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I try not to hold grudges too much, but the fact of the matter is, grudges are FUN to hold, so I’m not even going to apologize when I disclose the following grudge:
I have a preordained dislike for Kenyon Martin Jr. because his dad is Kenyon Martin, and once upon a time, the Bucks cut Nate Wolters so that they could sign the 37-year-old Martin, who was completely washed and useless by that point. That was basically the death knell for Wolters’ career, and the only reason we signed Martin was because him and Jason Kidd were friends from those Nets finals teams, or something. My blood is boiling just thinking about how cruel and heartless that treatment of Wolters was, and my feeling of animosity towards Kenyon Martin extends up and down his entire family tree. That includes his son, Kenyon Martin Jr.
It doesn’t matter if KMJ tries to fearlessly dunk on Tacko Fall. It doesn’t matter if KMJ knees Daniel Theis in die Klöten and basically sterilizes him. It doesn’t matter if KMJ sets a new career high in points. I will never, EVER forgive him for being related by blood to the guy who destroyed Nate Wolters’ career. That’s totally unfair to KMJ, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I RELISH it. I relish the grudge. It gives me life.
I also don’t like KMJ because he reminds me of Kevin Martin, who I wish was still in the league. I might be the only person in the world who misses Kevin Martin, but I miss him nonetheless.