Come on Australians. Don’t you care about Patty Mills anymore? It used to be that you were there after every game of his, offering words of praise and encouragement. Now? Silence. It’s like you all disappeared, like your “continent” (it’s actually an island don’t @ me) splintered from its foundations and fell off the earth. Patty is still around and he’s still doing things, but there are now no fans left to enjoy it.
Outback Steakhouse isn’t even good. The Bloomin’ Onion is like a third of the size it used to be. If that’s what passes for cuisine in your country, I’m glad you don’t carry about Patty anymore. You don’t deserve him. I can have him all for myself. He’s way better now then when he was waving towels in Portland, and I can appreciate that on a deeper level than you Foster’s-drinking shrimp-barbying bogans. So there. Not feeling so good now, huh?