First item on the agenda: send Bogdan Bogdanovic to the barber. The way he got it cut last time looked fine when it was short, but now that it’s growing out he looks like a combination of an extra from a kid’s TV show and a mushroom. When you’re on TV every other day, you need to keep on top of things. It sucks, but that’s how it is. LeBron James has to color his hair in with a sharpie every night, but do you hear him complaining? No, so get your butt into a barber’s chair and tell him to fix things to the way they were a few weeks ago.
Second item on the agenda: a frank discussion about why Bogdanovic didn’t score any points in the fourth quarter after scoring 21 in the first three. Remember when Marvin Bagley’s dad tried to get coach Joerger fired because he didn’t play his kid enough? That’s what Bogdanovic’s father should do. Except with a lot more Serbian-style intimidation. Bring out the big guns, and I mean that literally, not figuratively.
Third and final item on the agenda: an impromptu acrostic created in honor of Bogdan:
Bogdan
Overcomes
God
Damn
Albanian
Nonsense
Best
Of
Great
Dominion
At
Naismith-ball
Only
Victory
Is
Certain