Thanks to the demise of my trusty microwave, which may or may not have had illegal modifications made to it in order to improve its cooking time, it has now been approximately 42 hours since I have had a Pop-Tart. I know that they can be eaten cold, but I’m not a caveman here. I have technology and intelligence at my disposal. I refuse to debase myself by eating cold Pop-Tarts out of the package like an animal.
I’m telling you this because my brain doesn’t seem to be working quite as well as it should, so I feel like the quality of my video descriptions might suffer going forward, at least until I figure out what went wrong with my stupid microwave. Right now you’re expecting to read words about Dennis Smith Jr., who just had a very efficient game by his standards (6-of-12 from the field) and led the Mavericks to a win over the Kings (their arena was empty AF, by the way). The truth is, I don’t usually have anything insightful to say about DSJ, and that’s especially true right now since I’m in a semiconscious state of Pop-Tart deprivation.
Let’s just say that if this is the DSJ that the Mavs get next year, the kind who can shoot threes, finish athletically at the rim, and bamboozle defenders with his ball-handling, then they’re going to be perfectly happy with that.