Just when Jason Kidd finally listens to me and starts Malcolm Brogdon in place of the unable-to-make-a-shot Matthew Dellavedova, it’s like aliens landed on earth and conducted a body swap because, last night, Brogdon was the one who sucked and Wacky Delly was the good one. Now Kidd’s never going to take my suggestions seriously ever again. This was my one chance to ingratiate myself with the Bucks’ front office and I have failed. All because some bogan cunt with a vegemite addiction decided to dime dudes all night long while I watched in stunned horror from the comfort of my office chair.
I will continue to maintain that Wacky Delly is at his best when he gets to play with LeBron James (because their bro-chemistry is on another plane of broness), or when he gets to play against Stephen Curry (because what could be better than diving into the knees of the league’s most popular player?). However, I concede that it is possible for the Australo-Grecian bronection (that’s a ‘bro connection’) of Delly and Giannis to one day rival that of Delly and LeBron. The only limiting factor I see here is that LeBron’s name already contains the word “bro” but Giannis’ doesn’t unless you spell his last name wrong, which is fairly easy to do (Antetokounmbro).