Now is the time to begin speculation that Donovan Mitchell isn’t even good. I don’t care that that hypothesis contradicts the eye test, the stats test, and every other test you can come up with. I don’t care that I was one of his staunchest ROY-candidacy supporters last year. What I care about is creating a narrative and then running with said narrative until I collapse under the weight of its stupidity. Okay? So just stick with me on this one.
Mitchell obviously doesn’t help his team win. His stats are as empty as the space between his ears. Fans get amazed by high-flying aerial acrobatics and forget that for every dunk he’s throwing up a million bricks. He plays only for the betterment of himself, with the aim of increasing personal glory, not for anyone else. The Jazz were free of his antics for one game, giving the reins rightfully to Ricky Rubio, and it was a blowout win against a playoff team.
Also, I heard he went to a religious service at the Salt Lake Temple in Salt Lake City without even wearing the special underwear.