You sound like me after I've had like 14 beers.
"F it I'm just bringin my own bottle to this restaurant."
Jazzfanz Smartest ROBOT
It's gotten to the point where it's physically painful to watch Al Jefferson play basketball. I used to be able to tell myself "Well, hey, at least he's a decent offensive player." But it's just not worth it anymore. No longer can I fool myself into thinking this hack of a player is worth anything.
I want to die every time he steps on the court.
And I know some of you think I'm just being dramatic... but like, I literally want my life to end every time I see him on the court.
Watchin Big Al's offense is like watching a chameleon moving on a limb (think about his body fakes when he got the ball at low post, sometimes it took about 4-5 sec). But too bad for us he can't camouflage.