“I’m not going to judge or say anything negative about him,” Iguodala said. “He’s out there competing. There are a lot of emotions going on out there. I respect a lot of guys’ hustle in this league. You’ve got guys who’ve got to get a little dirty, got to be a little physical, to make a life and to feed their family, so I can only respect that. For me, it’s just keeping my composure and continue to try to do things for my team to help us win.”
Now that's how you respond to getting clocked in the nuts by a fringe NBA player with a decorated history of questionable plays. That's an MVP level insult if I have ever heard one. Andre Iguodala isn't waiting for an apology from Matthew Dellavedova. He's waiting for a showing of gratitude. He doesn't want a sorry. He wants a thank you. Iggy offered up his big ole balls as an easy target for a hustle player to do the only thing he is capable of doing on the basketball court (pissing everyone off), and Delly didn't even have the decency to give him a cordial wave after?! I don't know how things work down under, but here in the states we praise those who go out of their way not to block cocks.
Iguodala's elephant trunk is basically paying the Dellavedova family's bills. The contents of his compression shorts are essentially putting his kids through college. That monster manhood is serving them up Australian delicacies on a nightly basis. That mushroom stamp is keeping them off food stamps. That big black dick dug them out of the red. Give a guy a ball tap and don't even recognize how important his cock is to your career then you can consider the inevitable backhand that's coming your way complimentary. No better neg than showing respect for the entirety of a man's professional existence while implying that the totality of your package is indirectly responsible for it.