Tyler Johnson looks like a hobbit. And while he was on the Suns, he was playing like a hobbit too.
Remember, hobbits are short creatures and they are lazy creatures. In the Tolkien mythology, basketball never makes an appearance (nor, really, does any team sport), but you can bet that hobbits would suck at basketball if basketball were somehow introduced to them. Dwarves would also suck at basketball except in a P.J. Tucker role. Elves would be total ballers. Orcs would also be total ballers as long as the rules could be explained to them (just imagine Kevin Harlan yelling “And he gets Uruk-HAI for the major slam!”). Men would be, well, men. Some of them would be good and some of them would suck. Tom Bombadil would be Shaq reincarnated but better. Wizards like Gandalf would make good coaches, and you could probably put him in for ten minutes in a Pablo Prigioni role.
But I got off topic there. Tyler Johnson. I’m supposed to be talking about Tyler Johnson here.
Nets-era Tyler Johnson (which is a real thing now) was way better than a hobbit. His unassuming countenance disguised his cold-blooded ability to be a serious scoring threat. Put him on the list of players who revived their careers in The Bubb.