I’m pretty sure Marco Belinelli has the worst shot selection in the league. Worse even than Nic Batum, with whom he combines to form the chuckeriest small forward tandem in the league. Every time I see Belinelli play, his preferred play is to run to a spot, receive the ball, and take a jumper no matter how well his defender is covering him. It doesn’t matter how far away from the basket he is or whether he has his feet set or if he’s even got his shoulders squared. He’s going to, as the kids say, “let it fly”. Even if he has a penis-shaped and -colored bandage affixed to his forehead.
We can nitpick his shooting judgement all we want, but you have to admit, he knows which side his pasta is sauced on. His role is to shoot, so he shoots, and, unlike his unfortunate stint in Sacramento where all he did was further ruin Ben McLemore’s career, his time in Charlotte has been marked by relative efficiency (as evidenced by him putting up the second-highest TS% of his career).
The only sad thing is that the golden age of Italians in the NBA is winding down. Thanks for the pizza, guys!