I know there have been no shortage of jokes made at the expense of NBA players whose attempts at "fighting" tend to top out at malicious shoves. However, is there anything that encapsulates just how lost the art of punching has become in basketball quite like a professional athlete catching all air with a haymaker that looked to have been thrown by the old drunk sitting alone at the end of a dive bar? On the scale of false machismo, an argument can be made for a group of Houston Rockets players conspiring to bust in the locker room of the Clippers through a secret back-alley solely to take non-violent umbrage with the attitude of one of their injured players. Still, there's just something so perfect about Arron Affalo putting all his fury, strength, and weight into trying to clean Nemanja Bjelica's clock and ending up just another hand that swings around it. I mean, that was one of the most earnest attempts at an in-game chin check of an unsuspecting opponent that I have ever seen, and not only would you need a TI-83 to calculate it's closeness, but it resulted in the same type of finale you expect to reach when roughhousing with your little brother. If that's not proof that ball players really aren't about that boxing life than I don't know what the hell else you need to see (or not see) from men of superhuman strength that - at their most enraged - always seem to end up in a position to be easily held back.
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