See Russell Westbrook, of the the Oklahoma City Thunder, strut his stuff.
See Russ run up and down the basketball floor.
See Russ dunk and hang on the rim.
See Russ taunt his opponents and otherwise talk trash.
See Russ and his team once again make an early exit from the playoffs, this time at the hands of the Portland Trail Blazers.
You'd think he'd learn a little humility after so many failures in the post-season.
But no, not Russ.
Is there any wonder super-star players like Kevin Durant, and James Harden before him, left the Thunder for much greener and more competitive pastures elsewhere? Maybe they'd had enough of Westbrook's nonsense.
Memo to Russ. Keep talking all the smack you want, but until you actually win something, nobody's going to pay much attention.
Yet Russ will no doubt keep flapping his gums, in the same sing-song girlish voice that a boxer named Mike Tyson once had. Close your eyes when either are speaking and I dare you to tell the difference.Even looks a little like Iron Mike in his younger days.
Alas, every time the playoffs roll around, it's like Russell Westbrook climbs in the ring with James "Buster" Douglas.
Bang. KOed.
And why, pray tell, does dear Russ insist on dressing like an uptown ghetto pimp away from the court? Leopard skin, pink, and chartreuse all rolled into one? Really?
The dude definitely needs to re-calibrate on a number of levels.
Cuz what he's done so far just ain't getting it done.
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