https://youtu.be/NOZWNmd5NS0
I will never stop being mad at Kenyon Martin (Sr.) for being the one to KILL Nate Wolters’ NBA career. Not a day goes by where I don’t think “Jason Kidd and Kenyon Martin teamed up to ruin the NBA prospects of a promising young point guard just so that they could crappily relive the crappy glory days of those crappy Nets crap teams that made the Finals and then averaged 50 points per game in them”. Some days it’s all I think about. Why would you even waive Wolters just to sign a totally washed K-Mart? So he could score 20 points over 11 games? Kidd probably shoulders more of the blame here than Martin, what with his blatant cronyism, but Kidd is gone from my life. I don’t have to worry about him.
Martin, on the other hand, continues to torment me, in the form of his son, Kenyon Martin Jr.
Additional torment was heaped on my shattered psyche by the malefic Martin clan tonight. I was forced to watch as Martin Jr., who isn’t even good, hit 6 threes, jam it 3 times, and generally dominate the Bucks. It’s lucky that even his domination wasn’t enough to actually win the game; had that happened, my straining fingers would have finally slipped from the rocky precipice of sanity from which I dangled, sending me tumbling into the roiling ocean of total madness.
I’m not entirely sure that that didn’t happen anyway. 26 points is a lot, way too much, and the way Martin was just hitting three after three, trash-talking Brook Lopez after dunking on him, finding his teammates for even more buckets, there’s a good chance that I’ve finally snapped. And that I haven’t quite realized it yet. Oh well. It was a long time coming.
If some team were to give Wolters a 10-day contract right now that would go a long way towards rectifying my mental state.