I must be an oracle or something, because just nine months ago, I wrote this in a description:
“[Corey Brewer] should be angling to get traded somewhere where the weather isn’t a threat to kill him on a nightly basis. He should also try to land somewhere where they allow you to eat food, because from the looks of things, Corey hasn’t eaten in several years.”
When I think about it, I was feeling a little funny that day, as if my very thoughts were being seeded in my brain by some outside entity. Anyway, the prophecy has finally come to pass, and Corey is now in a location where he won’t freeze into an icicle just walking for a few seconds outside. Instead, he is now in a city where the temperature is extremely oppressive for the entire summer and if the air conditioning goes out, your home becomes an uninhabitable oven of death. He is also in a city where he is allowed to eat food; I know this because there are a lot of fat people in Houston. As long as he has ready access to the same food that everybody else apparently has access to, we should be seeing Corey putting on a few pounds in the near future.