You sound like me after I've had like 14 beers.
"F it I'm just bringin my own bottle to this restaurant."
Not Sure If Tank___
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.