Serious question, would you rather be the person that just got caught on camera in a city street stepping in dog shit thus eliciting an And 1-esque reaction from a relatively large crowd, or be a part of that crowd who is likely spending hours out in the cold only to spend $500 on a pair of shoes whose quality is on par with Payless? In almost every case I would say it's more humiliating to get broadcasted on the internet while soiled in another living thing's excrement, but - depending on what the dog in question had for breakfast - I honestly think I'd rather leave "muddy" footprints in my wake as I walk all the way home smelling like a public bathroom than out myself as that much of a sucker. I actually respect LaVar Ball's ability to sell insanely overpriced sneakers with no one other than all three of his exceedingly uninspiring children as spokespeople. Unfortunately, shoes can be cleaned free of animal feces, but a credit card statement can't be completely expunged of half a stack worth of bullshit. I wouldn't want to be in the crap-encrusted flats of the lady that drew the laughter of a couple dozen raucous teens, but if Lonzo keeps chucking treys with the accuracy of a drunk kid in a food court then this video might damn well age better for her (and her shoes) than it does from them (and theirs).
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