Doesn’t Nikola Vucevic look like he’d make the sickest pizza to you? I know he’s not Italian, but he just looks like he could assemble the dankest Chicago (or New York) style pie ever. Must be the hair thing he has going on, or maybe it’s my insatiable appetite for pepperonis.
I’m struggling to continue this pizza motif into the description of his performance tonight. Let’s see. He, uh, poured tomato sauce and mozzarella all over Pau Gasol? He baked the Bulls for 20 minutes at 350? See? This isn’t working.
Whatever. Enjoy Nikola’s almost a new career high 33 points while I struggle helplessly against my pizza addiction.