I don’t pay attention to college basketball, but from what I hear, J.J. Redick was hated by opposing fans while playing at Duke. As in, they actually hated him as a person, and not just because he played for a team that wasn’t theirs. But who could blame them? J.J. had, and still has, two things going against him: his preppy gelled-tip hair and his punchable face.
I would punch his face so hard. Wouldn’t you? I definitely would. I wouldn’t go so far as to make lewd comments about his underage sister while he’s shooting free throws, but I would absolutely 100% deck him in the schnozz if I ever met him on the street. And then while he’s crying on the sidewalk, I would stand over him and say these words:
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