First things first: Spencer Dinwiddie’s new nickname is “Din-dins”. For those of you not versed in American street slang, “Din-dins” is what you call the major meal at the end of the day. Example usage: “Mom, when will din-dins be ready?” Spencer Dinwiddie doesn’t really have anything to do with eating dinner, but it’s a funny nickname anyway, so I’m using it from here on out. Everybody else is welcome to use it as well, as long as they provide proper attribution.
Second thing: I am definitely getting Michael Carter-Williams vibes from Spencer Dinwiddie. I know that the vibes are legitimate; the other source of vibes in the house, my overclocked microwave, was giving me tumors, so I temporarily unplugged it. Here’s another reason I know the vibes are real: they’re both tall point guards. Neither of them has a reliable jumpshot. Both of them look like newborn giraffes when trying to dribble the ball. Neither seems to have much inclination towards actually running the offense, although I will defer to Nets fans on this matter if they think that Dinwiddie is actually a master offense orchestrator.
So, given the nature of those vibes, it’s unlikely that Din-Dins turns into Shaun Livingston, which is probably what everybody secretly wants. His likely ceiling: MCW 0.6.