We have clearly entered some sort of bizarre dimension which exists separate yet parallel from our own, a dimension where Garrett Temple plays 38 minutes and gets to shoot ten threes. I’m not entirely sure that I wish to continue residing in this dimension, but it appears that it is not my decision to make. Temple is cool and all, but I would have preferred the dimension wherein Drew Gooden regularly puts together highlight-worthy performances. What I really want to do more than anything is reminisce about the time he was on the Bucks and I hated him.
I could do that with Temple too, but he was just a ten-dayer for the Bucks and I don’t remember hating him. Such a reminiscence would be very underwhelming for the reader.