https://youtu.be/w9mdbKpZhUk
It’s a good thing I didn’t watch much of this game between the Grizzlies and the Bucks, because I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle Grayson Allen dominating my team while frickin’ GRINNING the whole time. I’ve never really understood all the hate that Allen has been receiving throughout his basketball career, but now I totally do.
He needs to remember that basketball, at its core, is a joyless, somber affair. Fun is not part of the equation, and that means one thing: no smiling. Ever. Basketball, especially at the NBA level, is SERIOUS BUSINESS. And Allen was just out there, playing, making shots, and then smiling all the way back up the court. Elbow PJ Tucker in the face? All smiles!
Jesus.
He needs to reconnect with the true roots of the game. I hereby invite him to play at my local courts, where if you smile, you get your ass kicked. No questions asked. As soon as you turn your lips upward a little bit and someone sees you do it, a whole bunch of dudes just show up out of nowhere and starting whaling on you. The guy with the basketball at the time chucks it as hard as he can at your face and then joins in along with his teammates and also your teammates. What, you thought that just because they were on your team that they’re not going to kick your ass? Heh. Even grimaces of pain or exertion are punished, because it’s WAY too easy for a grimace to turn into a smile. Inadvertantly or not, it doesn’t matter.
And don’t even get me started on what we do to guys who drink water or otherwise attempt to hydrate themselves. We play basketball the way it was meant to be played, no joy, and no hydration. No shirts either.