J.R. Smith has had a wild career.
He went shirtless. He untied shoes. He gave up a basket while hugging an opposing reserve. He refused to speak with the NBA about a tattoo dispute, summing up his feelings with: “I don’t talk to the police.” He ran out the clock in a tied NBA Finals game. He ordered thousands of dollars of unwanted room service while in China. He offered the pipe. He tweeted a photo of a scantily clad woman. He threw soup. He accused the Cavaliers of tanking.
Want to present him as a colorful figure? It doesn’t require much imagination.
But apparently the legend of J.R. Smith includes a tall tale.
Bleacher Report (warning: profanity):
"I don't even drink henny, bro… I hate that s–t."
JR sets the record straight 😂
— Bleacher Report (@BleacherReport) April 15, 2020
I don’t even drink Henny, bro. I don’t. I put some Jack in there, though.
It’s not my s—, bro.
I don’t like the way it tastes, bro.
I hate that s—, for real.
Nah, I never drank it before, though. Even before that. The funny thing is, the picture that everybody talks about of me drinking Henny, it’s a champagne bottle. So, I don’t even know how that even came about.
So, how did the story of Smith loving Hennessy take off in the first place? Smith offered a compelling theory on a podcast with Richard Jefferson and Channing Frye: