You know that your NBA career hasn’t gone as planned when the opposing commentary crew screws up your identity not once, but twice (not counting all the uncomfortable pauses while they try to figure out who you are and then say the correct name). First he’s Ed Davis, then he’s James Jones. Seriously? Your average potato could do better than that.
Actually, that name confusion is more a result of the grotesquely putrid state of basketball commentary in Milwaukee, and not the quality of James Johnson as a player. If the NBA offered commentary-free streams, I would probably put on diapers and watch basketball 24 hours a day.