I considered writing a big multi-paragraph essay about why Austria is so awesome (Jakob Poeltl is one of the reasons) for this description, but I feel like Austrians aren’t as fervently nationalistic as, say, people from former Yugoslavian states. Blatantly pandering to them would not earn me as many subscribers.
I will say, however, that when it came to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Austro was definitely the greater part and Hungarian was the lesser. For real. Do you see any NBA players from Hungary hanging around? No, you don’t. Because all Hungary has is paprika and an unintelligible language.
One of the paragraphs was going to be about how great Poeltl is, and I can still use that one. Here’s the deal: he rocks. He rocks my socks. He gets to play on a functional team with a functional offense (he would look SO bad on the Bucks), which helps him a lot, but you can’t argue with 65 percent field goal percentage. Also, he looks exactly like Blake Griffin, but people in America would have you believe they are of different races. Uh, excuse me. They look the frickin’ same.