Imagine being Collin Sexton: you have 20 points early-ish in the third quarter, then you get subbed out for Nik Stauskas. You are forced to pretend to be happy, to clap and cheer for him with a smile while raging on the inside. You don’t get to come back into the game until there are only three minutes left. You miss the only shot you take, and your team loses.
Imagine being Collin Sexton: you are a rich, handsome young man in one of the hippest cities in the country, with tons of beautiful women eagerly desiring to receive your ding-dong into their v-hole. You are a rookie on the rise, with people all across the country taking notice of your heroic exploits on the court. You are the new king in Cleveland.
Okay, now it doesn’t seem so bad. I’m sure Sexton can get over the fact that he was unfairly squelched (*squelch*, that’s the sound he was making while sitting on the bench) in this game. He’s a competitor, sure, and he doesn’t like losing, but at this point in the season, does it matter? He’s got a whole offseason of banging super hot chicks to look forward to.