Tracy McGrady is soft. Don't call him T-Mac; call him She-Mac.

I am sick and tired of the whiny wimp that is Tracy McGrady. He is a pathetic excuse for a professional athlete and even less of a competitor.

The cancer that is She-Mac is taking another two weeks off in the middle of the NBA season because his left knee hurts and he's not properly conditioned. I'm sure you're asking (if you don't already know), "is this a recent injury?"

No, it's not. In fact, it's not even an injury he suffered this year. He suffered it LAST year, and had surgery in the offseason. May, to be precise.

He showed up at the Rockets' Media Day in SEPTEMBER and said that he wasn't healthy. Oh, that surgery? It was arthroscopic, with a rehab time of a month.

Why wasn't he healthy? Because he screwed off all summer and didn't rehab, like a professional athlete is supposed to. So now, in the middle of the season, he's out of shape with a sore widdle knee.

That sore widdle knee has been a problem since She-Mac whined about it at Media Day. But numerous specialists have told McGrady that the knee will get better and hurt less the more he plays on it. But he says it hurts too much and he's not gonna play.

He's soft. He's soft as ice cream on a warm summer's day. He's softer than the French Army. And now, with teammates like Ron Artest and Shane Battier struggling with more legitimate injuries but FIGHTING to get back on the court, with Yao Ming still playing on a damaged foot and missing NO time, he's gonna take a break.

Oh, and get this? She-Mac says Yao is soft. Little Miss Time Off has the nerve to say someone else is soft? That's hilarious! It's also pathetic.

The vast majority of Rockets fans are fed up with She-Mac's act. I'll wager his teammates are more than fed up with his diva antics. When She-Mac left Toronto, the word was the young player didn't work hard and didn't like to compete. When the Magic traded him to Houston, the team's GM said he was soft.

Looks like they were both right.

Rehab that knee, She-Mac. You'll need to be healthy when someone like Artest snaps on your ass and tries to put your head through a brick wall. Goodness knows a lot of Rockets fans have considered it.