Ricky Rubio Triple Double 18 Pts/11 Asts/12 Rebs Full Highlights (3/2/2015)

“Hey Ricky, great game tonight, made me really feel like I was playin’ with Marbury again, ‘cept of course he ain’t never pass me the ball, and I ain’t know if he ever got a triple-double.” Kevin Garnett walked up to his point guard, hands behind his back.

Ricky Rubio turned to face the veteran forward. “Don’t say that, Kevin, you know I never skip town like he did. Wolves for life, you know?”

Kevin did nothing but half-smile in response.

“What’s that behind your back?”

“A surprise. For you, my favorite point guard. A token of my, shall I say, appreciation. Close your eyes. Hold out your hands” It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Knowing his teammate’s penchant for odd behavior, Ricky hesitated, but did as he was told. He felt something papery and lumpy forced into his waiting hands. He opened his eyes.

“Surprise.” Kevin did not look especially excited. It was a pinata, gaily adorned in the colors and patterns of the Mexican flag, weighing somewhat heavier than he expected.

Ricky tried not to roll his eyes. His teammates were always doing stereotypically Mexican things for him, ignoring that he was not even Mexican. He did not let his amusement show through, however. Not with this guy. “Wow, thanks Kevin! It’s, uh, great! I’ll have to put it up at my house!”

“Aren’t you going to open it?”. Suddenly, Garnett grabbed the pinata from out of Ricky’s grasp and wrenched the cardboard horse open with his bare hands. From it spilled a variety of organ, presumably of animal origin, still warm and bloody. The offal flopped onto the floor with a series of wet thuds as Ricky looked on with horror.

“You’re welcome.” Kevin said as he stared unblinkingly at Rubio, the ripped in half pinata still in his hands.

“I’ve really got to get going, Kevin. Thanks for the gift!” The distressed point guard left the locker room as quickly as he could without running, leaving his teammate standing alone next to the gory pile. Garnett continued his staring for a while, before redirecting it towards the mess on the floor.

“You’re welcome.”

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