I feel bad for the kid. I truly and genuinely do. He's a 19 year old whose confidence issues are surely made worse by the pressure he must feel having been traded up for by the team whose lineup he couldn't even crack until last week. Then, what happens when he finally remembers how to do something as simple as take a jump shot without looking like he's shooting a medicine ball? He throws a wrench right into the spokes of The Process by incidentally head-butting it's namesake into a hospital bed. Now granted, the collision was initiated by Joel Embiid, but if you think that made Markelle Fultz feel less responsible as he watched his teammate - the injury prone freak who has the potential of a generational superstar - grabbing at his head as he writhed around in pain then you're probably the type to assume that divorce doesn't effect the children of it. It's not entirely his fault, but the way his season is going it's not outlandish to think that Markelle Fultz would instantly incinerate if he walked into the church of Sam Hinkie. If one of his college teammates called him after last night's game and asked him how awesome it was to play in the NBA there's about an 80% chance that his answer would sound at least vaguely familiar to the following... Simply put, the kid needs some new Friends. If not because they would give him a therapeutic outlet then because it hasn't been his day, his week, his month, or even his year.
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