billyshelby
Well-Known Member
Watching him dribble the ball while trying to make a move is like watching a car crash. You want to look away but you can't.
A slow-motion car crash. Every time he drives I go to the bathroom, get a drink from the fridge, pet the dog, and when I sit back down I can usually catch the end of the drive which 90% of the time is him getting stuffed and casting a hurt or befuddled expression at the refs.