A thoughtful rendering of Rick James on a thigh shouting You know what I’m singing about. The death rattle sounds a lot like a Draymond Green being interviewed on Conan. Green was beaten by a comedian in a three point shooting contest in front of much of the basketball world and this is never discussed. He is the human embodiment of Arrested Development‘s Uncle Jack in that his rallying cry is, loudly now, “To the nuts.”
There is a picture of him on the internet in a yellow leather jacket and if you stare at it for a while your soul will begin to weep. It will tear at its clothes and shriek into the dark, crying out to you saying:
But I was under the impression that you would do whatever was necessary to feel good. This is the opposite of that. I want to die. I want to die.
Then it will find a sword and impale itself.
The Warriors were up 3-1 in the Finals and lost.
I saw him stand up at a Q&A and ask a question that was really just him stating his own opinion. He regularly turns down pizza because he just had it the night before. When it comes to tacos, he doesn’t see what the big deal is. He was glad Friday Night Lights didn’t come back to the Santiago storyline after the writer’s strike. His main celebration is flexing.
He’s not a robot. He’s the mayor of Clown Town. He can name each person drafted ahead of him and that makes him interesting. What incredible passion. So in love with the game that he would DDT himself while trying to break someone else’s arm. He flails into the air like he’s become part car dealership inflatable and played one good game in the last two rounds of last year’s playoffs. I know for a fact he doesn’t think you’re beautiful. He convinced one of the two men who made him useless to join his team and only in this way is he a genius.
