Well, well, well...would you get a load of the pot mocking the kettle's blackness, and on Martin Luther King Jr. Day no less!
I've never been one to defend the theatrics of LeBron James and I'm certainly not going to start after he was so overly dramatic about a routine collision that it made professional wrestling look real by comparison. I encourage everyone to get their jokes off at the expense of the 6'8, 250 Mack truck of a human being that should be sued for insurance fraud after trying to claim he was totaled by what amounted to a mere fender bender.
That said, some people have more room to talk than others, and the guy that embellishes so much that he has some basketball fans (that are far too forgiving) considering the possibility that maybe his body - and only his body - defies anatomical science is essentially packed into a phone booth so small that it makes Colin Farrell's appear cozy. I don't say this to take away from the fact that the most freakish specimen on the planet stinks at playing dead, but Draymond's dramatization of LeBron's dramatization appeared to be eerily similar to the exact same reaction he has when someone has the gall to wander within his kicking radius. I don't care that one player is more concerned with causing extreme testicular discomfort than drawing flagrants while painting himself as a victim, because the fact remains that both of them are guilty of exaggerating so egregiously that
the talent evaluators at a soap opera audition would kick them out for bringing shame to their craft.
P.S. Flag on the play! Flag on the play! Excessive declaration of toughness. 15 yard penalty. $25,000 dollar fine. Loss of the right to wear colorful cleats for one week per season...