Indulging Don Nelson's fetish for lumbering white guys? Jet Terry's contract extension? "No balls, no babies"? Getting in public pissing contests with Nellie, Donald Trump, and some yahoo from D Magazine? Blogging a hip replacement? Dancing with the Stars?
Playing footsie with the Nets for a month and distracting the team, then trying to trade them a guy with the contractual rights to veto any trade? Ponying up an extra $3M, a whopper expiring contract, and $11M in luxury tax to finalize said trade... for a point guard who looks like the vine upon which a basketball is literally rotting?
Nope. Try this career-throttler.
Cue Gilbert Gottfried's "Amos & Andy" pidgin: "Hoooooly Mackal!!"
Boy, it's been a day of revelations, hasn't it?
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As I was reading the first few paragraphs of that review, I kept expecting to see, "Produced by Mark Cuban." Phew. At least it was just a cameo, probably promised during some drunken late night in Las Vegas.
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