Last time I made a Frank Kaminsky highlight package, I basically got down on my knees and serviced him with my mouth, talking all about how good he was this season and how nice his offensive game looked, all sorts of stuff that is now super embarrassing for me.
Because right after that last good game of his, he fell face-first into a big pile of poop and rolled all around in it and made Hornets fans watch. That’s what I get for trying to be complimentary towards a player for once. To get the praise flung right back in my face along with a few healthy handfuls of excrement. From now on, nothing but negativity from here on out. No more mister nice DownToBuck. The gloves are off.
Kaminsky has a really big forehead, his spin moves never work, and 24 points isn’t even that many for Michael Jordan, who by the way now really regrets drafting him. So there. Neener neener.