I'm not gonna shun Nate Robinson. Yet. There's potential that he can actually be a pretty nice compliment in the back court. It's not too much to ask this clown to dribble the ball, run some plays and chip in with a couple points every night. He can obviously go off for 30 on any given night. And he can obviously put up 4 points, 3 assists and go 2-18 on shooting. He's that type of guy. Is he an upgrade from Eddie House? Athletically, yes but chemistry wise probably not. I'm not as worried about him destroying this team with his ego as I was 'cause KG will probably throw his punk ass in the boston harbor if he starts calling for the ball when Ray Allen is supposed to be rolling off of screens for quick shots. The bottom line is tonight is a first date. Have you ever read Malcolm Gladwell. Well, you should. In Blink he writes about this thing called "thin slicing." How someone can gauge what is really important from a narrow point or experience. Like the power of our unconscious behavior and relying on our insticts. It's actually pretty fucking fascinating. So if tiny nate walks onto the court tonight and jacks up a 3 this marriage is fucking over. But if he plays defense, chips in with 8 points and 4 assists and doesn't make a stink about it, we can co-exist. And if he does his press conference in a bow tie then it's really mean to be.p.s. don't try to fuck me. You mess with the bull, you get the horns.
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