I want you to do yourself a favor and let this sentence sink in, because it's really all that matters...
J.R. Smith is an NBA Champion.
There is plenty to criticize about a player having such a lack of awareness that he leaves the court mid-fucking-game to dap up somebody on the other team's bench, but I know I don't feel comfortable doing it. I would say it's at least slightly irresponsible to answer to your gaff by pretending you are actually your own alter-ego whose only a couple kick boxing classes away from becoming a ninja, but I'm not going to be the one to reprimand J.R. Smith. Somehow, the professional athlete that spent an entire month with his damn shirt off in public is beyond reproach. He contributed on both sides of the floor while making history against - statistically speaking - the winningest team ever and in doing so brought Cleveland it's first Championship in over a half a century. He finally got his money right over the summer, but the jewelry on his finger is the real reason J.R. Smith should have kicked off that interview by doing some Kanye karaoke. You la-la-la-literally can't tell Swish nothin'. I'm sure that will become mildly infuriating for his coaches and teammates, but it's a goddamn endless pipe (hehehe) line of content for those of us that just like stupidly lovable athletes that do absolutely asinine shit on a routine basis.