less media intensive Indianapolis because of the scandal. Or so it would seem.
[Coincidentally, Phillies left fielder Pat Burrell- and a pretty good hitter at that- was given the unceremonious heave-ho as soon as news about his Playboy chick dalliances became known. Or so it would seem.]
How does his strange choice of bed partners figure in Baskett’s head if you talk the talk of old time religion? Was Baskett’s intention all along to turn the Whore of Babylon into St. Kendra? If so, they got off to a pretty sleazy start because Kendra was knocked up before the ink on the marriage certificate was dry. Us old timers used to call that a shotgun wedding.
And, if you’ve been reading the gossip pages, you know the obviously fertile Kendra wants another bambino. In her twisted way of thinking [or is it an alimony ploy?], this is going to save a marriage she intentionally pole axed by knowing she had a sordid past of semen and sex tapes which she was already parlaying into dollar signs long before she became Mrs. Hank.
What does Hank the wide receiver do? [Bad choice of positions considering this story.] If he forgives and forgets and allows Steve Hirsch into the family bank vault, he looks like a cuckold and a hypocrite to the tenets of his religious convictions. If he does what he should do by telling Kendra to hit the bricks, he, again, looks like a hypocrite because he hasn’t extended her divine forgiveness. Plus he also comes off looking like a complete doofus who makes bad black man choices just to have a blond to call his own. Think Tiger Woods.
Either way, this broad’s going to rip the heart out of Hank’s bench warming ass.
Oh, by the way, Hank’s back with the Eagles, an announcement that shouldn’t sit well with Kendra, considering that she never liked that place to begin with- too soft pretzely for her.