Steph didn’t even play. Andrew Wiggins was still off, but none of that even remotely mattered as the home version of the Warriors easily put away the over-hyped uber-soft Thunder by a 141-114 count n San Fran on Tuesday night.
Klay is my favorite player in the NBA. Steph is a pretty boy, but Klay is my guy. A true five skill, two-way basketball player like there used to be in the old days of the NBA.
I guess Thunder make believe head coach Markey M. felt like taking the Mr. Rodgers approach to defending Klay was actually better than you know putting a man in Klay’s grill….and, somewhat defend the NBA’s premier clutch shooter for the past decade.
Sigh.
Kenrich was the lone bright spot for the soon to be tanking Thunder and their clueless fanbase. Proud Boy is, Proud Boys do. I’ not sure about the syntax there, but Ithink you get the drift of wht I’m writing.
The tank will begin to commence soon, maybe tonight in front of the free world on the same night as Joe Biden’s 2nd State of the Union address.
I didn’t die this past week and I’m feeling stronger every day and getting back into blogging shape.
The hapless Thunder visit LeBron tonight as the Goat should break Kareem’s career scoring mark.
So for the second night in a row I’ll be watching the Thunder’s opponent because I’m a serious NBA fan who’s pretty much made his feelings clear in regards to Sam Presti.
Big Moe/Big Mona forever.
Let’s Go, LeBron!