Jimmy Butler Removed The Rearview Mirror From His Car Because He Doesn't Like To Look In The Past
(Source) If Wahlberg comes off as a bit of a father figure to Butler, there’s good reason. Bulls fans who have closely followed Butler’s career are familiar by now with his early life, an ugly chapter that began in Tomball, Texas, a town of about 11,000 just north of Houston, and was first detailed in a 2011 story on ESPN’s website. Butler’s father wasn’t around for the early part of his life. Then, following a dispute, his mother kicked Butler out of the house when he was 13, with the words, “I don’t like the look of you. You gotta go.” He was taken in by a high school teammate’s family, to whom he expresses deep gratitude even now.
Still, he loathes reliving the past—so much so that he has removed the rearview mirror on his car (yes, really) as a symbolic reminder to never look back. His coach at Marquette University, Buzz Williams, says Butler was so sensitive about his upbringing that he swore Williams to secrecy while playing for him.
I’m sure people will say this is unsafe and pretty dumb but what they fail to realize is this just called being committed. Committed to what you believe in. Lebron says he takes #NoDaysOff and then sits out for a month every season so he can sit in Miami and drink HGH. Jimmy Butler says he doesn’t like to look in the past and he rips the rearview mirror out of his car, creating an unsafe driving situation for he and all the cars around him. Which one would you rather have on your team? Exactly. Jimmy knows, don’t talk about it, be about it. Rearview mirrors are for suckers and posers.
Everyone should go read the full story, it’s really good. Also brought us this gem. Every time he goes to the grocery store he pays for the person behind him. Love rooting for a guy like Jimmy, makes being a sports fan that roots for laundry a little more rewarding.
(Butler’s less-than-idyllic upbringing may explain the roots of one ritual that has become a rule with him and his roomies: When you go to the grocery store, you pay the bill of the person behind you in line. “I don’t care how many groceries they have. It could be a 99-cent ice-cream cone or a $2,000 grocery bill,” says Butler. “We have been so blessed. It’s fun.”)