Zion Williamson is clearly quite a bit heftier than he was in high school. He’s also clearly above a healthy playing weight right now. Four months of NBA postponement didn’t help him slim down at all. But who can really blame him? I mean, food tastes SO GOOD. I’m compulsively thinking about food at least 90% of the time so I can’t even imagine how bad Zion has it.
Not to mention the fact that Zion probably has a gigantic appetite that is never sated. I look like a skeleton with pale skin draped over it, so I rarely can eat as much food as I think would bring me maximum enjoyment. Meanwhile, if Zion eats stuff and finds it enjoyable, he can just keep eating it forever. Like, if I have a gigantic double bacon cheeseburger with a side of french fries, I might not be able to eat it all even if it’s delicious. Tragic, right? Zion doesn’t have that problem. His stomach is a black hole. If he ate food nonstop 24/7, the only thing that would happen is that he would weigh too much to dunk anymore. It’s not like his hunger would go away. The pleasure that can be gained from eating food is a perpetual temptation for him.
My only dream in life is to be able to eat a hundred chicken wings in a single sitting. Zion could do that no problem. My dream is his reality. So let’s not get on his case for being fifty pounds overweight and for waddling up and down the court like a tranquilized penguin.