The whole world got to see Kent Bazemore have the game of his life tonight. They came for the Trae Young, but they stayed (well, maybe they didn’t stay, we’ll see what the ratings look like) for the Bazed God. Too bad the commentators didn’t make it clear enough that what we were seeing was not the usual Bazemore. Or, maybe it’s a good thing now that a whole cohort of NBA viewers will think that he’s some sort of uber-stud who routinely takes over games, leads huge comebacks, and bangs hot chicks.
I don’t actually know about that last part. I assume that’s what he’s doing right now, because that’s what I’d be doing if I scored 32 in an NBA game. The female rewards from merely making highlights of such a performance are much more meager, but that doesn’t matter to me because I’ve sworn off women forever. Mainly because they don’t generally care about highlights.
Not only was Bazemore scoring the rock, he was dishing the rock as well, which means that this video is super long and super intense. On a night where Young was bootyflakes, Bazemore stepped up and showed why it’s not always ideal to just have a whole bunch of rookies running around out there. He’s overpaid, sure, but now there will probably be a line of suitors waiting to pick him up at the trade deadline. Warriors, anybody? I’m feeling a reunion.