Anthony “A-Mo” Morrow is a beast and all, but there’s one thing about him that pisses me off:
I want to use the phrase “on the morrow” as part of a funny description, but I can’t figure out how to make it work. Should it take place in medieval Britain? Or here in the US? It’s too early and I haven’t had my morning Mountain Dew yet, so can you even really blame me for running low on creativity? It’s all A-Mo’s fault. If he had a normal last name, none of this would have happened.
I promise to have a description figured out by the next time A-Mo has a good game, which, given the way he’s been playing lately, should be pretty soon. In fact, if I were the Pels, I would start Morrow and bring Eric Gordon off the bench. That way, there’s nobody on the court who’s going to be taking shots away from Anthony Davis, which is how it should be.
Why do teams keep rejecting my coach applications? I’m chalking it up to cronyism and a “boy’s club” atmosphere which pervades all layers of the NBA from towel boys to GM’s.