“Explosion of the Emaciated.” “Clash of the Corpses.” “Skirmish of the Skinny.” “Apocalypse of the Anorexic.” “Terror of the Twigs.”
Those are just some of the names that you could reference this game by. For a game between the league’s two skinniest players cannot simply be a “game”. It is something more. Watching Corey Brewer and Will Barton go toe-to-toe is like watching two starving ballerinas with facial hair don boxing gloves and exchange gut-punches. If there was a more compelling matchup on TV last night, I didn’t know about it. And even if you said there was, you’d be lying, because there is nothing in this world that is more compelling than watching two stick figures try to play basketball without snapping themselves in half.