Hood’s from Meridian, Mississippi. So are Peavey amps. Big KRIT came up there, too. Nardwuar’s pretty much a college at this point.
Few things in this world are more aesthetically pleasing than a smooth shooting lefty. It doesn’t really get any hipper. And Hood slithers, that left sword of a hand like a scorpion tail. He’s got the appearance of a pond. The man’s genteel. Then he gets the ball, turns into Teahupoo. I’d like to propose Splish as a nickname.
He had several games last year where he was just daggering teams. Took Dallas’ throat one night in February. Just MacGrubered them. Started making art installations with their entrails. Spelled out the word serpentine on the walls of the AAC with their blood. 29, 5, and 5 plus an icicle of a three over Chandler “Tom Lemming” Parsons to send it into overtime.
The Jazz have been a team on the verge of wonderful for something like the last three years and that’s once again the case. It’s probably warranted this year. Salt Lake City must be amped. Their usuals are back and they added George Hill and Sleepy Johnson. Plus they got this Carl’s Jr. over on North Temple. There’s a store that sells maps across the street. Sort of over near the airport. They had the best Western Bacon Cheeseburger I’ve ever eaten. I just started applauding in my rental car. Almost ran into a Ford Ranchero on Redwood. Its driver was wearing Antoine Carr glasses. He started shouting at me. I have a shaved head. The only word I could make out was cancer.