Let it be known that I was on the Zaza Pachulia Hate Train way before all these bandwagon haters got on. Before Pachulia had the audacity to smack Russell Westbrook in the face and then stand over him like he just scored a knockout, before Pachulia took perhaps less money than he could have by going on a ring-chasing expedition with the Warriors, before he drew the ire of Warriors fans for not being able to jump, before he was ironically voted for the All-Star game, before all these things I had a festering dislike for the guy.
When he was on the Bucks I had to watch him shoot horrible elbow jumpers, blow easy layups because he couldn’t (and still can’t) elevate more than two inches off the ground, and walk around with his shoulder pimples exposed to the entire world. At the time, everybody was obsessed with how savvy he was and how he was giving guidance and stability to a young Bucks team, but I knew. I knew Zaza’s true nature, and now that it has come out more fully, it turns out that I was right all along.
So, bandwagon Zaza haters can kindly leave my channel and never come back. You don’t know true dedication. You only jump on the Hate Train when the media tells you to, and then you jump right back off when it stops being a status symbol. You’re not a real hater. You’re the worst kind of fan.