Around this time last year, Stevie Franchise was arrested at LAX for allegedly being a drunken jackass. It was another depressing anecdote for an enormously talented player who never lived up to the promise he exhibited at the University of Maryland and as a young Houston Rocket. Here he is in Harlem, flexing some nasty handles for a crowd that slangs in their white tee, bangs in their white tee, and hangs out at Rucker Park in their white tee. We'll admit it, the combination of Nas' "Memory Lane" instrumental and Steve Francis made us tearful about a bunch of stuff.