I find myself struggling to get excited about C.J. Watson. A sort of drear melancholy overcomes me whenever I think about him, and when I actually sit down to edit his highlight videos, the melancholy turns into dread. Only one of my five Watson videos has over 1,000 views. I don’t personally find him an exciting player to watch, and apparently, neither does anybody else. He is a notable waste of time on a channel where nearly everybody is to some degree.
He can shoot threes. He can play defense. He sometimes, but not often, makes passes. He plays for a team with one of the worst offenses in the league. When he scores a lot of points, it’s usually because he’s made a lot of threes and not because he was scoring in a variety of ways. When I think about all that, I just want to retire to my bed and eat Smores-flavor Pop Tarts until the sun finally departs and abandons me to the darkness, a darkness which then is present both outside of me and within me.